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 SONNETS, ' FORGETFULNESS: Too long forgotten, welcome.once adn ' To thy sad shrine within this lonely breast; I hate myself, that I so lon could rest Unmindful of thee. Oh, in vain--in vain Have I believed,'with wild 'o'eiheited'brain, I could love aught but thee. Dear outraged guest, Return once more, where nought shall' now molest Thee, the sweet partner bfmy joy, or pain. Fis the last madness of despairing love To court forgetfulness; and, oh, how much Must the poor bosom, in it's anguish, prove,. How long be tortured, ere it fly to such ! But, ah, it finds this cannot peace restore, And still to it's loved torment turns once more.

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