Poem by John Codrington Bampfylde

Sonnet to the Redbreast

WHEN that the fields put on their gay attire,
Thou silent sitt'st near brake or river's brim,
Whilst the gay thrush sings loud from covert dim;
But when pale Winter lights the social fire,
And meads with slime are sprent, and ways with mire,
Thou charm'st us with thy soft and solemn hymn
From battlement, or barn, or haystack trim;
And now not seldom tunest, as if for hire,
Thy thrilling pipe to me, waiting to catch
The pittance due to thy well-warbled song:
Sweet bird! sing on; for oft near lonely hatch,
Like thee, myself have pleased the rustic throng,
And oft for entrance, 'neath the peaceful thatch,
Full many a tale have told, a ditty long.

1. Sonnet. To Mr. Warton, on Reading His History of English Poetry
2. Sonnet. On Having Dined at Trinity College, Oxford
3. Sonnet. To the Evening
4. Sonnet. On a Stormy Sea - Prospect
5. Sonnet. On a Calm Sea - Prospect

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