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1721–1759

SONNET.

William Collins

When Phœbe form'd a wanton smile, My soul! it reach'd not here: Strange, that thy peace, thou trembler, flies Before a rising tear!

From‘ midst the drops, my love is born, That o'er those eyelids rove: Thus issued from a teeming wave The fabled queen of love.

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