1788 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Rev. Richard Polwhele

Anonymous, "Sonnet to Mr. Polwhele" Gentleman's Magazine 58 (March 1788) 253.



POLWHELE, with whose sweet lay I many an hour,
Ah! many a dreary hour, have oft beguil'd,
Sure Fancy mark'd thee for her darling child,
And twin'd a wreath of ev'ry lovely flow'r,
To crown thy infant brow — else whence that pow'r
Of magic that attunes thy wood-notes wild?
For whether thou dost breathe some sweet strain mild,
My sense is wrap'd in soft elysian bower;
Or, if the lyre with rapid hand divine,
Thou sweep'st, I'm hurried with thy lofty Muse
To upper realms — Oh, to this lay of mine,
Would but thy song some happy fire infuse
Then might I at thy flower-inwoven shrine
Offer a garland of no sordid hues.