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William Cowper - Sonnet III. Canzone. (Translated From Milton)William Cowper - Sonnet III. Canzone. (Translated From Milton)
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They mock my toil--the nymphs and am`rous swains-- And whence this fond attempt to write, they cry, Love-songs in language that thou little know`st? How dar`st thou risque to sing these foreign strains? Say truly. Find`st not oft thy purpose cross`d, And that thy fairest flow`rs, Here, fade and die? Then with pretence of admiration high-- Thee other shores expect, and other tides, Rivers on whose grassy sides Her deathless laurel-leaf with which to bind Thy flowing locks, already Fame provides; Why then this burthen, better far declin`d?   Speak, Canzone! for me.--The Fair One said who guides My willing heart, and all my Fancy`s flights, "This is the language in which Love delights."
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