SONNETS. 127 



And the half- strangled tear bedev\-s his eyes ; 

 I, on the deck, musing on themes forlorn, 



View the drear tempest, and the yawning deep, 

 Nought dreading in the green sea's caves to sleep, 

 For not for me shall wife, or children mourn, 

 And the wild winds Avill ring my funeral knell, 

 Sweetly as solemn peal of pious passing-bell. 



SONNET V, 



The winter traveller. 



God help thee, traveller, on thy journey far ; 

 The wind is bitter keen, — the snow o'erlays 

 The hidden pits, and dangerous hollow ways, 

 And darkness will involve thee. — No kind star 

 To-night will guide thee, Traveller, — and the war 

 Of winds and elements on thy head will break, 

 And in thy agonizing ear the shriek 

 Of spirits howling on their stormy car, 

 Will often ring appalling — I portend 

 A dismal night — and on my wakeful bed 

 Thoughts, Traveller, of thee, will fill my head, 

 And him, who rides where wind and waves coniend, 

 And strives, rude cradled on the seas, to guide 

 His lonely bark through the tempestuous tide. 



SONNET YI. 



By Ca-pel Lofft, Esq. 



This Sonnet was addressed to the Author of this volume, and was 

 occasioned by several little quatorzains, misnomered sonnets 

 which he published in the "Monthly Mirror." He begs leave to 

 return his thanks to the much respected writer for the permission 

 so politely granted to insert it here, and for the good opinion h6 

 has been pleased to express of his productions.] 



Ye whose aspirings court the muse of laya, 



" Severest of those orders which belong, 



Distinct and separate, to Delphic song," 



"Why shun the Sonnet's undulating maze ? 



