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Sonnet XVII: Love Steals Unheeded

Love steals unheeded o'er the tranquil mind, As Summer breezes fan the sleeping main, Slow through each fibre creeps the subtle pain, 'Till closely round the yielding bosom twin'd. Vain is the hope the magic to unbind, The potent mischief riots in the brain, Grasps ev'ry thought, and burns in ev'ry vein, 'Till in the heart the Tyrant lives enshrin'd. Oh! Victor strong! bending the vanquish'd frame; Sweet is the thraldom that thou bid'st us prove! And sacred is the tear thy victims claim, For blest are those whom sighs of sorrow move! Then nymphs beware how ye profane my name, Nor blame my weakness, till like me ye love!
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Sonnet X: Dang'rous to Hear

Dang'rous to hear, is that melodious tongue, And fatal to the sense those murd'rous eyes, Where in a sapphire sheath, Love's arrow lies, Himself conceal'd the crystal haunts among! Oft o'er that form, enamour'd have I hung, On that smooth cheek to mark the deep'ning dyes, While from that lip the fragrant breath would rise, That lip, like Cupid's bow with rubies strung! Still let me gaze upon that polish'd brow, O'er which the golden hair luxuriant plays; So, on the modest lily's leaves of snow The proud Sun revels in resplendent rays! Warm as his beams this sensate heart shall glow, Till life's last hour, with Phaon's self decays!
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Sonnet XV: Now, Round My Favour'd Grot

Now, round my favor'd grot let roses rise, To strew the bank where Phaon wakes from rest; O! happy buds! to kiss his burning breast, And die, beneath the lustre of his eyes! Now, let the timbrels echo to the skies, Now damsels sprinkel cassia on his vest, With od'rous wreaths of constant myrtle drest, And flow'rs, deep tinted with the rainbow's dyes! From cups of porphyry let nectar flow, Rich as the perfume of Phoenicia's vine! Now let his dimpling cheek with rapture glow, While round his heart love's mystic fetters twine; And let the Grecian Lyre its aid bestow, In songs of triumph, to proclaim him mine!
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Sonnet XXXII: Blest As the Gods

Blest as the Gods! Sicilian Maid is he, The youth whose soul thy yielding graces charm; Who bound, O! thraldom sweet! by beauty's arm, In idle dalliance fondly sports with thee! Blest as the Gods! that iv'ry throne to see, Throbbing with transports, tender, timid, warm! While round thy fragrant lips zephyrs swarm! As op'ning buds attract the wand'ring Bee! Yet, short is youthful passion's fervid hour; Soon, shall another clasp the beauteous boy; Soon, shall a rival prove, in that gay bow'r, The pleasing torture of excessive joy! The Bee flies sicken'd from the sweetest flow'r; The lightning's shaft, but dazzles to destroy!
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Sonnet XXXIV: Venus! To Thee

Venus! to thee, the Lesbian Muse shall sing, The song, which Myttellenian youths admir'd, when Echo, am'rous of the strain inspir'd, Bade the wild rocks with madd'ning plaudits ring! Attend my pray'r! O! Queen of rapture! bring To these fond arms, he, whom my soul has fir'd; From these fond arms remov'd; yet, still desir'd, Though love, exulting, spreads his varying wing! Oh! source of ev'ry joy! of ev'ry care Blest Venus! Goddess of the zone divine! To Phaon's bosom, Phaon's victim bear; So shall her warmest, tend'rest vows be thine! For Venus, Sappho shall a wreath prepare, And Love be crown'd, immortal as the Nine!

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