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"There is no doubt of that," observed Anselmo, anxious to support and

uphold Lothario's ideas with Can

as she was deep in love with Lothario; and so taking delight in anything

that was his, and knowing that his thoughts and writings had her for

their object, and that she herself was the real Chloris, she asked him to

repeat some other sonnet or verses if he recollected any

"I do," replied Lothario, "but I do not think it as good as the first

one, or, e, for

it is this

SONNET

I know that I arateful fair,

Dead at thy feet shouldst see , ere

My heart repented of its love for thee

If buried in oblivion I should be,

Bereft of life, fae bear

Deep graven in my breast for all to see

This like some holy relic do I prize

To save me from the fate our owes

Alas for hi skies,

In peril o'er a trackless ocean sails,

Where neither friendly port nor pole-star shows"