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473. On Chloris requesting a sprig of blossom'd thorn

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 FROM the white-blossom’d sloe my dear Chloris requested
 A sprig, her fair breast to adorn:
No, by Heavens! I exclaim’d, let me perish, if ever
 I plant in that bosom a thorn!

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