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''Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.''
Oh, come to me in dreams, my love! ...I will not ask a dearer bliss; Come with the starry beams, my love, ...And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.'Twas thus, as ancient fables tell, ...Love visited a Grecian maid, Till she disturbed the sacred spell, ...And woke to find her hopes betrayed.