COMPOSED ON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPT. 3, 1802. ARTH has not anything to show more fair: A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. ROMAN ANTIQUITIES. OW profitless the relics that we cull, How Troubling the last holds of ambitious Rome, Unless they chasten fancies that presume Too high, or idle agitations lull! Of the world's flatteries if the brain be full, To have no seat for thought were better doom, Like this old helmet, or the eyeless skull Of him who gloried in its nodding plume. Obsolete lamps, whose light no time recalls; WEIGHT of awe, not easy to be borne, Fell suddenly upon my Spirit-cast From the dread bosom of the unknown past, When first I saw that family forlorn. Speak Thou, whose massy strength and stature scorn The power of years-pre-eminent, and placed Apart, to overlook the circle vast Speak, Giant-mother! tell it to the Morn While she dispels the cumbrous shades of Night; Let the Moon hear, emerging from a cloud; At whose behest uprose on British ground That Sisterhood, in hieroglyphic round Forth-shadowing, some have deemed, the infinite, HERE!" said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride Towards a low roof with green trees half concealed, "Is Mosgiel Farm; and that's the very field Where Burns ploughed up the Daisy." Far and wide A plain below stretched seaward, while, descried Above sea-clouds, the Peaks of Arran rose; And, by that simple notice, the repose Of earth, sky, sea, and air was vivified. 66 Beneath the random bield of clod or stone" D EAR to the Loves, and to the Graces vowed, The Queen drew back the wimple that she wore; And to the throng, that on the Cumbrian shore With step prelusive to a long array Of woes and degradations hand in hand Weeping captivity, and shuddering fear Stilled by the ensanguined block of Fotheringay! POINT of life between my Parents' dust, And meekly bear the ills which bear I must; |