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Sonnet X. To Honora Sneyd.

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HONORA, shou'd that cruel time arrive         When 'gainst my truth thou should'st my errors poize,         Scorning remembrance of our vanish'd joys;         When for the love-warm looks, in which I live,      But cold respect must greet me, that shall give         No tender glance, no kind regretful sighs;         When thou shalt pass me with averted eyes,         Feigning thou see'st me not, to sting, and grieve,      And sicken my sad heart, I cou'd not bear         Such dire eclipse of thy soul-cheering rays;         I cou'd not learn my struggling heart to tear      From thy lov'd form, that thro' my memory strays;         Nor in the pale horizon of Despair         Endure the wintry and the darken'd days.      April 1773.

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