Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow Lord Thurlow |
1. |
2. |
SONNET.
|
I. |
II. |
III. |
IV. |
V. |
VI. |
VII. |
VIII. |
IX. |
X. |
XI. |
XII. |
XIII. |
XIV. |
XV. |
XVI. |
XVII. |
XVIII. |
XIX. |
XIX. |
XX. |
XXI. |
XXII. |
XXIII. |
XXIV. |
XXV. |
XXVI. |
XXVII. |
XXVIII. |
XXX. |
XXXI. |
XXXII. |
XXXIII. |
XXXIV. |
XXXV. |
XXXVI. |
XXXVII. |
XXXVIII. |
XXXIX. |
XL. |
XLI. |
XLII. |
XLIII. |
XLIV. |
XLV. |
XLVI. |
XLVII. |
XLVIII. |
XLIX. |
L. |
LI. |
LII. |
LIII. |
LIV. |
LV. |
Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow | ||
42
SONNET.
[The largest reign of Silence yet hath sway]
The largest reign of Silence yet hath swayIn beauty, which is music to the soul;
The lily hath no voice, yet shames the day;
Nay, the sweet air is liken'd in control:
The silver Moon, more paler than desire,
That with unvoiced wheel doth climb on high,
In meditation's ear is as a quire,
That leads th' o'er-vision'd Night along the sky
All silence in it's pleasure hath a voice,
If balanc'd in the fine esteem of thought;
Then let dumb nature in that plea rejoice,
But be not thou to that dominion brought:
For speech in thee, some men's disparagement,
Thy purer gifts with glory shall augment.
Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow | ||