Sixty-Five Sonnets With Prefatory Remarks on the Accordance of the Sonnet with the Powers of the English Language: Also, A Few Miscellaneous Poems [by Thomas Doubleday] |
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XXIII.
Think'st thou no milder passion ever warmsHis bosom; that, although his years be few,
As if besprinkled with the marble dew,
It is insensible to love's alarms?
Thou err'st; for know, that beauty's power disarms
That loftiness of nature: he hath knelt
To genius cloth'd in brightness, yea, can melt
Before the chasten'd glow of virtue's charms:
But angel, e'en 'midst angels, must she be,
With bosom softer than the sacred dove,
With glance like lightning in the summer's even,
Who claims his worship for her deity.
For sacrifice, so worthy thee, O Love,
Tis fit the kindling flame descend from heaven!
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