The Evening Star
Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes Of anger long burst forth; Inconstantly the south-wind blows, But steadily the north. Thy star, O Venus! often changes Its radiant seat above, The chilling pole-star never ranges, 'Tis thus with Hate and Love.
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"Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes..."
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