SONNETS. I. THE FIRST-BORN, NEVER did music sink into my soul So 'silver sweet,' as when thy first weak wail But oh! may winds far gentler than have hurled Or, if thy voyage must be rough,-may'st thou Soon 'scape the storm and be-as blest as I am now! K II. WRITTEN AT CLARENS. STRANGER! if from the crowded walks of life Thou lov'st to stray, and woo fair Solitude may HE hope, whose eye is fixed on Heaven! ΤΟ III. Go! join the mincing measures of the crowd, My soul could not repay.--There was a tię Though I forgive,-I never can forget! |