Poems consisting of a tour through parts of North and South Wales, sonnets, odes, and an epistle to a friend on physiognomy. By W. Sotheby |
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| XIV. | SONNET XIV. FAREWELL TO BEVIS MOUNT. |
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SONNET XIV. FAREWELL TO BEVIS MOUNT.
Mary! ere yet with ling'ring step we leaveThese bow'rs, the haunt of peace, where many a year
Has o'er us past delightful; if a tear
Stray down my cheek, not for myself I grieve.
Here thou hadst fondly hop'd 'till life's last eve
To rest. On yonder bank the flow'rs appear,
Nurs'd by thy culture; there thy woodbines rear
Their tendrils. Thou! ah Thou, unseen, may'st heave
A sigh, what time we bid these groves farewell;
Yet in thy breast resides a soothing power
That sheds the sweet, not found in herb or flow'r.
Oh, Mary! what to us where doom'd to dwell?
Enough, that peace and thou can never part,
Belov'd of me the spot where'er thou art.
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