Elegiac sonnets. Volume 1 of 2  contents   |   previous   |   next SONNET V. TO THE SOUTH DOWNS. AH! hills belov'd! where once, an happy child,          Your beechen shades, ' your turf, your flowers among,` [Note:] SONNET V. Line 2. Your turf, your flowers among. Whose turf, whose shades, whose flowers among. Gray. I wove your blue-bells into garlands wild,          And woke your echoes with my artless song. Ah! hills belov'd! your turf, your flowers remain;          But can they peace to this sad breast restore, For one poor moment soothe the sense of pain,          And teach a breaking hear to throb no more? And you, Aruna! in the vale below, [Note:] SONNET V. Line 9. Aruna! The river Arun.          As to the sea your limpid waves you bear, Can you one kind Leathean cup bestow,          To drink a long oblivion to my care? Ah! no! when all, e`en Hope's last ray is gone, There's no oblivion but in death alone!  contents   |   previous   |   next		HOME INTRODUCTION