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If pensive to the rural shades I rove His shape o'ertakes me in the lonely grove 'Twas there of just & good he reason'd strong Clear'd some great truth or rais'd some serious song There patient shew'd us the wise course to steer A candid censor, and a freind sincere There taught us how to live, and (oh too high! The price for [[underline]] knowledge) taught [[/underline]] us how to die. From other ills ^(however fortune frown'd) Some refuge in the muse's art I found; Reluctant now I touch the trembling string Bereft of him who taught me how to sing; And these accents murm'ring o'er his urn Betray that absence they attempt to mourn. [[foreign: French]] Quelqu'un en parlant d'une tres belle femme qui aimait son Mari de tout son coeur ^ [[addition]] disait [[/addition]] (et l'idée m'a charmée) - Elle est femme pour son Mari seulement, elle est ^ [[addition]] un [[/addition]] Ange pour les autres hommes; son [[underline]] haleine [[/underline]] purifie [[underline]] l'air; [[/underline]] son regard bannit la pensée du crime qu'on avait souhaité commettre. [[/foreign]]
