Give Me A Cottage On Some Cambrian Wild [sonnet]

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Title:     Give Me A Cottage On Some Cambrian Wild [sonnet]
Author: Henry Kirk White [More Titles by White]

Give me a cottage on some Cambrian wild,
Where far from cities I may spend my days;
And, by the beauties of the scene beguiled,
May pity man's pursuits and shun his ways.
While on the rock I mark the browsing goat,
List to the mountain-torrent's distant noise,
Or the hoarse bittern's solitary note,
I shall not want the world's delusive joys;
But with my little scrip, my book, my lyre,
Shall think my lot complete, nor covet more;
And when, with time, shall wane the vital fire,
I'll raise my pillow on the desert shore,
And lay me down to rest where the wild wave
Shall make sweet music o'er my lonely grave.

[The end]
Henry Kirk White's poem: Give Me A Cottage On Some Cambrian Wild [sonnet]

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