Elegiac sonnets. Volume 2 of 2  contents   |   previous   |   next SONNET LXV. TO DR. PARRY OF BATH, WITH SOME BOTANIC DRAWINGS WHICH HAD BEEN MADE SOME YEARS. [Note:] SONNET LXV. To the excellent friend and Physician to whom these lines are addressed, I was obliged for the kindest attention, and for the recovery from one dangerous illness, of that beloved child whom a few months afterwards his skill and most unremitted and disinterested exertions could not save! IN happier hours, ere yet so keenly blew          Adversity's cold blight, and bitter storms,          Luxuriant Summer's evanescent forms, And Spring's soft blooms with pencil light I drew: But as the lovely family of flowers          Shrink from the bleakness of the Northern blast,          So fail from present care and sorrow past The flight botanic pencil's mimic powers — Nor will kind Fancy even by Memory's aid,          Her visionary garlands nor entwine; Yet while the wreaths of Hope and Pleasure fade,          Still is one flower of deathless blossom mine, That dares the lapse of Time, and Tempest rude, The unfading Amaranth of Gratitude.  contents   |   previous   |   next		HOME INTRODUCTION