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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I may not kiss the drops away
Which from thine orbs of softness fall,
But ah! in vain my lips delay,
For my sad spirit drinks them all.
Which from thine orbs of softness fall,
But ah! in vain my lips delay,
For my sad spirit drinks them all.
And dreary as a chill morn's showers
On meads deep-drench'd with heavy dew,
To me the flood of sorrow pours
Forth from those clouded heav'ns of blue.
On meads deep-drench'd with heavy dew,
To me the flood of sorrow pours
Forth from those clouded heav'ns of blue.
Let a brief anger rather cast
Its glance along my startled soul,
There it some flower of hope may blast,
But could not sadden thus the whole.
Its glance along my startled soul,
There it some flower of hope may blast,
But could not sadden thus the whole.
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They say, and I have deem'd it so,
That women oft'ner weep than grieve,
Yet, soften'd by the bitter flow,
My heart still feels, nor will believe.
That women oft'ner weep than grieve,
Yet, soften'd by the bitter flow,
My heart still feels, nor will believe.
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