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Sonnet C. Written December 1790.

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Lyre of the Sonnet, that full many a time         Amus'd my lassitude, and sooth'd my pains,         When graver cares forbade the lengthen'd strains,         To thy brief bound, and oft-returning chime      A long farewell! - the splendid forms of Rhyme         When Grief in lonely orphanism reigns,         Oppress the drooping Soul. - DEATH's dark domains         Throw mournful shadows o'er the Aonian clime;      For in their silent bourne my filial bands         Lie all dissolv'd; - and swiftly-wasting pour         From my frail glass of life, health's sparkling sands.      Sleep then, my LYRE, thy tuneful tasks are o'er,         Sleep! for my heart bereav'd, and listless hands         Wake with rapt touch thy glowing strings no more!

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