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Sonnet V O! How Can Love

O!

How can

VE exulting Reason queil!

How fades each nobler passion from his gaze!

E'en Fame, that cherishes the Poet's lays,

That fame, ill-fated Sappho lov'd so well.

Lost is the wretch, who in his fatal

Wastes the short Summer of delicious days,

And from the tranquil path of wisdom strays,

In passion's thorny wild, forlorn to dwell.

O ye! who in that sacred Temple

Where holy Innocence resides enshrin'd;

Who fear not sorrow, and who know not guile,

Each thought compos'd, and ev'ry wish resign'd;

Tempt not the path where pleasure's flow'ry

In sweet, but pois'nous fetters, holds the mind.

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Mary Robinson (née Darby; 27 November 1757 – 26 December 1800) was an English actress, poet, dramatist, novelist, and celebrity figure. She live…
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