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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!
TO A SNOW-DROP. 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
TO THE LADY MARY LOWTHER. 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.
TO LADY BEAUMONT. 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.
1807. ΧΙΧ. There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only Poets know ;—'t was rightly said ; Whom could the Muses else allure to tread Their smoothest paths, to wear their lightest
chains ? 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 ! Yet 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.
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 disparagèd. Meanwhile that veil, removed or thrown aside, Went floating from her, darkening as it went; 19 And a huge mass, to bury or to hide,
Approached this glory of the firmament;
XXI. 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 !
HAIL, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!
seen The self-same Vision which we now behold, 10
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. (?) XXIII. WITH how sad steps, O 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: Andallthe 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.
Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress
? “Sullenly,” edd. 1815, 1820, 1838. “Suddenly,” edd. 1827-1849 (except 1838). -ED.