The Auction (1778) [ People ]
… At morning's dawn dispell'd her tort'ring fears, And for a few short hours dried up her tears. Now gaudy Fancy, with her painted Train Of antic Visions, sported o'er her brain, And scatter'd airy pleasures as she pass'd; Alas! those … door her golden slumbers broke. Starting, in wild disorder up she rose: The quick but sad remembrance of her woes, With recollected torture, eager prest Its thorny sorrows on her tender breast. In silent haste the toilette is prepar'd; But, ah! Vainetta's eyes no longer dar'd, With watchful look and lengthen'd zeal, to trace The doubtful beauty of her bloated face, Now hideous grown with anxious, …
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