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I	A
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Fair Lady whose harmonious name the Rheno	B
Through all his grassy vale delights to hear	C
Base were indeed the wretch who could forbear	C
To love a spirit elegant as thine	B
That manifests a sweetness all divine	B
Nor knows a thousand winning acts to spare	C
And graces which Love's bow and arrows are	C
Temp'ring thy virtues to a softer shine	B
When gracefully thou speak'st or singest gay	D
Such strains as might the senseless forest move	E
Ah then turn each his eyes and ears away	D
Who feels himself unworthy of thy love	F
Grace can alone preserve him e'er the dart	G
Of fond desire yet reach his inmost heart	G
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II	A
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As on a hill top rude when closing day	D
Imbrowns the scene some past'ral maiden fair	C
Waters a lovely foreign plant with care	C
That scarcely can its tender bud display	D
Borne from its native genial airs away	D
So on my tongue these accents new and rare	C
Are flow'rs exotic which Love waters there	C
While thus o sweetly scornful I essay	D
Thy praise in verse to British ears unknown	B
And Thames exchange for Arno's fair domain	B
So Love has will'd and oftimes Love has shown	B
That what He wills he never wills in vain	B
Oh that this hard and steril breast might be	H
To Him who plants from heav'n a soil as free	H
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III	A
Canzone	B
	-
They mock my toil the nymphs and am'rous swains	D
And whence this fond attempt to write they cry	C
Love songs in language that thou little know'st	I
How dar'st thou risque to sing these foreign strains	D
Say truly Find'st not oft thy purpose cross'd	J
And that thy fairest flow'rs Here fade and die	C
Then with pretence of admiration high	C
Thee other shores expect and other tides	D
Rivers on whose grassy sides	D
Her deathless laurel leaf with which to bind	K
Thy flowing locks already Fame provides	D
Why then this burthen better far declin'd	K
Speak Canzone for me The Fair One said who guides	D
My willing heart and all my Fancy's flights	D
This is the language in which Love delights	D
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IV	C
To Charles Diodati	H
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Charles and I say it wond'ring thou must know	B
That I who once assum'd a scornful air	C
And scoff'd at love am fallen in his snare	C
Full many an upright man has fallen so	B
Yet think me not thus dazzled by the flow	B
Of golden locks or damask cheek more rare	C
The heart felt beauties of my foreign fair	C
A mien majestic with dark brows that show	B
The tranquil lustre of a lofty mind	K
Words exquisite of idioms more than one	B
And song whose fascinating pow'r might bind	K
And from her sphere draw down the lab'ring Moon	B
With such fire darting eyes that should I fill	L
My ears with wax she would enchant me still	L
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V	H
	-
Lady It cannot be but that thine eyes	D
Must be my sun such radiance they display	D
And strike me ev'n as Phoebus him whose way	D
Through torrid Libya's sandy desert lies	D
Meantime on that side steamy vapours rise	D
Where most I suffer Of what kind are they	D
New as to me they are I cannot say	D
But deem them in the Lover's language sighs	D
Some though with pain my bosom close conceals	D
Which if in part escaping thence they tend	M
To soften thine they coldness soon congeals	D
While others to my tearful eyes ascend	M
Whence my sad nights in show'rs are ever drown'd	N
'Till my Aurora comes her brow with roses bound	N
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VI	C
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Enamour'd artless young on foreign ground	N
Uncertain whither from myself to fly	C
To thee dear Lady with an humble sigh	C
Let me devote my heart which I have found	N
By certain proofs not few intrepid sound	N
Good and addicted to conceptions high	C
When tempests shake the world and fire the sky	C
It rests in adamant self wrapt around	N
As safe from envy and from outrage rude	O
From hopes and fears that vulgar minds abuse	D
As fond of genius and fix'd fortitude	O
Of the resounding lyre and every Muse	D
Weak you will find it in one only part	G
Now pierc'd by Love's immedicable dart	G

William Cowper

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