SONNETS. 



SONNET I. 

 To the river Hh-ent.— Written on recovery from sickness. 

 Once more, Trent ! along thj pebbly marge 



A pensive invalid, reduced and pale, 

 From the close sick-room newlj let at large, 

 Woos to his wan- worn cheek the pleasant gale. 

 Oh ! to his ear how musical the tale 



Which fills with joy the throstle's little thr.)at ! 

 And all the sounds which on the fresh breeze sail, 



How wildly novel on his senses float ! 

 It was on this, that many a sleepless night. 



As, lone, he watched the taper's sickly gleam. 

 And at his casement heard, with wild affright. 

 The owl's dull wing, and melancholy scream, 

 On this he thought, this, this his sole desire, 

 Thus once again to hear the warbling woodland choir. 



SONNET II. 



Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild, 



Where, far from cities, I may spend my day; 

 And, by the beauties of the scene beguiled. 



May pity man's pursuits, and shun his waj s. 

 While on the rock I mark the browsing goat, 



List to the mountain torrent's distant noise. 

 Or the hoarse bittern's solitary note, 



I shall not want the world's delusive joys ; 

 But, with my little scrip, my book, my lyre, 



