Sonnet 75: He Found Her Not;--Yet Much The Poet Found

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Title:     Sonnet 75: He Found Her Not;--Yet Much The Poet Found
Author: Anna Seward [More Titles by Seward]

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He found her not;--yet much the POET found,
To swell Imagination's golden store,
On Arno's bank, and on that bloomy shore,
Warbling Parthenope; in the wide bound,
Where Rome's forlorn Campania stretches round
Her ruin'd towers and temples;--classic lore
Breathing sublimer spirit from the power
Of local consciousness.--Thrice happy wound,
Given by his sleeping graces, as the Fair
"Hung over them enamour'd," the desire
Thy fond result inspir'd, that wing'd him there,
Where breath'd each Roman and each Tuscan Lyre,
Might haply fan the emulative flame,
That rose o'er DANTE's song, and rival'd MARO's fame.

[The end]
Anna Seward's poem: Sonnet 75: He Found Her Not;--Yet Much The Poet Found

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