1818 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Dr. John Wolcot

Thomas Enort Smith, "Sonnet, addressed to Dr. Wolcot, the incomparable Peter Pindar" Morning Post (3 August 1818).



I knew an aged Robin — he would sit,
When wint'ry blasts had bar'd each forest tree;
And he would sing: O! I remember yet
Each varying tone of sweet thrill'd harmony.
And whilst all round him look'd blank misery,
And other warblers droop'd their wings, — mute, tame;
This little hero's bosom was all glee,
And soft and sweet each morning whistle came.
His was the heart's blest impulse, to be free:
In some green nook retir'd, he plum'd his wing;
And from some bough, — his throne of Liberty,—
He sang such strains as free birds only sing.
Apollo's Nestor in this Robin see,
(Drawn by weak hand), a picture blithe of thee.
T. ENORT SMITH.