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THE EDINBURGH
All thefe my paflion prove :
Words may deceive, may fpring from art,
But the true language of my heart
To Damon mull be love.
SONG CXIX.
WINTER.
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A-dieu, ye groves, adieu ye plains, All na
ture mourning lies. See gloomy clouds, and
thick'ning rains Obfcure the lab'ring fkies.
See, fee, from a-far, th'im pend ing ftcrm Witk

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