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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XXVII.
Although the silent sadness of thine air,Thy mild blue eyes, to earth serenely bent,—
(Eyes that soft, melting Pity might have lent,
Or Resignation, dove-like virgin, wear);
Altho' the prison'd ringlets of thy hair,
In studied but yet modest ornament
(The unobtrusive neatness of content),
Thy cheek, one knows not if 'tis pale or fair;
Thy plaintive melody of voice, but chief
That evenness of soul, that seems to turn
A placid eye on all, my soul so draws,
No sigh of mine shall violate thy grief,
For oh! so much I love to see thee mourn,
That, for a world, I would not give thee cause!
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