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Thy mind and form divine;
But ah! thou art as false as fair,
Light and inconstant as the air.
But ah! thou art as false as fair,
Light and inconstant as the air.
Ev'n now I dare not see thy smiles,
Or thy soft witchery brave,
Lest I should trust thy magic wiles,
And be again thy slave;
I'll fly for ever from thy spell,
Fair faithless Julia—Fare thee well!
Or thy soft witchery brave,
Lest I should trust thy magic wiles,
And be again thy slave;
I'll fly for ever from thy spell,
Fair faithless Julia—Fare thee well!
SONNETTO MY SLEEPING INFANT.
How sweet thy sleep! my gentle boy,
Surely thy dreams are fraught with joy,
Surely thy dreams are fraught with joy,
