Note 1. This sonnet, though containing several commonplace expressions, has been justly admired, both for its language in other respects, and for the truthfulness of its feeling. But the author would have given it an additional grace, if he had written a companion sonnet, informing us what verse it was that set the first lines of it flowing; to wit, his father’s,—another Thomas Warton, also—like himself—Professor of Poetry at Oxford, and worthy estimator of a student’s modest apartments. The main thought in the two poems is not the same, but there is a similar impression of contrast and contentment, and the father’s exordium in particular was evidently in the mind of the son. The effusion of the elder Warton is so pleasing, and records a feeling with which so many persons can sympathize, that although its power is but on a par with the unambitiousness of the subject, I think the reader will not be sorry to have it repeated.
VERSES WRITTEN AFTER SEEING WINDSOR CASTLE
“From beauteous Windsor’s high and storied halls,
Where Edward’s chiefs start from the glowing walls,
