PERSONAL POEMS. A COLLECTION OF SONNETS. TO MR. GRAY. NOT that her blooms are marked with beauty's hue, My rustic Muse her votive chaplet brings; Unseen, unheard, O Gray, to thee she sings!While slowly pacing through the church-yard dew, At curlew-time, beneath the dark-green yew, Thy pensive genius strikes the moral strings; Or borne sublime on Inspiration's wings, Hears Cambria's bards devote the dreadful clew Of Edward's race, with murders foul defiled; Can aught my pipe to reach thine ear essay? No, bard, divine! For many a care beguiled By the sweet magic of thy soothing lay, For many a raptured thought, and vision wild, To thee this strain of gratitude I pay. THOMAS WARTON (1728-1790). BLANCO WHITE. COULDST thou in calmness yield thy mortal breath, Decline the ways of sin that downward slope? pray That thou, set free from this imprisoning clay, Now clad in raiment of perpetual youth, May find that bliss untold, 'mid endless day, Awaits each earnest soul that lives for Truth! SARA COLERIDGE (1803-1852). The Human Soul; as when, pushed off the shore, Thy mystic bark would through the darkness sweep, Itself the while so bright! For oft we seemed TO WORDSWORTH. THERE have been poets that in verse display And many are the smooth, elaborate tribe 'Tis thine to celebrate the thoughts that make The life of souls, the truths for whose sweet sake We to ourselves and to our God are dear. Of Nature's inner shrine thou art the priest, Where most she works when we perceive her least. HARTLEY COLERIDGE (1796-1849). MILTON. He left the upland lawns and serene air TO THE MEMORY OF SYDNEY DOBELL. AND thou, too, gone! one more bright soul away To swell the mighty sleepers 'neath the sod; One less to honor and to love, and say, Who lives with thee doth live half-way to God! |