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SONNET XXVII. Sketch of a Mountain Cottage.
12th May, 1803.
Yon cottage sheltered by those aged pines,
Whispering with winds that 'mid their branches sweep,
Like the low murmurs of the distant deep;
Yon whiten'd cottage, mantled o'er with vines,
Above whose roof the wooded hill inclines,
With garden where the earliest snow-drops peep,
Crocus, and violet; where Liburnams weep,
And either Lilac, with Syringa, shines.
Yon cot, the heart-struck mourner well might seek,
One whom dejection, or misfortunes, chase
From cheerful haunts of man; its rustic grace
The dignity of better days doth speak,
Nor should the worldling force, in such a place,
The blush of decent pride on grief's pale cheek.
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