Sonnet: By Ev'ry Sweet Tradition Of True Hearts

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Title:     Sonnet: By Ev'ry Sweet Tradition Of True Hearts
Author: Thomas Hood [More Titles by Hood]

By ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts,
Graven by Time, in love with his own lore;
By all old martyrdoms and antique smarts,
Wherein Love died to be alive the more;
Yea, by the sad impression on the shore,
Left by the drown'd Leander, to endear
That coast for ever, where the billow's roar
Moaneth for pity in the Poet's ear;
By Hero's faith, and the foreboding tear
That quench'd her brand's last twinkle in its fall;
By Sappho's leap, and the low rustling fear
That sigh'd around her flight; I swear by all,
The world shall find such pattern in my act,
As if Love's great examples still were lack'd.

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Thomas Hood's poem: Sonnet: By Ev'ry Sweet Tradition Of True Hearts

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