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 TWELFTH.
[Say, favorite Shades, beneath whose laurel Vest]
Say, favorite Shades, beneath whose laurel VestThe wild Rose blushes, and pale Woodbines flaunt—
Say, why no longer vocal, tho' the Haunt
Erewhile, of many a little warbling Guest;
Where musing oft, my charmed Ear was wont
(As peep'd the callow Finches from their Nest)
To listen to the Parent's Song, and rest
On each sweet Trill, and bid vain Care avaunt—
Ah! whilst no more the gold-ting'd Artist weaves
His mossy Fabric with assiduous Bill;
Tho' round the rich Luxuriance of the Leaves
And Flowers, the Breeze with lavish Odors fill—
Ah, for such artless Music, Fancy heaves
Full many a Sigh, amidst a Pause so still!
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