Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 22. You, whose dull spirits feel not the fine glow

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You, whose dull spirits feel not the fine glow
    Enthusiasm breathes, no more of light
    Perceive ye in rapt Poesy, tho' bright
    In Fancy's richest colouring, than can flow
From jewel'd treasures in the central night
    Of their deep caves.—You have no Sun to show
    Their inborn radiance pure.—Go, Snarlers, go;
    Nor your defects of feeling, and of sight,
To charge upon the Poet thus presume,
    Ye lightless minds, whate'er of title proud,
    Scholar, or Sage, or Critic, ye assume,
Arraigning his high claims with censure loud,
    Or sickly scorn; yours, yours is all the cloud,
    Gems cannot sparkle in the midnight Gloom.

1. Sonnet 69. Time, and thy charms, thou fanciest will redeem
2. Sonnet 13. Thou child of Night, and Silence, balmy Sleep
3. Sonnet 42. Lo! the Year's final Day!—Nature performs
4. Sonnet 8. Short is the time the oldest Being lives
5. Sonnet 52. Long has the pall of Midnight quench'd the scene

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