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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XLVIII.
I'll not believe that lovely WomankindHave hearts as treach'rous as their brows are fair;
And that their breath, sweet as the summer air,
Is false and perilous as the wintry wind;
That charms inimitable are design'd
To fill the hated office of a snare,
And all our happiness and all our care
Is but upon a bending reed reclin'd.
For oh! 'twere pity, if, like yonder skies,
Of whitest fleeces dash'd with fleecy gold,
Or yonder rainbow, of a thousand dyes,
When we inquire what 'tis such charms enfold,
The worship of our fool'd, adoring eyes
Should prove an aguish heap of vapors cold.
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