 | The works, in verse and prose, of the late Robert Treat Paine, Jun. Esq |  |
SONNET TO BELINDA.
Pathetick chantress! Nature's feeling child!
Thou, like thy parent, rulest a variant sphere
Where Judgment ripens, Fancy blossoms wild;
Thy page the landscape, and thy mind the year.
Thou, like thy parent, rulest a variant sphere
Where Judgment ripens, Fancy blossoms wild;
Thy page the landscape, and thy mind the year.
Oft in the rainbow's heaven-enchasing beams,
Thy hand, sweet limner, many a pencil dips;
And oft receive Pieria's sacred streams
New inspiration from Belinda's lips.
Thy hand, sweet limner, many a pencil dips;
And oft receive Pieria's sacred streams
New inspiration from Belinda's lips.
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Pure, as the bosom of the virgin rose,
Blooms the rich verdure of a heart sincere;
And e'en Belinda's smile more radiant glows,
Through the clear mirror of the pearly tear.
Blooms the rich verdure of a heart sincere;
And e'en Belinda's smile more radiant glows,
Through the clear mirror of the pearly tear.
But, ah! her lyre in hushed oblivion sleeps,
While Edwin mourns, and all Parnassus weeps.
While Edwin mourns, and all Parnassus weeps.
| The works, in verse and prose, of the late Robert Treat Paine, Jun. Esq | |