SONNET XXVI. How blest with thee the path could I have trod In youth and beauty, go to thy death-bed; Of Ere this I have felt sorrow; and ev'n now (Tho' sometimes the unbidden thought must start, And half unman the miserable heart) The cold dew I shall wipe from my sad brow, And say, since hopes of bliss on earth are vain, "Best friend, farewell, till we do meet again!" SONNET XXVII. ON REVISITING OXFORD. I Never hear the sound of thy glad bells, OXFORD! and chime harmonious, but I say, (Sighing to think how time has worn away) "Some spirit speaks in the sweet tone that swells, "Heard after years of absence, from the vale "Where Cherwell winds." Most true it speaks the tale Of days departed, and its voice recalls Hours of delight and hope in the gay tide Of life, and many friends now scatter'd wide Denied the joys sought in thy shades,-denied Each better hope, since my poor ****** died, What I have owed to thee, my heart can ne'er forget! SONNET XXVIII. WRITTEN AT MALVERN, JULY II, 1793. I Shall behold far off thy tow'ring crest, Proud Mountain! from thy heights as slow I stray Down through the distant vale my homeward way, I shall behold, upon thy rugged breast, The parting sun sit smiling: me the while, Hard on my bosom: but I shall "beguile SONNET XXIX. ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. WILLIAM BENWELL. THOU camest with kind looks, when on the brink By pity prompted, at the poor man's cry; Of her, who best thy inmost bosom knew, To whom thy faith was vow'd, thy soul was true, What pow'rs of falt'ring language shall express? As friendship bids, I feebly breathe my own, And sorrowing say, " Pure spirit, thou art gone!" SONNET XXX. ON REVIEWING THE FOREGOING. SEPT. 21st, 1797. I Turn these leaves with thronging thoughts, and say, |