1. "Father,’ she says, "though in me you behold The injury of many a blasting hour, Let it not tell your judgment I am old; Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power: I might as yet have been a spreading flower, Fresh to myself, If I had self-applied Love to myself and to no love beside." …….She then tells her listener how a young man whose “qualities were beauteous as his form" wooed her, first winning her “affections in his charmed power," then stealing “all my flower." In other wor

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