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To ---- IV (Botta)

        This life is to thee like a region enchanted,

            O'er which thy rich fancy its rose-color throws;

        The hours as they pass thee with visions are haunted,

            And thou dream'st them away in inglorious repose....

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To ---- V (Botta)

       In the noble army of Reform

            Thou art a pioneer;

        And bravely wields thy good right arm,

            The broadsword and the spear.

 

        Thou may'st not see the battle's close,
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To ---- VI (Botta)

        The brilliant west is glowing,

            With sunset's farewell ray;

        The silver waves are flowing,

            On to the distant sea;

 

        The pale bright stars are keeping
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To ---- VII (Botta)

        Upon the sea of life,

            Outspread thy spirit's sails; --

        Go in thy genius forth, and breast

            Its billows and its gales.

 

        Weigh anchor and depart --
...

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To ---- X (Botta)

        Like the river's current rapid;

            Like the lightning's flash intense;

        Was the rushing, fiery torrent

            Of thy fervid eloquence.

 

        And the multitude that listened
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To a Child (Botta)

        I love to look on that eye of blue,

        For tears have not yet worn a channel through;

        And the few bright summers since thy birth,

        Have left thee a stranger still on earth.

 

        A...

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To Anna (Botta)

          For thee, the Sibyl in the future sees

          A lovely cottage hidden by the trees;---

          Round its white porch are trained the clustering vines;

          Beneath its roof perpetual summer shines---
...

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To Dr. ---- (Botta)

        I know those subtle elements

            Thou dost administer,

        Have power to stay the parting breath,

            The languid pulse to stir.

 

        And not less potent is thy smile,
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To Emma (Botta)

          I look within those deep, dark, lustrous eyes,

          And there I read thy heart's sweet mysteries;

          There, like those lakes that mirror earth and sky,

          The lights and shadows of the future lie.
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Until death (Botta)

           Make me no vows of constancy, dear friend,

           To love me, though I die, thy whole life long,

           And love no other till thy days shall end;

           Nay, it were rash and wrong.


           If...

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