Or, where tears flow not, sigh succeeding sigh, 10 Yield to such after-thought the sole reply Which justly it can claim. The Nation hears In this deep knell, silent for threescore years An unexampled voice of awful memory! 1820. VI. JUNE, 1820. FAME tells of groves-from England far away- 5 ΙΟ Strains that recalled to mind a distant day; When, haply under shade of that same wood, And scarcely conscious of the dashing oars Plied steadily between those willowy shores, The sweet-souled Poet of the Seasons stood— Listening, and listening long, in rapturous mood, Ye heavenly Birds! to your Progenitors. VII. A PARSONAGE IN OXFORDSHIRE. WHERE holy ground begins, unhallowed ends, And neighbours rest together, here confound 1 Wallachia is the country alluded to. 5 With shady night. Soft airs, from shrub and flower, Waft fragrant greetings to each silent grave; 10 And while those lofty poplars gently wave Their tops, between them comes and goes a sky Bright as the glimpses of eternity, To saints accorded in their mortal hour. 1820. VIII. COMPOSED AMONG THE RUINS OF A CASTLE IN NORTH WALES. THROUGH shattered galleries, 'mid roofless halls, Wandering with timid footsteps oft betrayed, The Stranger sighs, nor scruples to upbraid Old Time, though he, gentlest among the Thralls 5 Of Destiny, upon these wounds hath laid 1824. IO IX. TO THE LADY E. B. AND THE HON. MISS P. Composed in the Grounds of Plass Newidd, near Llangollen, 1824. A STREAM, to mingle with your favourite Dee, Along the VALE OF MEDITATION1 flows; 1 Glyn Myrvr. So styled by those fierce Britons, pleased to see 5 In Nature's face the expression of repose; tongue, In ours, the VALE OF FRIENDSHIP, let this spot ΙΟ Be named; where, faithful to a low-roofed Cot, 1824. X. TO THE TORRENT AT THE DEVIL'S BRIDGE, NORTH WALES, 1824. How art thou named? In search of what strange land, From what huge height, descending? Can such force Of waters issue from a British source, Or hath not Pindus fed thee, where the band Of Patriots scoop their freedom out, with hand 5 Desperate as thine? Or come the incessant shocks From that young Stream, that smites the throbbing rocks, Of Viamala ? There I seem to stand, As in life's morn; permitted to behold, From the dread chasm, woods climbing above woods, In pomp that fades not; everlasting snows; ΙΟ And skies that ne'er relinquish their repose; XI. IN THE WOODS OF RYDAL. 1824. WILD Redbreast! hadst thou at Jemima's lip Pecked, as at mine, thus boldly, Love might say, A half-blown rose had tempted thee to sip grey, 5 Am not unworthy of thy fellowship; And rolls the planets through the blue profound; XII. 1827. (?) WHEN Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle move, 5 Griefs to allay which Reason cannot heal; XIII. WHILE Anna's peers and early playmates tread, In freedom, mountain-turf and river's marge; Or float with music in the festal barge; Rein the proud steed, or through the dance are led; 5 Her doom it is to press a weary bed— 10 And friends too rarely prop the languid head. XIV. TO THE CUCKOO. Nor the whole warbling grove in concert heard When sunshine follows shower, the breast can thrill Like the first summons, Cuckoo! of thy bill, unaired, 5 |