Poem by Thomas Warton

Sonnet Written after Seeing Wilton House

FROM Pembroke’s princely dome, where mimic art
Decks with a magic hand the dazzling bowers,
Its living hues where the warm pencil pours,
And breathing forms from the rude marble start,
How to life’s humbler scene can I depart?
My breast all glowing from those gorgeous towers,
In my low cell how cheat the sullen hours!
Vain the complaint; for fancy can impart
(To fate superior, and to fortune’s doom)
Whate’er adorns the stately-storied hall:
She, mid the dungeon’s solitary gloom,
Can dress the graces in their Attic pall,
Bid the green landskip’s vernal beauty bloom,
And in bright trophies clothe the twilight wall.

1. Verses Written at Montauban, 1750
2. King Arthur’s Funeral
3. Monody Written near Stratford-upon-Avon
4. On Revisiting the River Loddon
5. Inscription over a Spring in Blenheim Gardens

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