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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!
Fame tells of groves—from England far away—
For I have heard the quire of Richmond hill
A PARSONAGE IN OXFORDSHIRE.
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends,
And neighbours rest together, here confound Their several features, mingled like the sound Of many waters, or as evening blends
1 Wallachia is the country alluded to.
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.
COMPOSED AMONG THE EUINS 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 Of Destiny, upon these wounds hath laid 5 His lenient touches, soft as light that falls, From the wan Moon, upon the towers and walls, Light deepening the profoundest sleep of shade. Relic of Kings! Wreck of forgotten wars, To winds abandoned and the prying stars, 10 Time loves Thee! at his call the Seasons twine Luxuriant wreaths around thy forehead hoar; And, though past pomp no changes can restore, A soothing recompense, his gift, is thine',
Composed in the Grounds of Plass Newidd, near
A Stream, to mingle with your favourite Dee, Along the Vale Op Meditation ' flows;
1 Glyn Myrvr.
So styled by those fierce Britons, pleased to
see In Nature's face the expression of repose; Or haply there some pious hermit chose 5
To live and die, the peace of heaven his aim;
tongue, In ours, the Vale Of Friendship, let this
Be named; where, faithful to a low-roofed Cot,
TO THE TORRENT AT THE DEVIL'S BRIDGE, NORTH WALES, 1824.
How art thou named? In search of what
strange land, Prom 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, 1 o
In pomp that fades not; everlasting snows;
And skies that ne'er relinquish their repose;
Wild Redbreast! hadst thou at Jemima's lip
say, A half-blown rose had tempted thee to sip Its glistening dews; but hallowed is the clay Which the Muse warms; and I, whose head is
Am not unworthy of thy fellowship;
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian isle
Disperse the tear, or to the sigh give vent,
While Anna's peers and early playmates tread,
led; Her doom it is to press a weary bed— 5
Till oft her guardian Angel, to some charge More urgent called, will stretch his wings at
large, And friends too rarely prop the languid head. Yet, helped by Genius—untired comforter, The presence even of a stuffed Owl for her 10' Can cheat the time; sending her fancy out To ivied castles and to moonlight skies, Though he can neither stir a plume, nor shout; Nor veil, with restless film, his staring eyes.
TO THE CUCKOO.
Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard When sunshine follows shower, the breast can
thrill Like the first summons, Cuckoo! of thy bill, With its twin notes inseparably paired. The captive 'mid damp vaults unsunned,