Ban goc (Tiếng Anh)

SONNET.   With wayworn feet a Pilgrim woe-begone     Life's upward road I journeyed many a day,     And hymning many a sad yet soothing lay   Beguil'd my wandering with the charms of song.     Lonely my heart and rugged was my way,   Yet often pluck'd I as I past along     The wild and simple flowers of Poesy,   And as beseem'd the wayward Fancy's child     Entwin'd each random weed that pleas'd mine eye.   Accept the wreath, BELOVED! it is wild     And rudely ga