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SONNET XIII. FROM THE SAME.
Sento l'aura antica, &c.
With sad delight I breathe these well known gales,
And mark those hills, whose summits pierce the skies,
With sad delight, those solitary vales
That witness'd love's deceitful hopes arise.
And mark those hills, whose summits pierce the skies,
With sad delight, those solitary vales
That witness'd love's deceitful hopes arise.
How frail each bliss, each mortal hope how frail!
O'er these dear scenes where beauty lov'd to bloom,
Cold melancholy low'rs with aspect pale,
And points desponding to the narrow tomb.
O'er these dear scenes where beauty lov'd to bloom,
Cold melancholy low'rs with aspect pale,
And points desponding to the narrow tomb.
Ah! once my soul (with many a care oppress'd)
Look'd for some retribution of her woe
To you frail tenant of the earth's cold breast!
And trusting thus to passion's fleeting glow
I've never found th'anticipated rest,
But mourn each earthly hope, an empty show.
Look'd for some retribution of her woe
To you frail tenant of the earth's cold breast!
And trusting thus to passion's fleeting glow
I've never found th'anticipated rest,
But mourn each earthly hope, an empty show.
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