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There heav'n's glimpse, with lightning's scorch alarms, His heart portending beats with blighting storms; If revels e'er produce a joylike dream, 'Tis like the foam upon th' impetuous stream,Seen but to vanish in the grasping river, The memory saved,—the rest is lost for ever!
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