Sonnet. Written In Ill Health At The Close Of Spring. Comments
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WHERE are the tearful smile of youthful Spring,
That nurs'd the budding leaves and infant flow'rs?
Ah! vanish'd- like those dear regretted hours
That fled away on Pleasure's fairy wing,
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