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HASTINGS' SONNETS: 8, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: But in this rural life, mid nature's forms
Last Line: Perchance they form the sunshine of the day!
Subject(s): Hastings, Henry (1551-1650)


But in this rural life, mid nature's forms
Of grandeur and of beauty, why assume
That Harry Hastings had no inward joy
Of sentiment, and conscience-cherish'd thought?
When splendour of internal structure warms
The bosom's lighted mirrors, which allume
The soul's recesses, spirits then employ
Their skill in webs with mingled figures wrought.
Part from within of heavenly elements,
They add to what external sense supplies;
Then mind and conscience give their pure assents,
And airy shapes start up, and visions rise;
And though the fancies pass unspelt away,
Perchance they form the sunshine of the day!





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