1795 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

John Thelwall

Anonymous, "Sonnet, by Charlotte Smith, parodied by John Thelwall" Tomahawk! or Censor General (30 October 1795).



King of the golden bow, by thy hot beam,
In crowds all swelt'ring I delight to stray,
To wipe from off my brow the rolling stream,
And thro' contending thousands squeeze my way;
And while I push, thy flaming glorious light
Sheds a hot courage on my raging breast;
And oft I think, before the coming night,
Thy flaming orb will broil me into rest.
The wretched suff'rers of the earth may go,
Released by me, to thy hot burning sphere;
And while I talk them to the pitch of woe,
Take care to make them taste of sorrow here.
But, oh! thy scorching sphere is too serene,
We'll preach Sedition in a hotter scene.