To a Friend on his Marriage.... Imitation of an Italian Sonnet. Oн could my mind, unfolded in my page, H Enlighten climes and mould a future age; There as it glowed, with noblest frenzy fraught, Dispense the treasures of exalted thought; To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart, And bid the tear of emulation start! Oh could it still, thro' each succeeding year, My life, my manners, and my name endear; Still hold communion with the wise and just! a |