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& could you both contrive to spend but an Evening with Giovanni? | & could you both contrive to spend but an Evening with Giovanni? | ||
<p align="center">Dull Ceremony! boast thy Powers!<br> | <p align="center">Dull Ceremony! boast thy Powers!<br> | ||
To female Life'<sup>s</sup> poor mangled Hours<br> | To female Life'<sup>s</sup> poor mangled Hours<br> | ||
How cruel thy decree!<br> | How cruel thy decree!<br> | ||
| − | When <strike> | + | When <strike>Muse'<sup>s</sup></strike> \Harmony with/ Friendship, <strike>illeg</strike> <strike>illeg</strike>\twin'd/<br> |
Are by their Votaries resigned<br> | Are by their Votaries resigned<br> | ||
A Sacrifice to Thee.—</p> | A Sacrifice to Thee.—</p> | ||
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My Indignation against that drowsy Tyrant, whom I detest, extorts from me these instantaneous Rhymes: Let Him not execute a base revenge upon me by smothering that dear Embryo of yr pregnant Imagination the swarthy Hero, as I have set my Heart on seeing \Him/ rise into \visible/ existence & Immortality — | My Indignation against that drowsy Tyrant, whom I detest, extorts from me these instantaneous Rhymes: Let Him not execute a base revenge upon me by smothering that dear Embryo of yr pregnant Imagination the swarthy Hero, as I have set my Heart on seeing \Him/ rise into \visible/ existence & Immortality — | ||
| − | It is | + | It is now Time to give you a little History of yr Southern Friends – Blessed be the Fingers of honest dame Nature for twisting the thread of a good old Woman<sup>s</sup> Life so tight, that a desperate doctor could not snap it.– The beloved Euryclea |
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& could you both contrive to spend but an Evening with Giovanni?
Dull Ceremony! boast thy Powers!
To female Life's poor mangled Hours
How cruel thy decree!
When Muse's \Harmony with/ Friendship, illeg illeg\twin'd/
Are by their Votaries resigned
A Sacrifice to Thee.—
My Indignation against that drowsy Tyrant, whom I detest, extorts from me these instantaneous Rhymes: Let Him not execute a base revenge upon me by smothering that dear Embryo of yr pregnant Imagination the swarthy Hero, as I have set my Heart on seeing \Him/ rise into \visible/ existence & Immortality —
It is now Time to give you a little History of yr Southern Friends – Blessed be the Fingers of honest dame Nature for twisting the thread of a good old Womans Life so tight, that a desperate doctor could not snap it.– The beloved Euryclea