Friday, January 3, 2003

Sonnet Xliii: While From The Dizzy Precipice Comments

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While from the dizzy precipice I gaze,
The world receding from my pensive eyes,
High o'er my head the tyrant eagle flies,
Cloth'd in the sinking sun's transcendent blaze!
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Mary Darby Robinson
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