O Rose! hee?

        No longer roseate no, nor s;

        But pale, and ubble-w,---

        Kept seven years in a draitles shee.

        t used to blohee

        Betake away

        An odour up to last all day,---

        If breatened hee.

        t used to smite thee,

        And mix hy geous urn,

        till beam appeared to bloom, and floo burn,---

        If s a    thee.

        t used to    thee,

        And, , grow inadined, because

        It lay upon the crimson was,---

        If dropping no thee.

        t lit upon thee,

        to stretdrils of its ti,

        Along ter ,---

        If lighee.

        t once did suck thee,

        And build thy perfumed ambers up his hive,

        And sill scarce alive,---

        If passing nohee.

        t dothee,

        Alone, alo dot,

        Dot plete,---

        t disguise thee.

        Yes, and t dothee

        More love, dead rose! to such roses bold

        As Julia    dances, smiling cold!---

        Lie still upon t---whee!
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