English poem
SONNET LX.
by Anna Seward
Why view'st thou, Edwy, with disdainful mien The little Naiad of the Downton Wave? High 'mid the rocks, where her clear waters lave The circling, gloomy basin.—In such scene, Silent, sequester'd, few demand, I ween, That last perfection Phidian chisels gave. Dimly the soft and musing Form is seen In the hush'd, shelly, shadowy, lone concave.— As sleeps her pure, tho' darkling fountain there, I love to recollect her, stretch'd supine Upon its mossy brink, with pendent hair, As dripping o'er the flood.—Ah! well combine Such gentle graces, modest, pensive, fair, To aid the magic of her watry shrine.
More by Anna Seward
- Sonnet LV. On The Quick Transition From Winter To Summer In The Year 1785.
- 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 LXI. To Mr. Henry Cary[1], On Reading His Sonnets Written At Sixteen.
- SONNET LXII.
- Sonnet LXIII. To Colebrooke Dale.
- Sonnet LXIV. To Mr. Henry Cary, On The Publication Of His Sonnets.