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Sonnet 53. The knell of Whitehead tolls!—his cares are past WRITTEN IN THE SPRING 1785 ON THE DEATH OF THE POET LAUREAT. The knell of Whitehead tolls!—his cares are past, The hapless tribute of his purchas'd lays, His servile, his Egyptian tasks of praise!— If not sublime his strains, Fame justly plac'd Their power above their work.—Now, with wide gaze Of much indignant wonder, she surveys To the life-labouring oar assiduous haste A glowing Bard, by every Muse embrac'd.— O, Warton! chosen Priest of Phœbus' choir! Shall thy rapt song be venal? hymn the Throne, Whether its edicts just applause inspire, Or Patriot Virtue view them with a frown? What needs for this the golden-stringed Lyre, The snowy Tunic, and the Sun-bright Zone[1]! 1: Ensigns of Apollo's Priesthood. Anna Seward's other poems:
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