SCORN not the Sonnet;Critic,you have frown'd,
Mindless of its just honours with this key....
Shakespeare unlock'd his heart the melody....
Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound.....
A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound...
With it Cam ens sooth'd an exile's grief....
The Sonnet glitter'd a gay myrtle leaf....
Amid the cypress with which Dante crown'd....
His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp,
It cheer'd mild Spenser,call'd from Faery-land....
To struggle through dark ways and when a damp....
Fell round the path of Milton,in his hand...
The Thing became a trumpet whence he blew...
Soul-animating strains alas,too few....!
Mindless of its just honours with this key....
Shakespeare unlock'd his heart the melody....
Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound.....
A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound...
With it Cam ens sooth'd an exile's grief....
The Sonnet glitter'd a gay myrtle leaf....
Amid the cypress with which Dante crown'd....
His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp,
It cheer'd mild Spenser,call'd from Faery-land....
To struggle through dark ways and when a damp....
Fell round the path of Milton,in his hand...
The Thing became a trumpet whence he blew...
Soul-animating strains alas,too few....!
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