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 Sonnet XIX: Farewell, Ye Coral Caves by Mary Darby Robinson 
						Farewell, ye coral caves, ye pearly sands,Ye waving woods that crown yon lofty steep;
 Farewell, ye Nereides of the glitt'ring deep,
 Ye mountain tribes, ye fawns, ye sylvan bands:
 On the bleak rock your frantic minstrel stands,
 Each task forgot, save that, to sigh and weep;
 In vain the strings her burning fingers sweep,
 No more her touch, the Grecian Lyre commands!
 In Circe's cave my faithless Phaon's laid,
 Her daemons dress his brow with opiate flow'rs;
 Or, loit'ring in the brown pomgranate shade,
 Beguile with am'rous strains the fateful hours;
 While Sappho's lips, to paly ashes fade,
 And sorrow's cank'ring worm her heart devours!
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