CORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. ENGLISH SONNETS. EASTER MORNING. OST glorious Lord of life! that, on this day, This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin; And grant that we, for whom Thou diddest die, Being with thy dear blood clean washed from sin, And that thy love we weighing worthily, May likewise love Thee for the same again; So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought; |