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[Berganza <har...@ca...>]

Easure flushed her faded face; It fled--and deeper paleness took its
place; Then a cold shudder thrill'd her--and, at last, Her lip a smile
of bitter sarcasm cast, As if she scorned herself, that she could be A
moment lulled by that sweet sophistry; For in that little minute
memory's sting Gave word and look, sigh, gesture--every thing, To bid
these dear delusive phantoms fly, And fix her fears in dreadful
certainty. It traced the very progress of their love, From the first
meeting in the locust grove; When from the chase Leon came bounding
there, Backing his courser with a noble air; His brown cheek flushed
with healthful exe