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DEDICATORY SONNET

TO SOPHIA.

-common woes

ONCE we had joys in common:
Have lately been our portion; Friend, once

loved! And, still as much loved as ’mid sorrow's throes

'Tis possible to move, or to be moved. Faithless I'm not, because no word that glows,

No look that cheers, accost a friend approved; Love's language lies in more profound repose Than that of death, since Hope has been re

mov'd From

my

soul's dreams! But could'st thou pierce

my heart, And see the tenderest thought it doth enshrine, 'Tis, should myself and sorrow ever part, Mine eyes shall then tell thee when sought by

thine, While blest tears gush, like children's, without

art, “ These had not flowed, wert thou again not

mine.

CHARLES LLOYD.

London, 6th September, 1819.

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ADVERTISEMENT.

ABOUT one third part of the Poems contained in this Volume is selected from a larger collection of the Author's productions, which has gone through two former editions: the pieces included in this part will be distinguished in the Index, from those which are now printed for the first time, by being marked with an asterisk. These latter ones have been written at various times, and on various occasions, since the year 1799.

The latter part of this Volume will be devoted to tales, selected from the Metamorphoses of Ovid, and intended as a specimen of a translation of that work from the Latin, completed by the Author.

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