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SONNET.
[Where, thro' the starry curtains of the night]
Where, thro' the starry curtains of the night,
Soft whisp'ring breezes wake the ruddy morn,
Whose sparkling eye darts forth returning light,
Whose golden brows refulgent beams adorn:
Soft whisp'ring breezes wake the ruddy morn,
Whose sparkling eye darts forth returning light,
Whose golden brows refulgent beams adorn:
Where gaudy blossoms o'er the tufted vale,
Fling their soft breathings on the spicy gale,
From the lorn nightingale on yonder spray,
In melting murmurs steals the love-fraught lay;
Fling their soft breathings on the spicy gale,
From the lorn nightingale on yonder spray,
In melting murmurs steals the love-fraught lay;
Stranger to joy, and hopeless of relief,
At morn's proud glow, and twilight's pensive hour,
Her widow'd breast its plaintive song shall pour,
In all the luxury of tender grief:
For ah! nor morn, nor fragrant gales can move
The faithful heart, that mourns a truant love.
At morn's proud glow, and twilight's pensive hour,
Her widow'd breast its plaintive song shall pour,
In all the luxury of tender grief:
For ah! nor morn, nor fragrant gales can move
The faithful heart, that mourns a truant love.
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