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James Thomson - To Amanda
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Unless with my Amanda bless`d, 
In vain I twine the woodbine bower; 
Unless to deck her sweeter breast, 
In vain I rear the breathing flower. 
Awaken`d by the genial year, 
In vain the birds around me sing; 
In vain the freshening fields appear:— 
Without my love there is no Spring.
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