Date: 1770
"Only give me time, / A little time, till old impressions die; / That I may yield a more devoted heart"
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Date: 1770
"How light my heart feels from / A villainous guest that sat like lead upon it!"
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Date: 1777
"Her mind's a burning fire, / Where sudden thoughts, like wreaths of smoak arise, / And, parting from the flame, disperse in air."
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Date: 1777
"Her shatter'd fancy, like a mirror broken, / Reflects no single image just and true, / But many false ones."
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