Sonnet on the Nuptials of the Marquis Antonio Cavalli with the Countess Clelia Rasponi of Ravenna
A noble Lady of the Italian shoreLovely and young, herself a happy bride,Commands a verse, and will not be denied,From me a wandering Englishman; I toreOne sonnet, but invoke the muse once moreTo hail these gentle hearts which Love has tied,In Youth, Birth, Beauty, genially alliedAnd blest with Virtue's soul, and Fortune's store.A sweeter language, and a luckier bardWere worthier of your hopes, Auspicious Pair!And of the sanctity of Hymen's shrine,But,--since I cannot but obey the Fair,To render your new state your true reward,May your Fate be like Hers, and unlike mine.
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