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She had foreign: French assez d'esprit pour être aimable, sans en avoir assez pour être insupportable. .... /foreign .... Canst thou forget the silent tears Which I had shed for thee And all the pangs, & doubts & fears, Which scatter'd o'er my bloom of years The blight of misery? .... .... I never close my languid eye Unless to dream of thee; My every breath is but the sigh My every sound, the broken cry Of lasting misery. .... .... Oh when in younger happier scene I pledg'd my love to thee, .... How very little did I mean My recompense should now have been, So much of misery. ....