Sixty-Five Sonnets With Prefatory Remarks on the Accordance of the Sonnet with the Powers of the English Language: Also, A Few Miscellaneous Poems [by Thomas Doubleday] |
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XXXIV.
No walk to day;—November's breathings tossThe vaporous clouds in masses; fitter suit
The intercourse of minds, social dispute,
And wit's pure fire purging the mental dross;—
—So, come, my friend; let those delights engross
The present hour; and when their voice is mute
Then let thy mellow-tongued, persuasive flute,
With its sweet utterance, well supply their loss.—
Thou shalt have tea, not wine; wine shall not sing
With syren pleadings to th' unfetter'd blood;
Snug is the shutter'd room; the fire is good;
Thy flute its tide of softest sounds shall bring:
While quiet pleasure, with a halcyon's wing,
Broods and luxuriates on the gentle flood!
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