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1 In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine,
2 And reddening Phœbus lifts his golden fire; 3 The birds in vain their amorous descant join; 4 Or cheerful fields resume their green attire; 5 These ears, alas! for other notes repine, 6 A different object do these eyes require; 7 My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; 8 And in my breast the imperfect joys expire. 9 Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, 10 And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; 11 The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; 12 To warm their little loves the birds complain; 13 I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, 14 And weep the more because I weep in vain. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |