Poems.

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Title
Poems.
Author
Temple, Laura Sophia.
Publication
London: Printed for R. Phillips
1805
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"Poems." In the digital collection British Women Romantic Poets. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/TempLPoems. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 12, 2024.

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The DISCARDED LOVER
To his RIVAL.

And dost thou think those smiling eyes Have warmly glow'd on thee alone ? And canst thou think her fainting sighs To no fond ear but thine have flown ?
Thou frantic fool ! thy vaunts give give [sic] over, Wake from thy deep, and madden'd dream, And know on many a cheated lover Those witching orbs are wont to beam.

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Oh ! could I paint the wishes gay, The hopes that all my reason stole, When their voluptuous thrilling day First dawn'd upon my wond'ring soul !
How she would fain the look of passion In every bright effusive glance ! And how her changeful features fashion To suit of love the wild romance !
And she would smile­so blandly smile, That Fancy own'd the spell divine ; And she would so my sense beguile, That false Hope whisper'd she was mine.

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Then turn thee from her murd'ring eye, Ah ! cheated wretch ! no more believe her ; Think that she dooms thy peace to die­ Ah trust no more the gay deceiver.
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