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Prometheus sonnet Thou brave old Titan, that in chains didst lie, Bound to the rock on the Caucasian hill, Who by sublime endurance didst defy Imperial Jove and all his shapes of ill; As I invoke thy... Poet:	Sonnet (Botta) Oh! in that better land to which I go, Say, shall I know thee as I know thee here; And will thy presence dim that glorious sphere, As it hath darkened all the earth below? Oh! will... Poet:	Sonnet II (Botta) Oh thou who once on earth, beneath the weight Of our mortality didst live and move, The incarnation of profoundest love; Who on the Cross that love didst consummate; Whose deep... Poet:	Sonnet to ----- (Botta) Ah no! my love knows no vain jealousy: The rose that blooms and lives but in the sun, Asks not what other flowers he shines upon, If he but shine on her. Enough for me, Thus in... Poet:
Sonnet to William Wilberforce, Esq. THY country, Wilberforce, with just disdain, Hears thee, by cruel men and impious, call'd Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose th' enthrall'd From exile, public sale, and slav'ry's chain. Friend of the poor, the wrong'd, the fetter-... Poet:	Sonnet. A remembrance Night closes round me, and wild threatening forms Clasp me with icy arms and chain me down, And bind upon my brow a cypress crown, Dewy with tears, and heaven frowns dark with storms; ... Poet:	Sonnet. Faith Securely cabined in the ship below, Through darkness and through storm I cross the sea, A pathless wilderness of waves to me: But yet I do not fear, because I know That he who... Poet:	Sonnet. Love Go forth in life, oh friend! not seeking love; A mendicant, that with imploring eye And outstretched hand asks of the passers by The alms his strong necessities may move. For such... Poet:
Sonnet. Milton Oh bard! what though upon thy mortal eyes There fell no glimmering ray of earthly light, And the deep shadow of eternal night Shut from thy gaze our lovely earth and skies, Yet was... Poet:	Sonnet. On a picture of the Virgin If the young mother clasp, for the first time, The mortal child that earthly love has given, With a deep joy preluding that of heaven; Who shall describe thy ecstacy sublime, Oh... Poet: