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| + | Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,<br> | ||
| + | Mindless of its just honours; with this key<br> | ||
| + | Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody<br> | ||
| + | Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound;<br> | ||
| + | A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound;<br> | ||
| + | With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief;<br> | ||
| + | The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf<br> | ||
| + | Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned<br> | ||
| + | His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp,<br> | ||
| + | It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land<br> | ||
| + | To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp<br> | ||
| + | Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand<br> | ||
| + | The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew<br> | ||
| + | Soul-animating strains--alas, too few!<br> | ||
| + | ==Critical Edition== | ||
| + | William Wordsworth. "Scorn Not the Sonnet [1827]." ''Last Poems 1821-1850''. Ed. Jared Curtis. Ithaca, London: Cornell University Press, 1999. 82. | ||
| + | ==Further Reading== | ||
| + | *Jackson, Geoffrey (ed.). Sonnet Series and Itinerary Poems, 1820-1845 by William Wordsworth. Ithaca, NY: Cornell UP, 2004. | ||
| + | ==External Links== | ||
| + | *[http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/2363.html Representative Poetry Online at University of Toronto] | ||
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Latest revision as of 14:05, 8 April 2008
Text
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody
Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound;
A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound;
With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief;
The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf
Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned
His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp,
It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land
To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains--alas, too few!
Critical Edition
William Wordsworth. "Scorn Not the Sonnet [1827]." Last Poems 1821-1850. Ed. Jared Curtis. Ithaca, London: Cornell University Press, 1999. 82.
Further Reading
- Jackson, Geoffrey (ed.). Sonnet Series and Itinerary Poems, 1820-1845 by William Wordsworth. Ithaca, NY: Cornell UP, 2004.
