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Mv rivals, mad with envy,unanimously feltthat what I wrote was hittingthe world below the belt.

And all the piping voicesin trills and crystal twirls!, rose on the air unbroken

, and gentle as a girl’s.

^ The women wept to hear them

; melodiously insist

frjnit on love’s delight—the eunuchs

who told and never kissed.

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