Quote #38

Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.

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  1. Say, is not absence death to those who love?
  2. The garlands fade, the vows are worn away; So dies her love, and so my hopes decay.
  3. Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade: Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs…
  4. Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
  5. Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.
  6. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away!
  7. Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride! They had no poet, and they died. In vain they schem'd, in vain they bled! They had no poet, and are…
  8. Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

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