SONNET. ADMONITION, (Intended more particularly for the Perusal of those who may have happened to be enamoured of some beautiful Place of Retreat, in. the Country of the Lakes.). Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye!` This blissful leaf, with worst impiety. Think what the home would be if it were thine, Even thine, though few thy wants!-Roof, window, door, The very flowers are sacred to the Poor, The roses to the porch which they entwine: Yea, all, that now enchants thee, from the day On which it should be touch'd, would melt, and melt away! SONNET. 66 “ gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name." Though narrow be that Old Man's cares, and near, The poor Old Man is greater than he seems : Rich are his walks with supernatural chear; With vital sounds, and monitory gleams. He the seven birds hath seen that never part, Seen the SEVEN WHISTLERS in their nightly rounds, And counted them: and oftentimes will start- High deeds, O Germans, are to come from you! Stirr'd by the breeze-they rose, a Nation, true, She of the Danube and the Northern sea, She rose,—and off at once the yoke she threw. To that Bavarian, who did first advance His banner in accursed league with France, First open Traitor to her sacred name! SONNET, TO THOMAS CLARKSON, On the final pas-ing of the Bill for the Abolition of the Slave Trade, March, 1807. Clarkson! it was an obstinate Hill to climb; Is won, and by all Nations shall be worn! And Thou henceforth shalt have a good Man's calm, Once in a lonely Hamlet I sojourn'd In which a Lady driv'n from France did dwell; The big and lesser griefs, with which she mourn'd, In friendship she to me would often tell. This Lady, dwelling upon English ground, |