ONE HUNDRED SONNETS; BY HENRY FRANK LOTT. "If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven, WORDSWORTH. LONDON: WILLOUGHBY AND CO., WARWICK LANE, AND SMITHFIELD. 1851. 280. x.411. I. DEDICATION, TO MY MOTHER. To thee, who, fonder than all else beside, These trifling flowers of song I dedicate, In filial duty, and in manly pride: Of public favour, granted or denied, I've neither hope nor fear-for still elate Our land abounds with, for I have no need; Consoling to thine age, I have my meed. |