SONNET [18] XVIII. To the Earl of Egremont.
18th Century Charlotte Smith EnglishSONNET [18] XVIII. To the Earl of Egremont.
WYNDHAM! 'tis not thy blood, tho' pure it runs Thro' a long line of glorious ancestry, Percys and Seymours, Britain's boasted sons, Who trust the honors of their race to thee:
'Tis not thy splendid domes, where science loves To touch the canvas, and the bust to raise; Thy rich domains, fair fields and spreading groves; 'Tis not all these the Muse delights to praise!
In birth, and wealth and honors, great thou art! But nobler, in thy independent mind; And in that liberal hand and feeling heart Giv'n thee by Heav'n — a blessing to mankind! Unworthy oft may titled fortune be; A soul like thine — is true Nobility!