English poem
Sonnet LXI. To Mr. Henry Cary[1], On Reading His Sonnets Written At Sixteen.
by Anna Seward
Disciple of the bright Aonian Maid In thy life's blossom, a resistless spell Amid the wild wood, and irriguous dell, O'er thymy hill, and thro' illumin'd glade, Led thee, for her thy votive wreaths to braid, Where flaunts the musk-rose, and the azure bell Nods o'er loquacious brook, or silent well.— Thus woo'd her inspirations, their rapt aid Liberal she gave; nor only thro' thy strain Breath'd their pure spirit, while her charms beguil'd The languid hours of Sorrow, and of Pain, But when Youth's tide ran high, and tempting smil'd Circean Pleasure, rescuing did she stand, Broke the Enchantress' cup and snapt her wand. 1: Then of Sutton Coldfield.
More by Anna Seward
- Sonnet LVI. To A Timid Young Lady, Distressed By The Attentions Of An Amiable, And Accepted Lover.
- Sonnet LVII. Written The Night Preceding The [1]Funeral Of Mrs. Charles Buckeridge.
- Sonnet LVIII.
- SONNET LX.
- SONNET LXII.
- Sonnet LXIII. To Colebrooke Dale.
- Sonnet LXIV. To Mr. Henry Cary, On The Publication Of His Sonnets.
- Sonnet LXIX. To A Young Lady, Purposing To Marry A Man Of Immoral Character In The Hope Of His Reformation.