<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537834" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet V. (Translated From Milton)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lady! It cannot be, but that thine eyes<br>Must be my sun, such radiance they display<br>And strike me ev'n as Phoebus him, whose way<br>Through torrid Libya's sandy desert lies.<br>Meantime, on that side steamy vapours rise <br>Where most I suffer. Of what kind are they,<br>New as to me they are, I cannot say,<br>But deem them, in the Lover's language--sighs.<br>Some, though with pain, my bosom close conceals,<br>Which, if in part escaping thence, they tend <br>To soften thine, they coldness soon congeals.<br>While others to my tearful eyes ascend,<br>Whence my sad nights in show'rs are ever drown'd,<br>'Till my Aurora comes, her brow with roses bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537834" data-title="Sonnet V. (Translated From Milton) de William Cowper" data-description="Lady! It cannot be, but that thine eyes Must be my sun, such radiance they display And strike me ev'n as Phoebus him, whose way Through torrid Libya's sandy desert lies. Meantime, on that side steamy vapours rise Where most I suffer. Of what kind..."></div> </div> </div>

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