English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. Sonnet 1. The partial Muse, has from my earliest hours. Шарлотта Смит.

Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)

Sonnet 1. The partial Muse, has from my earliest hours

THE partial Muse, has from my earliest hours,
Smil'd on the rugged path I'm doom'd to tread,
And still with sportive hand has snatch'd wild flowers,
To weave fantastic garlands for my head:
But far, far happier is the lot of those
Who never learn'd her dear delusive art;
Which, while it decks the head with many a rose,
Reserves the thorn, to fester in the heart.
For still she bids soft Pity's melting eye
Stream o'er the ills she knows not to remove,
Points every pang, and deepens every sigh
Of mourning friendship or unhappy love.
Ah! then, how dear the Muse's favours cost,
If those paint sorrow best--who feel it most! 

Charlotte Turner Smith’s other poems:

1. Sonnet 61. ILL-Omen’d Bird! Whose Cries Portentous Float
2. Sonnet 67. On Passing Over A Dreary Tract
3. Sonnet 45. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex
4. Sonnet 42. Composed During a Walk
5. Sonnet 63. The Gossamer

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