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SONNET.
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SONNET.
WRITTEN AT SEA, SEPT. 1, 1792.
While o'er the waste of waters, loud and deep,
I dimly trace the cliffs of Albion's shore;
While evening's shadows o'er the ocean sweep,
And wild winds whistle, as the billows roar;
I dimly trace the cliffs of Albion's shore;
While evening's shadows o'er the ocean sweep,
And wild winds whistle, as the billows roar;
For the poor, hopeless mariner I weep;
For friends far off, and destin'd to deplore;
Who on their downy pillows calmly sleep,
While he, alas! is doom'd to wake no more!
For friends far off, and destin'd to deplore;
Who on their downy pillows calmly sleep,
While he, alas! is doom'd to wake no more!
Yet why should fancy others woes reveal?
Have I not felt the rudest storms of fate,
And prov'd each pang the human heart can feel?
Then fortune, I defy thy fiercest hate!
Henceforth, each sensate nerve be hard as steel;
For where despair resides, reflection comes too late!
Have I not felt the rudest storms of fate,
And prov'd each pang the human heart can feel?
Then fortune, I defy thy fiercest hate!
Henceforth, each sensate nerve be hard as steel;
For where despair resides, reflection comes too late!
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