Say, if such blandishments did ever greet
Thy charmed soul; hast thou not crav’d to die?
Hast not thine immaterial seem’d but air
Verging to sigh itself from thee, and share
Beatitude? hast thou not watch’d thy breath
In meek, faint hope, that soon ‘twould sink in death?
(Anonymous British)
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