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Слушать(AI)Sonnet XLVII To Fancy
Thee,
Queen of Shadows! — shall I still invoke, Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,
When on mine eyes the early radiance broke Which shew'd the beauteous rather than the true!
Alas! long since those glowing tints are dead, And now 'tis thine in darkest hues to
The spot where pale Experience hangs her head O'er the sad grave of murder'd Happiness!
Thro' thy false medium, then, no longer view'd, May fancied pain and fancied pleasure fly, And I, as from me all thy dreams depart,
Be to my wayward destiny subdued: Nor seek perfection with a poet's eye, Nor suffer anguish with a poet's heart!
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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