Poems consisting of a tour through parts of North and South Wales, sonnets, odes, and an epistle to a friend on physiognomy. By W. Sotheby |
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SONNET VIII. A FANCY SKETCH.
I knew a gentle Maid: I ne'er shall viewHer like again: and yet the vulgar eye
Might pass the charms I trac'd, regardless by;
For pale her cheek, unmark'd with roseate hue;
Nor beam'd from her mild eye a dazzling glance;
Nor flash'd her nameless graces on the sight;
Yet beauty never woke such pure delight.
Fine was her form, as Dian's in the dance;
Her voice was musick, in her silence dwelt
Expression, every look instinct with thought:
Though oft her mind by youth to rapture wrought,
Struck forth wild wit, and fancies ever new,
The lightest touch of woe her soul would melt:
And on her lips, when gleam'd a ling'ring smile,
Pity's warm tear gush'd down her cheek the while:
Thy like, thou gentle Maid! I ne'er shall view.
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