<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537828" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet III. Canzone. (Translated From Milton)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They mock my toil--the nymphs and am'rous swains--<br>And whence this fond attempt to write, they cry,<br>Love-songs in language that thou little know'st?<br>How dar'st thou risque to sing these foreign strains?<br>Say truly. Find'st not oft thy purpose cross'd,<br>And that thy fairest flow'rs, Here, fade and die?<br>Then with pretence of admiration high--<br>Thee other shores expect, and other tides,<br>Rivers on whose grassy sides<br>Her deathless laurel-leaf with which to bind <br>Thy flowing locks, already Fame provides;<br>Why then this burthen, better far declin'd?<br>Speak, Canzone! for me.--The Fair One said who guides<br>My willing heart, and all my Fancy's flights,<br>'This is the language in which Love delights.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537828" data-title="Sonnet III. Canzone. (Translated From Milton) de William Cowper" data-description="They mock my toil--the nymphs and am'rous swains-- And whence this fond attempt to write, they cry, Love-songs in language that thou little know'st? How dar'st thou risque to sing these foreign strains? Say truly. Find'st not oft thy purpose cross..."></div> </div> </div>

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