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SONNET.
FAREWELL to all the vanities of earth!
To turbulent desires a last farewell!
Henceforth, retir'd devotion! let me dwell
Far from the festive scenes of idle mirth!
Far from ambition's splendour, little worth!
Close in the precincts of thy peaceful cell!
Ye dear deceas'd! be you, who lov'd me well
The guardian Lares of my tranquil hearth!
To turbulent desires a last farewell!
Henceforth, retir'd devotion! let me dwell
Far from the festive scenes of idle mirth!
Far from ambition's splendour, little worth!
Close in the precincts of thy peaceful cell!
Ye dear deceas'd! be you, who lov'd me well
The guardian Lares of my tranquil hearth!
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The noise and pageantry of life can yield
Nothing to fill the mind, or touch the breast,
So medicinal to a heart opprest,
As, in the shadow of religion's shield,
To meditate on friends, in sainted rest,
And with their Manes rove round memory's field,
Nothing to fill the mind, or touch the breast,
So medicinal to a heart opprest,
As, in the shadow of religion's shield,
To meditate on friends, in sainted rest,
And with their Manes rove round memory's field,
Manfredi.
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