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SONNETS OF LAURA: 2. THE VEIL by ELIZABETH COBBOLD

First Line: WHAT WEAK REMONSTRANCE! -- HOW I JOY TO FIND
Last Line: GUARD OF MY PRIDE, MY HONOR, AND MY FAME.
Subject(s): PETRARCH (1304-1374); FRANCESCO PETRARCA;

What weak remonstrance! -- how I joy to find
The well invented fraud thy faith deceive!
The veil that shades the face obscures the mind,
And love is ever fearful to believe;
Else had my cheerful and unguarded smile,
The pleasure that I felt when you were nigh,
The welcome gay, the look devoid of guile,
The tear of rapture springing to my eye,
Told a fond tale that you should never learn,
Of fears I would not for the world reveal,
Of hopes I almost tremble to discern;
Of bliss my heart would from itself conceal.
Come, blessed veil! thy friendly aid I claim,
Guard of my pride, my honor, and my fame.



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