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SONNET. TO THE NOBLE LADY THE COUNTESS LOUISA STOLBERG OF ALBANY.
Sometimes regretting that thy gentle nameIs yet suppress'd by me, in front of these
To thee too-oft repeated tragedies,
Whence I of folly p'rhaps shall reap the blame;
Now would I grace with thee the one whose frame
The least displeases thee; though all my ease,
Though all the pleasure which gave power to please,
From thee, sole source of inspiration, came.
The at once innocent and horrid love
Of the unhappy maid from Cinyras sprung,
Always caused tears from thy bright eyes to flow;
These tears imperiously my bosom move
To consecrate to thee, (who heard'st it sung
With sympathetic feeling,) Myrrha's woe.
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