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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet XLIII: While From the Dizzy Precipice
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While from the dizzy precipice I gaze,
The world receding from my pensive eyes,
High o`er my head the tyrant eagle flies,
Cloth`d in the sinking sun`s transcendent blaze!
The meek-ey`d moon, `midst clouds of amber plays
As o`er the purpling plains of light she hies,
Till the last stream of living lustre dies,
And the cool concave owns her temper`d rays!
So shall this glowing, palpitating soul,
Welcome returning Reason`s placid beam,
While o`er my breast the waves Lethean roll,
To calm rebellious Fancy`s fev`rish dream;
Then shall my Lyre disdain love`s dread control,
And loftier passions, prompt the loftier theme!
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