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SONNET.
“Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares,
The poets, who on earth have made us heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays!
Oh! might my name be number'd among theirs,
Then gladly would I end my mortal days.”
Wordsworth.
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares,
The poets, who on earth have made us heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays!
Oh! might my name be number'd among theirs,
Then gladly would I end my mortal days.”
Wordsworth.
Not in the shade of academic bowers,
Nor yet in classic haunts, where every breeze
Wakes, with its whispers, music among trees,
Which shelter by their shadow fragrant flowers;
Has it been mine to nurse my minstrel powers.
Nor have I, lull'd in literary ease,
Dreamt of ascending, even by degrees,
The glittering steep where “Fame's proud temple” towers.
Yet have I been at times a listener
To them, whose hallow'd harps are now suspended
In silence!—and have ventur'd to prefer
A prayer, in which both hope and fear were blended,
That I might rank, their fellow-worshipper,
In the esteem of some, when life be ended.
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