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*44 ARTIFICE, OR A SNARE. 
CATDHFLY. 
Silene. 
Language— ARTIFICE, OR A SNARE. 
Young men fly when beauty darts 
Amorous glances at their hearts ; 
The fixed mark gives the shooter aim ; 
And ladies’ looks have power to maim ; 
Now ’twixt their lips, now in their eyes, 
Rapt in a smile, or kiss, love lies; 
Then fly betimes, for only they 
Conquer love that run away. 
Caeew. 
Farewell! ah, farewell! though my spirit may droop, 
That its fond dream has fled, and in bitterness stoop 
To the dust for the fall of the idol it made, 
My pride and its purity nought shall degrade. 
I thought thee all perfect, as pure as the sun, 
And thy truth and thy brightness my wild worship won ; 
But alas ! the illusion so cherished is o’er ; 
My pride has been roused, and I’ll meet thee no more. 
Anon. 
The blossoms of passion, 
Gay and luxuriant flowers, are brighter and fuller of fra¬ 
grance ; 
But they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is 
deadly. 
Longfellow. 
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