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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet VII: Come, ReasonMary Darby Robinson - Sonnet VII: Come, Reason
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Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind, Lull the fierce tempest of my fev`rish soul; Come, with the magic of thy meek controul, And check the wayward wand`rings of my mind: Estrang`d from thee, no solace can I find, O`er my rapt brain, where pensive visions stole, Now passion reigns and stormy tumults roll— So the smooth Sea obeys the furious wind! In vain Philosophy unfolds his store, O`erwhelm`d is ev`ry source of pure delight; Dim is the golden page of wisdom`s lore; All nature fades before my sick`ning sight: For what bright scene can fancy`s eye explore, `Midst dreary labyrinths of mental night?
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