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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet to IngratitudeMary Darby Robinson - Sonnet to Ingratitude
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He that`s ungrateful, has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him. - YOUNG.  I COULD have borne affliction`s sharpest thorn;    The sting of malice­poverty`s deep wound;  The sneers of vulgar pride, the idiot`s scorn;    Neglected Love, false Friendship`s treach`rous sound;  I could, with patient smile, extract the dart Base calumny had planted in my heart; The fangs of envy; agonizing pain; ALL, ALL, nor should my steady soul complain:  E`en had relentless FATE, with cruel pow`r,    Darken`d the sunshine of each youthful day;  While from my path she snatch`d each transient flow`r.    Not one soft sigh my sorrow should betray;  But where INGRATITUDE`S fell poisons pour,    HOPE shrinks subdued­and LIFE`S BEST JOYS DECAY.
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