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ELEGIAC SONNETS, AND OTHER ESSAYS.

SONNETS. SONNET I.

HE partial Muse has, from my earliest hours,
 * Smil'd on the rugged path I'm doom'd to tread,

And still with sportive hand has snatch'd wild flowers,
 * To weave fantastic garlands for my head:

But far, far happier is the lot of those
 * Who never learn'd her dear delusive art,

Which, while it decks the head with many a rose, Reserves the thornto fester in the heart. Rh