{"id":31,"date":"2013-05-25T16:16:00","date_gmt":"2013-05-25T15:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/2013\/05\/25\/sonnet-mind-to-charles-swain\/"},"modified":"2013-05-25T16:16:00","modified_gmt":"2013-05-25T15:16:00","slug":"sonnet-mind-to-charles-swain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/2013\/05\/25\/sonnet-mind-to-charles-swain\/","title":{"rendered":"Sonnet [Mind] (To Charles Swain)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>Sonnet [Mind]&nbsp;<\/b><br \/>\n<i>To Charles Swain, Esq of Cheetwood Priory,<\/p>\n<table cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" style=\"float: right;margin-left: 1em;text-align: right\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-IBUXW6mT-Sg\/UaDiQQy9vWI\/AAAAAAAAB0Q\/yZ8Uv2ApDNE\/s1600\/220px-Charles_Swain_by_William_Bradley.jpg\" style=\"clear: right;margin-bottom: 1em;margin-left: auto;margin-right: auto\"><img decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-IBUXW6mT-Sg\/UaDiQQy9vWI\/AAAAAAAAB0Q\/yZ8Uv2ApDNE\/s1600\/220px-Charles_Swain_by_William_Bradley.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center\">Charles Swain<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p><\/i><br \/>\n<i>Manchester on receiving a presentation of<\/i><br \/>\n<i>his \u201cMind and other poems\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n<p>The beauties of thy Mind I much admire,<br \/>\nFriend of the muses, heaven-inspired!<br \/>\nLong may thy heart be warm\u2019d with holy fire,<br \/>\nAnd such soul-soothing strains burst from thy lyre,<br \/>\nTo cheer their drooping spirits who complain 5<br \/>\nOf num\u2019rous ills on this abus\u00e9d globe,<br \/>\nWhere man delights to mar the beautiful,<br \/>\nTo curse his fellows whom he ought to bless,<br \/>\nTo laugh and mock at Love and Gentleness,<br \/>\nAn e\u2019en the olive branch of Peace to pull, 10<br \/>\nThat Hate, and Strife, and Jealousy, and War,<br \/>\nMay bow each neck to Misery\u2019s iron car:<br \/>\nBut such sweet sounds peal from thy gentle lute,<br \/>\nAs bid the discord of the soul be mute.<\/p>\n<p>Stokesley &#8211; <b>George Markham Tweddell.<\/b><br \/>\n[p. 226 \u2013 published in Tweddell\u2019s Yorkshire Miscellany,<br \/>\nOctober 1845]<br \/>\n28<\/p>\n<p>This may be an updated version of the same poem published in Tweddell&#8217;s <i>Tractates<\/i> 1887 (the first version was 1845) and occasioned by the death of Charles Swain.<\/p>\n<p>Tractates No. 29<br \/>\nNorth of England Sonnets, Fourth Series (1887)<br \/>\nDEDICATED TO<br \/>\n<i>The ever-treasured Memory of my beloved old Friend,<\/i><br \/>\n<i>who lived Poetry as well as he wrote it.<\/i><br \/>\n<b>Charles Swain<\/b><br \/>\n<i>(Born in Ancoats, Manchester, January 4th, 1803; Died at this pleasant<\/i><br \/>\n<i>Residence in Prestwick Park, near that City, September 23rd, 1874.)<\/i><br \/>\n<i><br \/><\/i><br \/>\nThe many-beautied Mind all must admire,<br \/>\nFriend of the Muses, Heaven-inspired SWAIN!<br \/>\nThy heart was truly warm\u2019d with holy fire,<br \/>\nAnd fine soul-soothing strains burst from thy lyre,<br \/>\nTo cheer their drooping spirits who complain 5<br \/>\nOf numerous ills on this abused globe,\u2014<br \/>\nWhere man delights to mar the beautiful\u2014<br \/>\nTo curse his fellows, whom he ought to bless\u2014<br \/>\nTo laugh and mock at Love and Gentleness,<br \/>\nAnd e\u2019en the olive-branch from Peace to pull; 10<br \/>\nThat Hate, and Strife, and Jealousy, and War,<br \/>\nMay bow each neck to Misery\u2019s iron car:<br \/>\nBut the sweet sounds struck from SWAIN\u2019s gentle lute<br \/>\nAll bid the discord of the soul be mute.<\/p>\n<p>Rose Cottage, Stokesley <b>George Markham Tweddell<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Tweddell published Charles Swain in his Yorkshire Miscellany and North of English Tractates and i think his early newspaper The Cleveland News and Stokesley Reporter.<\/p>\n<p>From Wiki &#8211; Read more here &#8211;&nbsp;<a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Charles_Swain_(poet)\">http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Charles_Swain_(poet)<\/a><b>Charles Swain<\/b> (4 January 1801 \u2013 22 September 1874) was an English poet, sometimes called \u201cthe Manchester poet,\u201d&nbsp;which epithet refers to his birthplace. He worked in a dye house for a time, and then in an engraving and lithography enterprise which he eventually purchased and ran until his death. He became honorary professor of poetry at the Manchester Royal Institution, and in 1856 was granted a civil list pension. His friends included <b>Robert Southey<\/b>.&nbsp;Swain&#8217;s epitaph for John Horsefield is noted by&nbsp;English Heritage as an element of their rationale for listing Horsefield&#8217;s tomb as a Grade II monument.<\/p>\n<div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\nRead online or download free Charles Swain&#8217;s Mind and other Poems here &#8211;&nbsp;<a href=\"http:\/\/archive.org\/details\/mindandotherpoe00swaigoog\">http:\/\/archive.org\/details\/mindandotherpoe00swaigoog<\/a><\/div>\n<div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sonnet [Mind]&nbsp; To Charles Swain, Esq of Cheetwood Priory, Charles Swain Manchester on receiving a presentation of his \u201cMind and other poems\u201d The beauties of thy Mind I much admire, Friend of the muses, heaven-inspired! Long may thy heart be warm\u2019d with holy fire, And such soul-soothing strains burst from thy lyre, To cheer their [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}