Written at Lovere, 1755
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Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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Wisdom, slow product of laborious years,
The only fruit that life's cold winter bears;
Thy sacred seeds in vain in youth we lay,
By the fierce storm of passion torn away.
Should some remain in a rich gen'rous soil,
They long lie hid, and must be rais'd with toil;
Faintly they struggle with inclement skies,
No sooner born than the poor planter dies.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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