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TO MISS------. |
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SONNET LII. TO MISS------.
Oct. 4, 1807.
Once more, oh sentiment, I strike my lyre,
Thy powers to sing.—To all the stores of art
Thou dost entrancing dignity impart!
To painting, music, poesy, thy fire
Doth give a fascinating influence:
Forms, sounds, and words, subordinate to thee,
Rise to a more imperious agency,
Ineffable in grace and eloquence.
Come not with death, oh sentiment! nor come
With disappointment, sorrow, and disease!
Then dim the impassioned eye, the tongue is dumb
Where fascination played her witcheries.
Then heaviest ills the loftiest bosom numb,
Since streams most copious on that bosom freeze.
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