1825 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Rev. William Lisle Bowles

Bob Tickler, "To the Sonnet" Newcastle Magazine (September 1825) 397.



Hail, Sonnet! refuge of all those who've got
An only thought to wire-draw — ergo prized
By all our minor poets, and despised
By all our great, as Byron, Moore, and Scott,
The first penned one or two, but 'twas, I wot,
Merely to show the world of moping souls
That he could dance in chains as well as Bowles,
But spurned a madman's wreath he valued not.
Hail, Sonnet, once again, and then farewell!
Fit study for Italian slaves confined
By edict, and for Britons chained in mind
By dulness, — go and sooth them in their cell.
For me, bright Liberty's immortal stickler,
No man shall style me "sonneteering" Tickler!