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Poem	[Pg 54] MADRIGALE I. Non al suo amante più Diana piacque. ANYTHING THAT REMINDS HIM OF LAURA RENEWS HIS TORMENTS. Not Dian to her lover was more dear,When fortune 'mid the waters cold and clear,Gave him her naked beauties all to see,Than seem'd the rustic ruddy nymph to me,Who, in yon flashing stream, the light veil laved,Whence Laura's lovely tresses lately waved;I saw, and through me felt an amorous chill,Though summer burn, to tremble and to thrill. Macgregor.
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