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Charles Lamb - Sonnet VIII
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As when a child on some long winter`s night
Affrighted clinging to its Grandam`s knees
With eager wond`ring and perturb`d delight
Listens strange tales of fearful dark decrees
Mutter`d to wretch by necromantic spell;
Or of those hags, who at the witching time
Of murky midnight ride the air sublime,
And mingle foul embrace with fiends of Hell:
Cold Horror drinks its blood! Anon the tear
More gentle starts, to hear the Beldame tell
Of pretty babes, that lov`d each other dear,
Murder`d by cruel Uncle`s mandate fell:
Ev`n such the shiv`ring joys thy tones impart,
Ev`n so thou, Siddons! meltest my sad heart!
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