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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LXIII.
“My roving friend, what! married after all?”“Aye, aye,” sighs he, “alas! 'tis but too true;
A fluttering fly, to every flower I flew,
From the low violet to the foxglove tall;
The English rose's sweets at length will pall,
To seek the lily fair to France I went,
Ah! none but yellow lilies there they knew,
Or painted tulips without juice or scent;
No slender harebells I in Scotia spied,
But, like their thistles, as I soon was taught,
A pretty face and stout coarse form were blended;
'Mongst flowers of every clime I've roam'd with pride,
Luckless at last in Venus' fly-trap caught,
There may I linger till my life be ended.”
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