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... DOMENICHINO'S ADDRESS TO THE PORTRAIT OF HIS MISTRESS.* Ah! smile not so, thou mimic loveliness- Thou cherish'd image of my lost Floranthe The smiles of Hope and Joy are lost on me They shine around me like the useless light Upon some dreary mountain's lone sterility, Making its desolation only visible. Yet once I woo'd coy Happiness, and won her, And this lone heart was bursting with her ...