2008年08月31日

SONNET TO SAMUEL ROGERS, ESQ.

SONNET TO SAMUEL ROGERS, ESQ.

ROGERS! much honour'd howsoe'er assail'd
By wanton ignorance or ribald mirth,
Thy dwelling as a temple has been hail'd
Sacred to art, to genius, and to worth,
Thyself the high priest. Star and coronet
Are mated there with blushing merit; there
The frost-nipp'd bud of talent oft hath met
The warmth that nursed it till its fruit it bare.
None more than thou have true desert extoll'd,
None more than thou have scorn'd the heartless proud.
How many sufferers hast thou consoled
All silently! Nor need they speak aloud,
In hopes to shame the wretch condemn'd to carve
Food for foul stomachs, or himself to starve.

'A name only utter'd with curses or jears;'
Or,
'A wretch never named but with curses or jears.'
"Spoke," adds his Lordship. is not "grammar, except in the House of Commons."--P. R.



底本:
The complete works of lord Byron ... - Google ブック検索


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