Poetry of Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
born 1770, died 1850

Scorn Not The Sonnet

Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody
Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound;
A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound;
With it Camöens soothed an exil's grief;
The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf
Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned
His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp,
It cheered mild Spencer, called from Feary-land
To struggle through dark ways; and, when a damp
Fell round the path to Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
Soul-animating strains - alas, too few!

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