The Reliquary By Bernard and Lucy Barton. With A Prefatory Appeal for Poetry and Poets |
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SONNET. ON A VIEW NEAR WOODBRIDGE. |
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SONNET. ON A VIEW NEAR WOODBRIDGE.
My own lov'd town! even this glimpse of thee,Though giving little more to charm the eye
Than the tall church-tower, and old priory,
Has more of spell-like mastery o'er me
Than many a prouder picture could supply!
It speaks of hours and objects long gone by,
Which I no more on earth can hope to see,
Touching, of thought and feeling, many a key
Of memories far too pure and sweet to die!
My own lov'd town! although unknown to fame,
And reft of some my heart must long enshrine,
Those still are left thee, who, while life is mine,
Must hold therein a fondly cherish'd claim;
Nor care I greatly for a poet's name,
But for the hope, though faint, to honour thine!
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