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Sonnet 1 (go Valentine And Tell That Lovely Maid) Post by :clickit Category :Poems Author :Robert Southey Date :March 2011 Read :1753

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Sonnet 1 (go Valentine And Tell That Lovely Maid)

Go Valentine and tell that lovely maid
Whom Fancy still will pourtray to my sight,
How her Bard lingers in this sullen shade,
This dreary gloom of dull monastic night.
Say that from every joy of life remote
At evening's closing hour he quits the throng,
Listening alone the ring-dove's plaintive note
Who pours like him her solitary song.
Say that her absence calls the sorrowing sigh,
Say that of all her charms he loves to speak,
In fancy feels the magic of her eye,
In fancy views the smile illume her cheek,
Courts the lone hour when Silence stills the grove
And heaves the sigh of Memory and of Love.

(The end)
Robert Southey's poem: Sonnet 1 (go Valentine And Tell That Lovely Maid)

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Sonnet 2 (think Valentine, As Speeding On Thy Way) Sonnet 2 (think Valentine, As Speeding On Thy Way)

Sonnet 2 (think Valentine, As Speeding On Thy Way)
Think Valentine, as speeding on thy way Homeward thou hastest light of heart along, If heavily creep on one little day The medley crew of travellers among, Think on thine absent friend: reflect that here On Life's sad journey comfortless he roves, Remote from every scene his heart holds dear, From him he values, and from her he loves. And when disgusted with the vain and dull Whom chance companions of thy way may doom, Thy mind, of each domestic comfort

Frederic Frederic

(Time Night. Scene the woods.)Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bendMy weary way? thus worn with toil and faintHow thro' the thorny mazes of this woodAttain my distant dwelling? that deep cryThat rings along the forest seems to soundMy parting knell: it is the midnight howlOf hungry monsters prowling for their prey!Again! oh save me--save me gracious Heaven!I am not fit to die! Thou coward wretchWhy heaves thy trembling heart? why shake thy limbsBeneath their palsied burden? is there