LINESUPON THE REV. MR. C——’S IMPROMPTU COMPOSITIONSOF SOME OF BOWLES’S SONNETS.No sweeter verse did e’er inspireA kindred Muse with all its fire;Nor sweeter strains could Music lend,To sooth the sorrows of her friend.Associate Genius bids them flowWith sounds that give a charm to woe;We weep as tho’ it were our own,As if our hearts were play’d upon.
No sweeter verse did e’er inspireA kindred Muse with all its fire;Nor sweeter strains could Music lend,To sooth the sorrows of her friend.Associate Genius bids them flowWith sounds that give a charm to woe;We weep as tho’ it were our own,As if our hearts were play’d upon.