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Of the fierce wind, while mid-day lightnings

prowl Insidiously, untimely thunders growl; 5

While trees, dim-seen, in frenzied numbers,

tear The lingering remnant of their yellow hair, And shivering wolves, surprised with darkness,

howl As if the sun were not. He raised his eye Soul-smitten; for, that instant did appear 10 Large space (mid dreadful clouds) of purest sky, An azure disc—shield of Tranquillity; Invisible, unlooked-for, minister Of providential goodness ever nigh!

Feb. 1819.


Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and

white as they But hardier far, once more I see thee bend Thy forehead as if fearful to offend, Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops,

way-lay 5

The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed

Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing 10
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of

And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

1819. (?)



With a selection from the Poems of Anne, Countess of Winchilsea; and extracts of similar character from other Writers; transcribed by a female friend.

Lady! I rifled a Parnassian Cave

(But seldom trod) of mildly-gleaming ore;

And culled, from sundry beds, a lucid store

Of genuine crystals, pure as those that pave

The azure brooks, where Dian joys to lave 5

Her spotless limbs; and ventured to explore

Dim shades—for reliques, upon Lethe's shore,

Cast up at random by the sullen wave.

To female hands the treasures were resigned;

And lo this Work!—a grotto bright and clear 10

From stain or taint; in which thy blameless

mind May feed on thoughts though pensive not

austere; Or, if thy deeper spirit be inclined To holy musing, it may enter here.

1820. (?)


Lady! the songs of Spring were in the grove
While I was shaping beds for winter flowers;
While I was planting green unfading bowers,
And shrubs—to hang upon the warm alcove,
And sheltering wall; and still, as Fancy wove 5
The dream, to time and nature's blended powers
I gave this paradise for winter hours,
A labyrinth, Lady! which your feet shall rove.
Yes! when the sun of life more feebly shines,
Becoming thoughts, I trust, of solemn gloom 10
Or of high gladness you shall hither bring;

And these perennial bowers and murmuring

pines Be gracious as the music and the bloom And all the mighty ravishment of spring.



There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Which only Poets Tcnow ;—'t was rightly said;
Whom could the Muses else allure to tread
Their smoothest paths, to wear their lightest

When happiest Fancy has inspired the strains, 5
How oft the malice of one luckless word
Pursues the Enthusiast to the social board,
Haunts him belated on the silent plains!
Tet he repines not, if his thought stand clear,
At last, of hindrance and obscurity, 10

Fresh as the star that crowns the brow of morn;
Bright, speckless, as a softly-moulded tear
The moment it has left the virgin's eye,
Or rain-drop lingering on the pointed thorn.

1827. (?) XX.

The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said, "Bright is thy veil, O Moon, as thou art

bright!" Forthwith that little cloud, in ether spread And penetrated all with tender light, She cast away, and showed her fulgent head 5 Uncovered; dazzling the Beholder's sight As if to vindicate her beauty's right, Her beauty thoughtlessly disparaged. Meanwhile that veil, removed or thrown aside, Went floating from her, darkening as it went; 10 And a huge mass, to bury or to hide,

Approached this glory of the firmament; Who meekly vields, and is obscured—content With one calm triumph of a modest pride,

1815. (-.)


When haughty expeotations prostrate lie,
And grandeur crouches like a guilty thing,
Oft shall the lowly weak, till nature bring
Mature release, in fair society
Survive, and Fortune's utmost anger try; 5
Like these frail snow-drops that together cling,
And nod their helmets, smitten by the wing
Of many a furious whirl-blast sweeping by.
Observe the faithful flowers! if small to great
May lead the thoughts, thus struggling used to
stand 10

The Emathian phalanx, nobly obstinate;
And so the bright immortal Theban band,
Whom onset, fiercely urged at Jove's command,
Might overwhelm, but could not separate!

1820. (?)


Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!
Not dull art Thou as undiscerning Night;
But studious only to remove from sight
Day's mutable distinctions.—Ancient Power!
Thus did the waters gleam, the mountains

lower, 5

To the rude Briton, when, in wolf-skin vest
Here roving wild, he laid him down to rest
On the bare rock, or through a leafy bower
Looked ere his eyes were closed. By him was

seen The self-same Vision which we now behold, io At thy meek bidding, shadowy Power! brought

forth; These mighty barriers, and the gulf between; The flood, the stars,—a spectacle as old As the beginning of the heavens and earth!

1815. (?)


With how sad steps, 0 Moon, thou climb'st

the sky, "How silently, and with how wan a face!" Where art thou? Thou so often seen on high Running among the clouds a Wood-nymph's

race! Unhappy Nuns, whose common breath's a sigh 5 Which they would stifle, move at such a pace! The northern Wind, to call thee to the chase, Must blow to-night his bugle horn. Had I The power of Merlin, Goddess! this should be: And all the stars, fast as the clouds were riven, 10 Should sally forth, to keep thee company, Hurrying and sparkling through the clear blue

heaven; But, Cynthia! should to thee the palm be

given, Queen both for beauty and for majesty.

1806. (?)


Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress
Of a bedimming sleep, or as a lamp
Sullenly1 glaring through sepulchral damp,
So hums yon Taper 'mid a black recess
Of mountains, silent, dreary, motionless: 5
The lake below reflects it not; the sky
Muffled in clouds, affords no company

1 "Sullenly," edd. 1815, 1820, 1838. "Suddenly," ed.1. 1827—1849 (except 1838).—Ed.

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