Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 11. How sweet to rove, from summer sun-beams veil'd

How sweet to rove, from summer sun-beams veil'd,
    In gloomy dingles; or to trace the tide
    Of wandering brooks, their pebbly beds that chide;
    To feel the west-wind cool refreshment yield,
That comes soft creeping o'er the flowery field,
    And shadow'd waters; in whose bushy side
    The Mountain-Bees their fragrant treasure hide
    Murmuring; and sings the lonely Thrush conceal'd!—
Then, Ceremony, in thy gilded halls,
    Where forc'd and frivolous the themes arise,
    With bow and smile unmeaning, O! how palls
At thee, and thine, my sense!—how oft it sighs
    For leisure, wood-lanes, dells, and water-falls;
    And feels th' untemper'd heat of sultry skies!

1. Sonnet 25. Fortunate Vale! exulting Hill! dear Plain!
2. Sonnet 41. Since dark December shrouds the transient day
3. Sonnet 2. The Future, and its gifts, alone we prize
4. Sonnet 71. While Summer Roses all their glory yield
5. Sonnet 80. As lightens the brown Hill to vivid green

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1117

Последние стихотворения

To English version