SONNET. TO A FRIEND. THE youthful lover, parted in despair From her whose smiles his heart with rapture blest, Feels transient joy expand his sorrowing breast, To view the portrait of his absent fair, And mark the semblance of her artless air, By Art's cold pencil though but ill express'd. The faint memorial, o'er and o'er caress'd, Gives him new strength his bitter loss to bear. So, torn reluctant from my native plain, Where thee, my friend! I crown'd with well-earn'd bays, My kindling bosom shares its joys again, On Thame's thronged banks to read thy rural lays ; For thee the Sylvan Muse, in sweetest strain, Has taught to celebrate the country's praise. FEB. 5, 1801. D. S. Y. SONNET. WRITTEN IN H CHURCH YARD, AT SUN-RISE. BY MR. R. A. DAVENPORT. HAIL to the hallow'd ground, where, hush'd to rest, You wake not to the morning's rosy gleam, But, sick at heart, more sweet your slumber deem. SONNET. BRIGHT through the portals of the azure east Sheds her mild influence upon Ocean's breast, While the pure breath of humid Evening sighs ADELINE VOL. I. SONNET. TO A FADING FLOWER. RY MR. R. A. DAVENPORT. POOR, luckless flower, why languid droops thy head? Why do thy late warm tints begin to fail? And that sweet fragrance, which perfumed the vale, Why is it now for ever from thee fed? Say, dost thou mourn that from thy native bed For which, though vain, Regret's fond tear will flow. SONNET. TO CATHARINE: ON MEETING her, for tHE FIRST TIME, IN A BOAT ON THE RIVER THAMES. THO' lovely Catharine! whilst we ploughed the tide, I seemed but conscious of the scenes around, (The sunny lawns, and slopes with shade embrowned,) And to depict them with my pencil tried; Oft, with stolen glances I thy beauties spied; Tho' blushing fear my lips in fetters bound, I listened to thy voice and caught each sound; Tho' to an envied other it replied. Would that my hand to paint thy lovely face Had dared; my lips my passion to explain! MAY 14, 1801. D. S. Y. |