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William Cowper - Sonnet VI. (Translated From Milton)William Cowper - Sonnet VI. (Translated From Milton)
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Enamour`d, artless, young, on foreign ground,   Uncertain whither from myself to fly,   To thee, dear Lady, with an humble sigh   Let me devote my heart, which I have found By certain proofs not few, intrepid, sound,   Good, and addicted to conceptions high:   When tempests shake the world, and fire the sky,   It rests in adamant self-wrapt around, As safe from envy, and from outrage rude,   From hopes and fears, that vulgar minds abuse,   As fond of genius, and fix`d fortitude, Of the resounding lyre, and every Muse.   Weak you will find it in one only part,   Now pierc`d by Love`s immedicable dart.
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