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SONNET.—OH! WHAT IS THERE OF MAGIC?
Oh! what is there of magic in thy name,That thus my heart should tremble, though long years
Have fled since, following a delusive flame,
I learn'd how little profit came from tears;
How great the shame of weakness; what the scorn
Of Power at meek Devotion; and how vain,
When Pride finds pleasure in inflicting pain,
To hope that nobler feelings may be born
In the tyrannic bosom? Shall it be
That, from the Passion which has brought me shame,
The sacrifice of hope and peace and fame,
The Fates deny me ever to go free?
Ah! wherefore love if thus? But Love reproves
The question, since he lives alone who loves!
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