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Song II

ES Pity give, though Fate denies,

And to my wounds her balm impart?

O speak--with those expressive eyes!

Let one low sigh escape thine heart.

The gazing crowd shall never

What anxious, watchful Love can see;

Nor know what those soft looks express,

Nor dream that sign is meant for me.

Ah! words are useless, words are vain,

Thy generous sympathy to prove;

And well that sign, those looks explain,

That Clara mourns my hapless love.

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Charlotte Smith

Charlotte Turner Smith (4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806) was an English Romantic poet and novelist. She initiated a revival of the English sonnet, …
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