SONNET XV. Lov'D, prais'd, and sought, yet modest, and retir'd, Nor proud, nor vain, nor envious, tho' admir'd; Shall dare to praise, where every charm is fix'd To merit praise, and not a weakness mix'd, To which the proudest praise can come desir'd. Yet, Lady, may I breathe my gratitude That thou sometimes hast deign'd to smile on me, And shed a light upon my solitude, Which sweetly shines like moon-beams on the sea, When sleep sits brooding on the noiseless flood, And like to Heav'n's is Earth's tranquillity. SONNET XVI. THE feeble limb, the brow with wrinkles bound, 'Tis that the Spirit, which in all around Create rejoic'd, which with elastic bound As if the substance could indeed be found; 'Tis that, with this poor flesh, the fire divine Grows faint and dim, and earth henceforth appears In all the naked hideousness of Truth; Age! both thy ills are mine, tho' yet in youth; SONNET XVII. LOVELY, indeed, art thou, O Solitude! And good and bad to thy calm refuge fly; For the deep forest and the starry sky Make good men better, and make bad men good. Yet art thou not too strictly to be woo'd; For, like those poisons whose fine quality Can still the throb of corporal agony, But, drunk too oft, death-like arrest the blood; Thus, Solitude, thy influence soothes the mind; 'Till man forgets the feelings of his kind, And Heav'n's best purposes in life foregoes, Who bade him not to shrink, but bear resign'd, And mitigate, not fly from other's woes. SONNET XVIII. Is there a heart, so harden'd, so defil'd, A waste, where like the whirlwind Passion sways, Or garden, where all Virtues shed perfume. SONNET XIX. DREAM not that she, the Nymph whom I adore, Is all unskill'd in wisdom's nobler lore, That nought but mirth e'er issued from her tongue : What is the law, that wisdom should belong To age, and frowns, to wrinkles, and to care? When other powers grow weak, does she grow strong? In other's wreck can she herself repair? Go, mark the tree, which golden wealth does bear,. Where on one branch the flower, the fruit expands; The flower, which loads with fragrance all the air, The fruit, which woos the grasp of outstretch'd hands: So in the Goddess whom I worship, shine Beauty's fair flower, and wisdom's fruit divine. |