Verse > Anthologies > Hunt and Lee, eds. > The Book of the Sonnet
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
 
I. To Belinda
By Robert Treat Paine (1773–1811)
 
PATHETIC chantress! Nature’s feeling child!
  Thou, like thy parent, rul’st a varied sphere,
Where judgment ripens, fancy blossoms wild;
  Thy page the landscape, and thy mind the year.
 
Oft in the rainbow’s heaven-enchasing beams,        5
  Thy hand, sweet limner, many a pencil dips;
And oft receive Piera’s sacred streams
  New inspiration from Belinda’s lips.
 
Pure, as the bosom of the virgin rose,
  Blooms the rich verdure of a heart sincere;        10
And e’en Belinda’s smile more radiant glows,
  Through the clear mirror of a pearly tear.
 
But ah! her lyre in hushed oblivion sleeps,
While Edwin mourns, and all Parnassus weeps!
 
 
CONTENTS · BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
  PREVIOUSNEXT  
 
Loading
Click here to shop the Bartleby Bookstore.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2014 Bartleby.com · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors