Laura Sophia Temple (Лаура София Темпл)

Song I (When the fair Morning)

When the fair Morning,
Nature adorning,
        Chases the shadows of Night from the sky ;
Oh what a pleasure
Fondly to treasure
        All the rich graces that burst from her eye.

Thus should the roses,
Fortune discloses,
        Wisely be gather'd ere Youth fades away ;
Timely remember
Gloomy December,
        Treads on the frolicsome footsteps of May.

1. Sonnet 1. To the Evening Gale
2. The Murderer
3. The Exile
4. To the Genius of Romance
5. On Hearing the Sound of Music at a Distance

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