Friday, January 3, 2003

Sonnet Viii: Why, Through Each Aching Vein Comments

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Why, through each aching vein, with lazy pace
Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart,
While, from its source, each wild convulsive start
Tears the scorch'd roses from my burning face?
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Mary Darby Robinson
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