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SONNET BY THE LATE NAWAB OF
OUDE, ASUF UD DOWLA.
In those eyes the tears that glisten as in pity for
my pain, Are they gems, or only dew-drops ? can they, will
they long remain ?
Why thy strength of tyrant beauty thus, with
seeining ruth, restrain ? Better breathe my last before thee, than in linger:
ing grief remain!
To yon planet, Fate has given every inonth to
wax and wane; And—thy world of blushing brightness--can it,
will it, long remain ?
Health and youth in balmy moisture on thy cheek
their seat maintain ; But-the dew that steeps the rose-bud-can it,
will it long remain ?