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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Pour, till the wine peep o'er its crystal pale,And pledge the falter'd name each deemeth best;
Most of your loves are in their bud, and drest
In comely smiles, and never felt an ail;
Oh, my Miranda! yet I not bewail
The troubled turmoils that our love opprest;
By them was given that keener, finer zest
Which can alone with our existence fail.
Love is this purple stream; as cloying sweet
As this, first summon'd from the bending vine,
As little lasting in its tender prime,
It is the trying struggles that refine
And nurse a juice, for highest hearts most meet,
Pure, sparkling, strong, a juice that smiles at time.
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