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SONNET.
BLEST be the temper radiant and refined
Which soothes the rigour of an adverse lot,
When indignation, turbulently hot
Subsides to juster feelings, mild, and kind!
When perfect charity to all mankind
Dispels resentment, whose sharp stings forgot,
The lighten'd heart grows clear from every blot,
And heavenly peace irradiates all the mind.
Which soothes the rigour of an adverse lot,
When indignation, turbulently hot
Subsides to juster feelings, mild, and kind!
When perfect charity to all mankind
Dispels resentment, whose sharp stings forgot,
The lighten'd heart grows clear from every blot,
And heavenly peace irradiates all the mind.
Such be the tenor of my temperate age!
While from a spot sequester'd, and serene,
I see the elders of the world engage
In turmoils, that deform their final scene,
With selfish fear, and avaricious rage,
Preposterous desires, and fretful spleen.
While from a spot sequester'd, and serene,
I see the elders of the world engage
In turmoils, that deform their final scene,
With selfish fear, and avaricious rage,
Preposterous desires, and fretful spleen.
Manfredi.
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