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Triumphant.—Inundation wide and deep, 9
A Dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew,
stars Slept amid that lone Camp on Hardknot's
height,2 1 o
Whose Guardians bent the knee to Jove and
Mars: Or near that mystic Round of Druid frame Tardily sinking by its proper weight Deep into patient Earth, from whose smooth.
breast it came!
Sacred Religion !" mother of form and fear," Dread arbitress of mutable respect,
1 See Humboldt's Personal Narrative.
2 See Note.
New rites ordaining when the old are wrecked, Or cease to please the fickle worshipper; Mother of Love! (that name best suits thee
Mother of Love! for this deep vale protect
When this low Pile ' a Gospel Teacher knew,
drew; And tender Goldsmith crowned with deathless
My frame hath often trembled with delight
flood Of yon pure waters, from their aery height Hurrying, with lordly Duddon to unite; 5
Who, 'mid a world of images imprest
More lulling than the busy hum of Noon,
1 See Note.
THE PLAIN OF DONNERDALE.
The old inventive Poets, had they seen,
Or rather felt, the entrancement that detains
Thy waters, Duddon! 'mid these flowery plains;
The still repose, the liquid lapse serene,
Transferred to bowers imperishably green, 5
Had beautified Elysium! But these chains
Will soon be broken ;—a rough course remains,
Kough as the past; where Thou, of placid mien.
Innocuous as a firstling of the flock,
And countenanced like a soft cerulean sky, 10
Shalt change thy temper; and, with many a
Whence that low voice ?—A whisper from the
heart, That told of days long past, when here I
roved With friends and kindred tenderly beloved; Some who had early mandates to depart, Yet are allowed to steal my path athwart 5
By Duddon's side; once more do we unite, Once more beneath the kind Earth's tranquil
light; And smothered joys into new being start. From her unworthy seat, the cloudy stall Of Time, breaks forth triumphant Memory; 10 Her glistening tresses bound, yet light and
As golden locks of birch, that rise and fall
A Love-lorn Maid, at some far-distant time, Came to this hidden pool, whose depths
surpass In crystal clearness Dian's looking-glass; And, gazing, saw that Rose, which from the
prime Derives its name, reflected as the chime 5
Of echo doth reverberate some sweet sound: The starry treasure from the blue profound She longed to ravish;—shall she plunge, or
climb The humid precipice, and seize the guest Of April, smiling high in upper air? 10
Desperate alternative! what fiend could dare To prompt the thought ?—Upon the steep rock's
Sad thoughts, avaunt!—partake we their blithe
cheer Who gathered in betimes the unshorn flock To wash the fleece, where haply bands of rock, Checking the stream, make a pool smooth
and clear As this we look on. Distant Mountains hear, 5 Hear and repeat, the turmoil that unites
Clamour of boys with innocent despites
Of barking dogs, and bleatings from strange
fear. And what if Duddon's spotless flood receive Unwelcome mixtures as the uncouth noise 10 Thickens, the pastoral River will forgive Such wrong; nor need we blame the licensed
joys, Though false to Nature's quiet equipoise: Frank are the sports, the stains are fugitive.
Mid-noon is past;—upon the sultry mead
Tempting recess as ever pilgrim chose,
Be loth that we should breathe awhile exempt
tempt Loose Idless to forego her wily mask.
Methinks 'twere no unprecedented feat