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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet I: Favour`d by Heav`n
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Favour`d by Heav`n are those, ordain`d to taste
The bliss supreme that kindles fancy`s fire;
Whose magic fingers sweep the muses` lyre,
In varying cadence, eloquently chaste!
Well may the mind, with tuneful numbers grac`d,
To Fame`s immortal attributes aspire,
Above the treach`rous spells of low desire,
That wound the sense, by vulgar joys debas`d.
For thou, blest POESY! with godlike pow`rs
To calm the miseries of man wert giv`n;
When passion rends, and hopeless love devours,
By mem`ry goaded, and by frenzy driv`n,
`Tis thine to guide him `midst Elysian bow`rs,
And shew his fainting soul,—a glimpse of Heav`n.
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