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On Chloris

Requesting me to give her a Spring of Blossomed Thorn.

     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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