Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong | ||
LXXVIII. TO THE REVEREND CHARLES STRONG.
“Friend of my youth.” Thy earliest Muse to me
Such title gave, dear Strong—and now that name
Old and too partial friend, thou well may'st claim.
When fresh from Blundell's seat, a stripling, free
Such title gave, dear Strong—and now that name
Old and too partial friend, thou well may'st claim.
When fresh from Blundell's seat, a stripling, free
In Balliol's courts to gather from the tree
Of classic lore the precious fruits I came,
Thou wert my counsellor and guide, to fame
And her steep path aye beckoning cheerily.
Of classic lore the precious fruits I came,
Thou wert my counsellor and guide, to fame
And her steep path aye beckoning cheerily.
And still in thy own Wadham's chamber, oft
Waked by thy hand the organ's solemn swell
And Dunsford's merry laugh, and Templer's soft
Waked by thy hand the organ's solemn swell
And Dunsford's merry laugh, and Templer's soft
And winning accents are remembered well.
And Eagles, “Fancy's Child,” too soon inurned
Alas! by us how loved, how deeply mourned!
And Eagles, “Fancy's Child,” too soon inurned
Alas! by us how loved, how deeply mourned!
1860. C. L.
Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Strong | ||