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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet. Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire
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`TIS NOT thy flowing hair of orient gold,
  Nor those bright eyes, like sapphire gems that glow;
  Nor cheek of blushing rose, nor breast of snow,
The varying passions of the heart could hold: 

Those locks, too soon, shall own a silv`ry ray,
  Those radiant orbs their magic fires forego;
Insatiate TIME shall steal those tints away,
  Warp thy fine form, and bend thy beauties low: 

But the rare wonders of thy polish`d MIND
  Shall mock the empty menace of decay;
The GEM, that in thy SPOTLESS BREAST enshrin`d,
  Glows with the light of intellectual ray;
Shall, like the Brilliant, scorn each borrow`d aid,
And deck`d with native lustre NEVER FADE!
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