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SONNET XII. FROM THE SAME.
Gliocchi, di ch'io parlo, &c.
Those beaming eyes where pity us'd to shine,
That lovely form adorn'd with every grace,
Which won this soft impassion'd heart of mine
To quit the world's infatuating chace.
That lovely form adorn'd with every grace,
Which won this soft impassion'd heart of mine
To quit the world's infatuating chace.
Those locks luxurious, brighter far than gold,
Those cheeks where smiles seraphic lov'd to play,
The narrow mansions of the dead infold,
A shapeless heap of cold insensate clay.
Those cheeks where smiles seraphic lov'd to play,
The narrow mansions of the dead infold,
A shapeless heap of cold insensate clay.
And yet 'tis mine, tho' all I lov'd be gone,
Tho' faithless hope denies her pilot ray,
Tho' blackest tempests frown, to linger here;
With hope the muses soothing dreams are flown:
My mind enfeebled feels its force decay,
And nought remains but th'unavailing tear.
Tho' faithless hope denies her pilot ray,
Tho' blackest tempests frown, to linger here;
With hope the muses soothing dreams are flown:
My mind enfeebled feels its force decay,
And nought remains but th'unavailing tear.
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