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Poem by William Wordsworth


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Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody
Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound;
A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound;
With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief;
The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf
Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned
His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp,
It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land
To struggle through dark ways; and, when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains - alas, too few!



William Wordsworth


William Wordsworth's other poems:
  1. Gordale
  2. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: The Same
  3. For the Spot Where the Hermitage Stood on St. Herbert’s Island, Derwent Water
  4. To the River Derwent
  5. The Glen of Loch Etive


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