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Robert Southey - Sonnet
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With wayworn feet a Pilgrim woe-begone
  Life`s upward road I journeyed many a day,
  And hymning many a sad yet soothing lay
Beguil`d my wandering with the charms of song.
  Lonely my heart and rugged was my way,
Yet often pluck`d I as I past along
  The wild and simple flowers of Poesy,
And as beseem`d the wayward Fancy`s child
  Entwin`d each random weed that pleas`d mine eye.
Accept the wreath, BELOVED! it is wild
  And rudely garlanded; yet scorn not thou
The humble offering, where the sad rue weaves
`Mid gayer flowers its intermingled leaves,
  And I have twin`d the myrtle for thy brow.
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