John Codrington Bampfylde (Джон Кодрингтон Бэмпфилд)

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As when, to one who long hath watched, the morn
  Advancing, slow forewarns the approach of day,
  (What time the young and flowery-kirtled May
  Decks the green hedge and dewy grass unshorn
With cowslips pale, and many a whitening thorn;
  And now the sun comes forth with level ray,)
  Gilding the high-wood top and mountain gray;
  And as he climbs, the meadows' gins adorn:
The rivers glisten to the dancing beam,
  The awakened birds begin their amorous strain,
  And hill and vale with joy and fragrance teem;
Such is the sight of thee; thy wished return
  To eyes, like mine, that long have waked to mourn,
  That long have watched for light, and wept in vain.

1. Sonnet. On the Abbé Reynall’s History of the Establishments in the East and West Indies
2. Sonnet. To Mr Jackson of Exeter
3. Sonnet. On Having Dined at Trinity College, Oxford
4. Sonnet. On the Evening
5. Sonnet. On a Stormy Sea - Prospect

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