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To.
To things the fairest in this world
Our Bards have likened thee, dear Maid, –
A bright Ship, all her sails unfurled,
And gliding on with motion staid,
Gliding through a sun-lit breeze
Upon the wide plain of the ocean,
Erect, yet with a graceful ease;
While all around no visible motion
Breaks that wide surface calm and grey
As an untroubled sky at dawn of day.
Thou hast been styled the lily flower,
That cherished Lily of the Nile.
Transplanted from its native bower
To expand before thy loving smile
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[Page f.52r "Imitation of Horace, Book 2, Oct. 16th."]
[Page f.52v "Cont'd."]
[Page f.53r "Cont'd." Pasted to p.53r "Coniston Lake. Sonnet. Dedicated to Miss Wordsworth." Dated Sept. 1833 and signed "The Ancient Mariner"]
[Pasted to 54r “In a small town no matter where!” Dated Ramsey Dec. 1833 and signed “The Ancient Mariner”]
[Page f.53v "Copied from the Newcastle Journal of Saturday March 15th 1834."]
[Pasted to Page f.53v "Poet’s Corner – Sonnet. On Hearing of the Recovery of the Rev. Dr. Wordsworth, Master of Trinity College, Cambridge from an Alarming Illness."]
