https://sonett.fontane-place.de/ Sat, 27 Jun 2026 05:51:19 +0000 MyBB https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15274 Mon, 11 Jun 2007 12:55:25 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15274 on a Stanza in her Address to Myra

Thy “bosom bankrupt,” fair Peru divine,
Of every mental gem, that e’er has shone,
In dazzled Fancy’s intellectual mine,
Or ever spangled Virtue’s radiant zone!

Thy “bosom bankrupt” ! – Nature, sooner far,
Shall roll, exhausted, flowerless springs away,
Leave the broad eye of noon without a ray,
And strip the path to heaven of every star.

Thy “bosom bankrupt” ! – Ah! those sorrows cease
Which taught us how to weep, and how admire;
The tear that falls to soothe thy wounded peace,
With rapture glistens o’er thy matchless lyre.

Ind and Golconda, in one firm combined,
Shall sooner bankrupt than Philenia’s mind.]]> on a Stanza in her Address to Myra

Thy “bosom bankrupt,” fair Peru divine,
Of every mental gem, that e’er has shone,
In dazzled Fancy’s intellectual mine,
Or ever spangled Virtue’s radiant zone!

Thy “bosom bankrupt” ! – Nature, sooner far,
Shall roll, exhausted, flowerless springs away,
Leave the broad eye of noon without a ray,
And strip the path to heaven of every star.

Thy “bosom bankrupt” ! – Ah! those sorrows cease
Which taught us how to weep, and how admire;
The tear that falls to soothe thy wounded peace,
With rapture glistens o’er thy matchless lyre.

Ind and Golconda, in one firm combined,
Shall sooner bankrupt than Philenia’s mind.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15273 Mon, 11 Jun 2007 12:54:41 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15273 on her Ode to Fancy.

Say, child of Phoebus and the eldest Grace
Whose lyre melodious, and enchanting face,
The blended title of thy birth proclaim;
say, lovely Naiad of Castalia’s streams,

Why thus thy Muse on Fiction’s pillow dreams,
And fondly wooes the rainbow-mantled Dame?
When stern Misfortune, with her Gorgon frown,
Congeals the fairy face of Bliss to stone,

Hope to the horns of Fancy’s altar flies;
But what gay nun would seek asylum there,
When Beauty, Love, and Fortune crown the fair,
And hymen’s temple greets her raptured eyes?

Then haste, sweet Nymph, to bless the ardent youth;
Then, Fancy, “blush to be excelled by Truth.”]]> on her Ode to Fancy.

Say, child of Phoebus and the eldest Grace
Whose lyre melodious, and enchanting face,
The blended title of thy birth proclaim;
say, lovely Naiad of Castalia’s streams,

Why thus thy Muse on Fiction’s pillow dreams,
And fondly wooes the rainbow-mantled Dame?
When stern Misfortune, with her Gorgon frown,
Congeals the fairy face of Bliss to stone,

Hope to the horns of Fancy’s altar flies;
But what gay nun would seek asylum there,
When Beauty, Love, and Fortune crown the fair,
And hymen’s temple greets her raptured eyes?

Then haste, sweet Nymph, to bless the ardent youth;
Then, Fancy, “blush to be excelled by Truth.”]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15272 Mon, 11 Jun 2007 12:54:02 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15272
Haste, Zepyr, fly, and waft to Anna’s ear
This bosom echo, - ‘t is my heart’s reply;
Say, to her notes I listened with a tear,
And caught the sweet contagion of a “sigh.”

But ah! that “last adieu!” oh! stern request!
Cold, as those tides of vital ice that roll
Through the chilled channels of her maiden breast,
When prudish sanctity congeals the soul.

O’er Fancy’s fairy lawn no more we rove;
No more, in Rhyme’s imperious hood arrayed,
Hold airy converse in the Muse’s grove,
While you a shadow seemed, and I a shade.

For know, Menander can thy features trace,
Nor more thy verse admire than idolize thy face.]]>
Haste, Zepyr, fly, and waft to Anna’s ear
This bosom echo, - ‘t is my heart’s reply;
Say, to her notes I listened with a tear,
And caught the sweet contagion of a “sigh.”

But ah! that “last adieu!” oh! stern request!
Cold, as those tides of vital ice that roll
Through the chilled channels of her maiden breast,
When prudish sanctity congeals the soul.

O’er Fancy’s fairy lawn no more we rove;
No more, in Rhyme’s imperious hood arrayed,
Hold airy converse in the Muse’s grove,
While you a shadow seemed, and I a shade.

For know, Menander can thy features trace,
Nor more thy verse admire than idolize thy face.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15271 Mon, 11 Jun 2007 12:53:24 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15271
Pathetic chantress! Nature’s feeling child!
Thou, like thy parent, rul’st a varied sphere,
Where judgment ripens, fancy blossoms wild;
Thy page the landscape, and thy mind the year.

Oft in the rainbow’s heaven-enchasing beams,
Thy hand, sweet limner, many a pencil dips;
And oft receive Piera’s sacred streams
New inspiration from Belinda’s lips.

Pure, as the bosom of the virgin rose,
Blooms the rich verdure of a heart sincere;
And e’en Belinda’s smile more radiant glows,
Through the clear mirror of a pearly tear.

But ah! her lyre in hushed oblivion sleeps,
While Edwin mourns, and all Parnassus weeps!]]>
Pathetic chantress! Nature’s feeling child!
Thou, like thy parent, rul’st a varied sphere,
Where judgment ripens, fancy blossoms wild;
Thy page the landscape, and thy mind the year.

Oft in the rainbow’s heaven-enchasing beams,
Thy hand, sweet limner, many a pencil dips;
And oft receive Piera’s sacred streams
New inspiration from Belinda’s lips.

Pure, as the bosom of the virgin rose,
Blooms the rich verdure of a heart sincere;
And e’en Belinda’s smile more radiant glows,
Through the clear mirror of a pearly tear.

But ah! her lyre in hushed oblivion sleeps,
While Edwin mourns, and all Parnassus weeps!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15270 Mon, 11 Jun 2007 12:52:51 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15270 Inscribed to the Memory of M. M. Hays, Esq.

Here sleep'st thou, Man of Soul! Thy spirit flown,
How dark and tenantless its desert clay!
Cold is that heart, which throbbed at sorrow's moan,
Untuned that tongue that charmed the social day.

Where now the Wit, by generous roughness graced?
Or Friendship's accent, kindling as it fell?
Or Bounty's stealing foot, whose step untraced
Had watched pale Want, and stored her famished cell?

Alas! 'tis all thou art! whose vigorous mind,
Inspiring Force to Truth and Feeling gave,
Whose rich resources equal power combined,
The gay to brighten, and instruct the grave!

Farewell! Adieu! Sweet peace thy vigils keep;
For Pilgrim Virtue sojourns here to weep.]]> Inscribed to the Memory of M. M. Hays, Esq.

Here sleep'st thou, Man of Soul! Thy spirit flown,
How dark and tenantless its desert clay!
Cold is that heart, which throbbed at sorrow's moan,
Untuned that tongue that charmed the social day.

Where now the Wit, by generous roughness graced?
Or Friendship's accent, kindling as it fell?
Or Bounty's stealing foot, whose step untraced
Had watched pale Want, and stored her famished cell?

Alas! 'tis all thou art! whose vigorous mind,
Inspiring Force to Truth and Feeling gave,
Whose rich resources equal power combined,
The gay to brighten, and instruct the grave!

Farewell! Adieu! Sweet peace thy vigils keep;
For Pilgrim Virtue sojourns here to weep.]]>