SONNET [29] XXIX. To Miss C****. On being desired to attempt writing a Comedy. Charlotte Smith (née Turner) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. N22357 Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806. Elegiac sonnets, and other poems. By Charlotte Smith. The first Worcester edition, from the sixth London edition, with additions. Printed at Worcester [Mass.] by Isaiah Thomas, sold by him in Worcester, and by said Thomas and Andrews in Boston 1795 p. 49. xix,[2],22-126,[2]p.,[5] leaves of plates: ill.; 15 cm. (12mo)

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SONNET [ 29 ] XXIX . To Miss C**** . On being desired to attempt writing a Comedy . WOULD'ST thou then have me tempt the comic scene Of gay Thalia ? Us'd so long to tread The gloomy paths of Sorrow's cypress shade ; And the lorn lay , with sighs and tears to stain ! Alas ! how much unfit her sprightly vein ! Arduous to try ! — and seek the sunny mead , And bow'rs of roses , where she loves to lead The sportive subjects of her golden reign ! Enough for me , if still , to soothe my days , Her fair and pensive sister condescend , With tearful smile , to bless my simple lays ; Enough , if her soft notes she sometimes lend , To gain for me , of feeling hearts the praise , And chiefly thine , my ever partial friend !