Sonnets. XII

"My lids with grief were tumid yet,     And still my sullied cheek was wet     With briny dews profusely shed     For venerable Winton dead,2"

"Thus they in lowliest plight repentant stood     Praying, for from the Mercie-seat above     Prevenient Grace descending had removd     The st"

"Hail native Language, that by sinews weak     Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak,     And mad'st imperfect words with childish tri"

"Angelus unicuique suus (sic credite gentes) Obtigit aethereis ales ab ordinibus. Quid mirum? Leonora tibi si gloria major, Nam tua praesentem vox sona"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"