Friday, January 3, 2003

Sonnet Xxxvii: When, In The Gloomy Mansion Comments

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When, in the gloomy mansion of the dead,
This with'ring heart, this faded form shall sleep;
When these fond eyes, at length shall cease to weep,
And earth's cold lap receive this fev'rish head;
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Mary Darby Robinson
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