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Occasional Pieces169
For ahe who takea a soft delight
These amorous nothings in revealing,
Must credit all we say or write, While vanity prevents concealing.
, if yon priae your beauty's reign! No jealousy bids me reprove: One, who is thus from nature vain, 1 pity, but I cannot love.
January 15, 1607. [First published to 1832.]
TO ANNE.1BB
OH, Anne! your offences to me have been grievous;
I thought from my wrath no atonement could
save you; But woman is made to command and deceive us —
I looked in your face, and 1 almost forgave you.
I vowed I could ne'er for a moment respect you, Yet thought that a day's separation was long:
When we met, I determined again, to suspect you -— Your smile soon convinced me suspicion was wrong.
I swore, in a transport of young indignation. With fervent contempt evermore to disdain you :
I saw you — my anger became admiration;
And now, all my wish, all my hope, 's to regain you. Документ переводится с помощью программы ABBYY FineReader))))

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(вот держи-только подкорректируй) Occasional Pieces 169
For she who takes a eoft delight These amorous nothings in revealing,
Must credit all we say or write, While vanity prevents concealing.
Cease, if you prize your beauty's reign!
No jealousy bids me reprove: One, who is thus from nature vain,
1 pity, but I cannot love.
January 16, 1807. [First published Id 1832.] TO ANNE.132
Oh, Anne! your offences to me have been grievous; I thought from my wrath no atonement could save you;
But woman is made to command and deceive us— I looked in your face, and 1 almost forgave you.
I vowed I could no'er for a moment respect you, Yet thought that a day's separation was long:
When we met, I determined again, to suspect you — Your smile soon convinced me suspicion was wrong.
I swore, in a transport of young indignation, With fervent contempt evermore to disdain you:
I saw you — my anger became admiration;
And now, all my wish, all my hope, *s to regain you.

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