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Poem	SONNET LXII. Vidi fra mille donne una già tale. BEAUTY SHOWED ITSELF IN, AND DISAPPEARED WITH, LAURA. 'Mid many fair one such by me was seenThat amorous fears my heart did instant seize,Beholding her—nor false the images—Equal to angels in her heavenly mien.Nothing in her was mortal or terrene,As one whom nothing short of heaven can please;My soul well train'd for her to burn and freezeSought in her wake to mount the blue serene.But ah! too high for earthly wings to riseHer pitch, and soon she wholly pass'd from sight:The very thought still makes me cold and numb;O beautiful and high and lustrous eyes,Where Death, who fills the world with grief and fright,Found entrance in so fair a form to come. Macgregor.
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