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SONNET I.
The primrose gay, the snow drop pale,
The lily blooming in the vale,
Too fragile, or too fair to last,
Wither beneath th' untimely blast,
Or rudely falling shower;
No more a sweet perfume they shed,
Their fragrance lost, their beauty fled,
They can revive no more.
The lily blooming in the vale,
Too fragile, or too fair to last,
Wither beneath th' untimely blast,
Or rudely falling shower;
No more a sweet perfume they shed,
Their fragrance lost, their beauty fled,
They can revive no more.
So hapless woman's wounded name,
If Malice seize the trump of fame;
Or Envy should her poison shed
Upon the unprotected head
Of some forsaken maid;
Tho' pity may her fate deplore,
Her virtues sink to rise no more,
From dark oblivion's shade.
If Malice seize the trump of fame;
Or Envy should her poison shed
Upon the unprotected head
Of some forsaken maid;
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Her virtues sink to rise no more,
From dark oblivion's shade.
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