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SONNET X. FROM THE SAME.
Solo e pensoso i piu deserti campi, &c.
Where Nature frowns uncultur'd and forlorn,
I love alone to wander, sad and slow,
O'er tracts by friendly footsteps never worn,
With eyes averted desolate I go.
I love alone to wander, sad and slow,
O'er tracts by friendly footsteps never worn,
With eyes averted desolate I go.
Alas! 'tis thus I shun th'unfeeling race;
'Tis thus from th'intercourse of man I part;
For sure the langour of each fading grace
Betrays the anguish of an aching heart.
'Tis thus from th'intercourse of man I part;
For sure the langour of each fading grace
Betrays the anguish of an aching heart.
So oft my melancholy fate I wail,
That every river, forest, hill, and plain,
Have learnt the tenour of my tearful tale;
And still so changeless is my amorous pain,
That varied Nature's wildest scenes assail
My heart (a prey to passion) all in vain.
That every river, forest, hill, and plain,
Have learnt the tenour of my tearful tale;
And still so changeless is my amorous pain,
That varied Nature's wildest scenes assail
My heart (a prey to passion) all in vain.
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