Poems Namely, The English Orator; An Address to Thomas Pennant Sonnets; An Epistle to a College Friend; and The Lock Transformed. With notes on The English Orator. By Mr. Polwhele |
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SONNET the EIGHTH.
[How sweet—what Time the quick-rekindling Day]
How sweet—what Time the quick-rekindling DayHis orient Colors on my Dove-Cot streams,—
Whose Gilding blushes in the vivid Ray,
And o'er my Window flings reflected Beams;
How sweet to listen to thy cooing Note,
While slumbers softly leave the unsealed Eye,
And on my Pillow lights the placid Thought
To bid the hovering Dream of Morning fly!
Yes, gentle Dove! may still thy plaintive Tone
Be the first rural Sound to meet my Ear!
And still this Breast such simple Pleasures own
That, as a Lesson, I may love to hear—
And picture, with no Gall to give Offence,
Wafted on every Note, thy Innocence!
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