Sonnet LVI. To A Timid Young Lady, Distressed By The Attentions Of An Amiable, And Accepted Lover.

"[1]From Possibility's dim chaos sprung,         High o'er its gloom the Arostatic Power         Arose! - Exulting Nations hail'd the hour,"

"Time, and thy charms, thou fanciest will redeem         Yon aweless Libertine from rooted vice.         Misleading thought! has he not paid the"

"All is not right with him, who ill sustains         Retirement's silent hours. - Himself he flies,         Perchance from that insipid equipois"

"O partial MEMORY! Years, that fled too fast,         From thee in more than pristine beauty rise,         Forgotten all the transient tears and"

"(In Four Books.) With eager search to dart the soul, Curiously vain, from pole to pole, And from the planets' wandering spheres To extort the number o"

"POETS, like lawful monarchs, ruled the stage, Till critics, like damn'd Whigs, debauch'd our age. Mark how they jump: critics would regulate Our theat"