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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XXXIX.
Those rural scenes that ever have been dear,Though now denied me, fill my fondest dreams:
The silent breathing fields; the sportful streams
To their own music dancing, which appear
Pausing at times, the louder song to hear,
Of birds more sportful still, 'mid dappled beams,
In sunny woods, profuse; the lake that gleams
With stretching lines of light, a mirror clear
For bloom-deck'd Nature's face; the shadeless plain
Heavy with heat, where, murmuring long, the bee
Makes to the shame-faced flowers his courtship free:
A landscape smiling at pleas'd heaven again;
With humble sports and joys now lost to me,
The peasant joys that pay no tax to pain.
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