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Article TO SLEEP. Page 1 of 1 Article SONNET TO A LADY IN A QUAKER'S DRESS . Page 1 of 1
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To Sleep.
TO SLEEP .
IN vain , gentle friend , sad and weary I sought , On the soft downy pillow , thy solace to find , To arrest the wild errors of wandering thought , And to soothe the keen anguish that prey'd on my mind . In vain , do I court thee , thy poppies to shed , Thy poppies with virtue Lethean endu'd :
Ah ! wildly coquettish , thou fiy ' st from my bed , And leav ' st me still tost b y a tempest so rude . If , at length , thou shouldst grant to the sorrow-stain'd eyes A transient suspension of pain to enjoy ; Yet th y fancy-form'd train of dark spectres arise , Interrupting the rest , if they do not destroy .
Like the minions of fortune , thou always art found , Where affliction an entrance has never obtain'd ; Where plenteously blessings already abound , Where grief has not tortur'd , nor anguish has pain'd . Why , alone to the woe-hegone mourner a foe , For the balm of repose shall he fruitlessly pray ?
Is there something uncouth in the aspect of woe ? Is there something that scares thee , soft phantom ! away ? The vacant , the careless , the gay , and the free , Uncourted , thy peace-giving blessings obtain ; While those may solicit in vain , who , like me , Are wounded by sorrow , or tortur'd with pain . Bridlington . ALEXIS .
Sonnet To A Lady In A Quaker's Dress .
SONNET TO A LADY IN A QUAKER ' S DRESS .
TIR'D with the dazzling glare , the rash display , Which Beauty suffers from the pride of Art , I felt no joy from Fashion ' s gaudy ray , My sense disgusted , and unmov'd my heart ; When to my sight a female form appear'd , Where decent Nature holds her simple rei
gn , Once more the pow ' r of Beauty I rever'd , And my heart own'd its long remitted chain : Thus , when the garish Sun , with noon-tide beam , ' Darts o ' er the mountain his oppressive gleam , In languid silence the faint Shepherd " lies ; But when , at eve , the solemn Queen of" Ni ght Sheds the
o ' er groves her mitigated light , Again the valley to his p ipe replies . 3 C .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
To Sleep.
TO SLEEP .
IN vain , gentle friend , sad and weary I sought , On the soft downy pillow , thy solace to find , To arrest the wild errors of wandering thought , And to soothe the keen anguish that prey'd on my mind . In vain , do I court thee , thy poppies to shed , Thy poppies with virtue Lethean endu'd :
Ah ! wildly coquettish , thou fiy ' st from my bed , And leav ' st me still tost b y a tempest so rude . If , at length , thou shouldst grant to the sorrow-stain'd eyes A transient suspension of pain to enjoy ; Yet th y fancy-form'd train of dark spectres arise , Interrupting the rest , if they do not destroy .
Like the minions of fortune , thou always art found , Where affliction an entrance has never obtain'd ; Where plenteously blessings already abound , Where grief has not tortur'd , nor anguish has pain'd . Why , alone to the woe-hegone mourner a foe , For the balm of repose shall he fruitlessly pray ?
Is there something uncouth in the aspect of woe ? Is there something that scares thee , soft phantom ! away ? The vacant , the careless , the gay , and the free , Uncourted , thy peace-giving blessings obtain ; While those may solicit in vain , who , like me , Are wounded by sorrow , or tortur'd with pain . Bridlington . ALEXIS .
Sonnet To A Lady In A Quaker's Dress .
SONNET TO A LADY IN A QUAKER ' S DRESS .
TIR'D with the dazzling glare , the rash display , Which Beauty suffers from the pride of Art , I felt no joy from Fashion ' s gaudy ray , My sense disgusted , and unmov'd my heart ; When to my sight a female form appear'd , Where decent Nature holds her simple rei
gn , Once more the pow ' r of Beauty I rever'd , And my heart own'd its long remitted chain : Thus , when the garish Sun , with noon-tide beam , ' Darts o ' er the mountain his oppressive gleam , In languid silence the faint Shepherd " lies ; But when , at eve , the solemn Queen of" Ni ght Sheds the
o ' er groves her mitigated light , Again the valley to his p ipe replies . 3 C .