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1780–1832

SONNET.

Thomas Gent

To thy unhappy courts a lonely guest I come, corroding Melancholy, where, Sequester'd from the world, this woe-worn breast May yet indulge a solitary tear!

For what should cheer the wretch's struggling heart; What lead him thro’ misfortunes gloomy shades; When retrospection wings her keenest dart, And hope's dim land in misery's ocean fades?

Adieu, for ever! visionary joys, Delusive shadows of a short-liv'd hour; The rod of woe invincible, destroys The light, the fairy fabric of your pow'r!

How short of bliss the sublunary reign, How long the clouded days of misery and pain!

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