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Sonnet XXXI. To The Departing Spirit Of An Alienated Friend.

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O, EVER DEAR! thy precious, vital powers         Sink rapidly! - the long and dreary Night         Brings scarce an hope that Morn's returning light         Shall dawn for THEE! - In such terrific hours,      When yearning Fondness eagerly devours         Each moment of protracted life, his flight         The Rashly-Chosen of thy heart has ta'en         Where dances, songs, and theatres invite.      EXPIRING SWEETNESS! with indignant pain         I see him in the scenes where laughing glide         Pleasure's light Forms; - see his eyes gaily glow,      Regardless of thy life's fast ebbing tide;         I hear him, who shou'd droop in silent woe,         Declaim on Actors, and on Taste decide!

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