SONNET IX. To a FRIEND, on presenting him with a Volume of M.S.S. Poems. By WILLIAM CASE, Junr. To thee, who lov'st what Latian Poets sing, Fram'd oft as Fancy whisper'd in mine ear; Yet will the Donor's name the wreath endear.. SONNET X. Thou then art come again NECESSITY! Unwelcome visitor, to whom the door Must open, thou art come to me once more Inspirer of the needful rhyme, is he. And he must thank thee tor his Sonnet now. SONNET XI. Farewell my home, my home no longer now, R. SONNET XII. To W. L. Esq. while he sung a Song to Purcell's Music. While my young cheek retains its healthful hues My daily bread in tears and bitterness; With no beloved face by my bed-side To fix the last glance of my closing eye, O God! such strains breath'd by my angel guide Would make me pass the cup of anguish by, Mix with the blest, nor know that I had died! SONNET XIII. "Porlock, thy verdant vale so fair to sight, Thy woody glens, the traveller with delight Porlock, I also shall forget thee not, Here by the unwelcome summer rain confined, How here, a patient prisoner 'twas my lot Dull rhymes to pass the duller hours away. |