1804 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Peter L. Courtier

Richard Polwhele, "To Mr. P. L. Courtier" Courtier, Pleasures of Solitude (1804) 7.



How oft thy Song, lov'd Bard of Solitude!
Doth Memory whisper to my charmed Ear;
What Time in stillness o'er the paly wood
The Star of Evening hangs its circlet clear.
Then, as each Village-murmur dies away,
At every Step, a tinkling Rill I hear
Whose echo slumber'd ere the Close of Day.
Then, where the Glow-worm tints the mossy Sward,
Far, far within the dusky Copse I stray;
Till, stealing on my Sense with fresh Delight,
I listen to the Woodlark's mellow lay!
But not so sweet the tinkling stream, lov'd Bard!
But not so sweet the Warbler of the Night,
As are thy soothing Notes, to win my fond Regard!