Oliver Goldsmith - A Sonnet

Oliver Goldsmith - A Sonnet

WEEPING, murmuring, complaining, br Lost to every gay delight; br MYRA, too sincere for feigning, br Fears th' approaching bridal night. br br Yet, why impair thy bright perfection? br Or dim thy beauty with a tear? br Had MYRA followed my direction, br She long had wanted cause of fear.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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