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Elegiac sonnets, and other poems

by Charlotte Smith ... The eighth edition

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SONNET LXXXVIII. NEPENTHE.
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SONNET LXXXVIII. NEPENTHE.

Oh! for imperial Polydamna's art,
Which to bright Helen was in Egypt taught,
To mix with magic power the oblivious draught
Of force to staunch the bleeding of the heart,
And to Care's wan and hollow cheek impart
The smile of happy youth, uncursed with thought.
Potent indeed the charm that could appease
Affection's ceaseless anguish, doom'd to weep
O'er the cold grave; or yield even transient ease
By soothing busy Memory to sleep!
—Around me those who surely must have tried
Some charm of equal power, I daily see,
But still to me Oblivion is denied,
There's no Nepenthe, now, on earth for me.