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Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!
Robert Blair
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Robert Blair
Age: 46 †
Born: 1699
Born: April 17
Died: 1746
Died: February 4
Poet
Writer
Edinburgh
Scotland
Beauty
Pulse
Giving
Deceit
Heart
Stealing
Unknown
Thou
Dear
Plaything
Gives
Steals
Pretty
Softly
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