Friday, January 3, 2003

Sonnet Xxix: Farewell, Ye Tow'Ring Cedars Comments

Rating: 2.9

Farewell, ye tow'ring Cedars, in whose shade,
Lull'd by the Nightingale, I sunk to rest,
While spicy breezes hover'd o'er my breast
To fan my cheek, in deep'ning tints array'd;
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Mary Darby Robinson
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