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"Sonnet to Amicus." by Mary Darby Robinson (1758-1800)
From: Robinson, Mrs. M. Poems. London: J. Bell, 1791. p. 173.

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[Page 173]

SONNET

TO

AMICUS.

WHOE'ER thou art, whose soul-enchanting song
  Steals on the sullen ear of pensive woe;
To whom the sounds of melody belong,
  Sounds, that can more than human bliss bestow;

Like the wak'd God of day, whose rays pervade
  The spangled veil of night, and fling their fires
O'er the cold bosom of the em'rald glade,
  While bath'd in tears, the virgin orb retires.

Thy glowing verse illumes my path of care,
  And warms each torpid fibre of my heart,
And tho' my MUSE exults thy smiles to share,
  She feels the force of thy superior art;
YET, shall she proudly own her timid lays,
The cherish'd darlings of thy ENVIED PRAISE.

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See the beautiful Sonnet in the Morning Herald, Oct. 27, 1790.

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[Notes were included in the original text by Mrs. Robinson, at the bottom of each individual page. They are given here at the end of each poem. ]

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