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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet IV: Why, When I GazeMary Darby Robinson - Sonnet IV: Why, When I Gaze
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Why, when I gaze on Phaon`s beauteous eyes, Why does each thought in wild disorder stray? Why does each fainting faculty decay, And my chill`d breast in throbbing tumults rise? Mute, on the ground my Lyre neglected lies, The Muse forgot, and lost the melting lay; My down-cast looks, my faultering lips betray, That stung by hopeless passion,—Sappho dies! Now, on a bank of Cypress let me rest; Come, tuneful maids, ye pupils of my care, Come, with your dulcet numbers soothe my breast; And, as the soft vibrations float on air, Let pity waft my spirit to the blest, To mock the barb`rous triumphs of despair!
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