Sketches in verse with prose illustrations. By Mr. Polwhele. Second edition, with several additional pieces |
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SONNET. FROST.
June 1, 1795.
Wooing the shadows of the morning moon
See with rude influence pallid Frost hath chill'd
The glimmering landscape, as in slumber still'd,
It meets the first faint blush of orient June:
Yet, with the lustre of the night's clear noon
The stars a moment kindle, and then fade.
Now opens to the sun the shivering scene,
As to the north solanum's darker green
Shrivels in blackness, and the barley blade
Springs with a sickly sallowness, to shade
The ridgy ground—as the pale hawthorn screen
Hangs, hoar with rime, its scanty blooms between,
And the rill crackles, where we cross the glade,
Tho' glittering to the solar orb serene!
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