Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 65. Marcellus, since the ardors of my strain

      TO THE SAME.

Marcellus, since the ardors of my strain
    To thy young eyes and kindling fancy, gleam
    With somewhat of the vivid hues, that stream
    From Poesy's bright orb, each envious stain
Shed by dull Critics, venal, vex'd and vain,
    Seems recompens'd at full;—and so wou'd seem
    Did not maturer Sons of Phœbus deem
    My verse Aonian.—Thou, in time, shalt gain,
Like them, amid the letter'd World, that sway
    Which makes encomium fame;—so thou adorn,
    Extend, refine and dignify thy lay,
And Indolence, and Syren Pleasure scorn;
    Then, at high noon, thy Genius shall display
    The splendors promis'd in its shining morn.

1. Sonnet 41. Since dark December shrouds the transient day
2. Sonnet 36. Now on hills, rocks, and streams, and vales, and plains
3. Sonnet 98. Since my griev'd mind some energy regains
4. Sonnet 32. Behold him now his genuine colours wear
5. Sonnet 82. From a riv'd Tree, that stands beside the grave

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