 | Sonnets and Miscellaneous Poems by the late Thomas Russell |  |
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SONNET XVII.
Oh Thou, whose poison taints life's richest feast,
Thou Fiend, whom Fear on Love begot of yore,
Whom dark Suspicion foster'd at her breast,
And Vengeance tutor'd in his deadliest lore,
Oh Jealousy, whose inly-rankling dart
Racks the fond bosom with unnumber'd throes,
That now, even now, art busy at my heart,
Far hence avaunt, and leave me to repose!
Go in some Stygian cave unheard to moan,
There night and day thy restless eye-balls roll—
Ah! spare me, spare me, since thy power I own!
Nor thus, so soon returning from controul,
In size more huge, in shape more hideous grown,
With tenfold horrours rush upon my soul.
Thou Fiend, whom Fear on Love begot of yore,
Whom dark Suspicion foster'd at her breast,
And Vengeance tutor'd in his deadliest lore,
Oh Jealousy, whose inly-rankling dart
Racks the fond bosom with unnumber'd throes,
That now, even now, art busy at my heart,
Far hence avaunt, and leave me to repose!
Go in some Stygian cave unheard to moan,
There night and day thy restless eye-balls roll—
Ah! spare me, spare me, since thy power I own!
Nor thus, so soon returning from controul,
In size more huge, in shape more hideous grown,
With tenfold horrours rush upon my soul.
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