SONNET I. YE hasten to the dead! What seek ye there, Of the idle brain, which the world's livery wear? Thou vainly curious mind which wouldest guess With such swift feet life's green and pleasant path, A refuge in the cavern of grey death? Oh heart, and mind, and thoughts! What thing do you. SONNET II. POLITICAL GREATNESS. NOR happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts, SONNET III. ALAS! good friend, what profit can you see SONNET IV. LIFT not the painted veil which those who live With colours idly spread :-behind, lurk Fear I knew one who lifted it-he sought, For his lost heart was tender, things to love |