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Fresh as the Star that crowns the brow of Morn;
Perhaps are seated in domestic ring
Tee Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said,
Mark the concentred Hazels that enclose
Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!
« As the cold aspect of a sunless way Day's mutable distinctions.—Ancient Power!
Strikes through the Traveller's frame with deadlier chill, Thus did the waters gleam, the mountains lower,
Oft as appears a grove, or obvious hill, To the rude Briton, when, in wolf-skin vest
Glistening with unparticipated ray,
Or shining slope where he must never stray; Here roving wild, he laid him down to rest
So joys, remembered without wish or will,
Sharpen the keenest edge of present ill,
On the crushed heart a heavier burthen Jay.
Just Heaven, contract the compass of my mind
To fit proportion with my altered state!
Quench those felicities whose light I find
Reflected in my bosoin all too late!-
And, like mine eyes that stream with sorrow, blind!»
Brook! whose society the Poet seeks
Intent his wasted spirits to renew; Running among the clouds a wood-nymph's race!
And whom the curious Painter doth pursue Cohappy Nuns, whose common breath 's a sigh
Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks, Which they would stitle, move at such a pace!
And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks ; The northern Wind, to call thee to the chase,
If wish were mine some type of thee to view, Must blow to-oight his bugle horn. Had I
Thee,-and not thee thyself, I would not do The power of Merlin, Goddess! this should be:
Like Grecian Artists, give thee human cheeks, And the kcen Stars, fast as the clouds were riven,
Channels for tears; no Naiad shouldst thou be, Should sally forth, an emulous Company, Sparkling, and hurrying through the clear blue heaven; Have neither limbs, feet, feathers, joints nor hairs;
It seems the Eternal Soul is clothed in thee But, Cyathia! should to thee the palm be given,
With purer robes than those of flesh and blood, Queen both for beauty and for majesty.
And hath bestowed on thee a better good;
Unwearied joy, and life without iis cares.
COMPOSED ON THE BANKS OF A ROCKY So burns yon Taper mid a black recess
STREAM. of mountains, silent, dreary, motionless:
DOGMATIC Teachers, of the snow-white fur! The Lake below reflects it not; the sky
Ye wrangling Schoolmen, of the scarlet hood! Muffled in clouds affords no company
Who, with a keepness not to be withstood, To miugale and cheer its loncliness.
Press the point home,-or falter and demur, Yet sound the body of that joyless Thing,
Checked in your course by many a icasing burr;
These natural council-scats your acrid blood
THE MONUMENT COMMONLY CALLED LOXG MEG AND HER DAUGHTERS, NEAR THE
Stoops willingly lo animate and spur
THIS, AND THE TWO FOLLOWING, WERE SUGGESTED BY MR W. WESTALL'S VIEWS
OF THE CAVES, ETC. IN YORKSHIRE. Pure element of waters! wheresoc'er Thiou dost forsake thy subterranean haunts, Green herbs, bright flowers, and berry-bearing plants, Rise into life and in thy train appear: And, through the sunny portion of the year, Swift insects shine, thy hovering pursuivants : And, if thy bounty fail, the forest pants; And hart and hind and hunter with his spear, Languishi and droop together. Nor unfelt In man's perturbed soul thy sway benign; And, haply, far within the marble belt Of central earth, where tortured Spirits pine For grace and goodness Jost, thy murmurs melt Their anguish, --and they blend sweet songs
A weight of awe not easy to be borner
MALHAM COVE. Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, When giants scooped from out the rocky ground -Tier under tier—this semicirque profound? (Giants-the same who built in Erin's isle That causeway with incomparable toil!) O, had this vast theatric structure wound With finished sweep into a perfect round, No mighier work had gained the plausive smile Of all-beholding Phæbus! Bul, alas, Vain carth!-false world!- Foundations must be laid In Heavco; for, mid the wreck of is and was, Things incomplete and purposes betrayed Make sadder transits o'er truth's mystic glass Than noblest objects utterly decayed.
COMPOSED AFTER A JOURNEY ACROSS THE
HAMILTON HILLS, YORKSHIRE. Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell; The wished-for point was reached, but late the hour; And little could be gained from all that dower Of prospect, whereof many thousaods tell. Yet did the glowing west in all its power Salute us;—There stood Indian Citadel, Temple of Greece, and Minster with its tower Substantially expressed--a place for Bell Or Clock to toll from. Many a tempting Isle, With Groves that never were imagined, lay Mid Seas how steadfast! objects all for the eye Of silent rapture; but we felt the while We should forget them; they are of the sky, And from our earthly memory fade away.
GORDALE. Ar enrly dawn, or rather when the air Glimmers with fading light, and shadowy Eve Is busiest to confer and to bereave, Then, pensive Votary! let thy fect repair To Gordale-chasm, terrific as the lair Where the
lions couch;- for so, by leave Of the propitious hour, thou mayst perceive The local Deily, witli oozy hair And mineral crowa, beside his jagged urn llecombent: lim thou mayst behold, who hides flis lincaments by day, yet there presides, Tuching the docile waters how to turn; Or if need be, impediment to puro, And force their passage to the salt-sea tides !
they are of the sky, And from our eartbly memory fade away." Tuese words were uttered as in pensive mood We turned, departing from that solemn sight: A contrast and reproach to gross delight, And life's upspiritual pleasures daily wooed! But now upon this thought I cannot brood; It is unstable as a dream of night; Nor will I praise a Cloud, however bright, Disparaging Man's gifts, and proper food. Grove, Isle, with every shape of sky-built dome, Though clad in colours beautiful and pure, Find in the heart of man no natural home: The immortal Mind craves objects that endure: These cleave to it; from these it cannot roam, Nor they from it: their fellowship is secure.
'The Daughters of Long Meg, placed in a perfect cirde, ei bry yards in diameter, are seventy-two in number, and from more ibau Three yards above ground, to less than so many feet: a little kar out of the circle stands Long Meg berself, a single Stone, esclatera feet high. When the Author first saw ibis Monument, as he came upon it by surprise, he might overrate its importance as an ob ject; but, though it will not bear a comparison with Stone bes, e, he must say, be has not seen any other Relique of those dark and which can pretend to riral it in singularity and dignity of appear
Waters (as Mr Westall informs us in the letter-press prefised to be admirable views) are invarially found to Dow through these ca
COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE,
Mid those surrounding worthics, haughty King!
We rather think, with grateful mind sedate,
How Providence educeth, from the spring
Of lawless will, unlooked-for streams of good,
Which neither force shall check, nor time abate.
ON THE DEATH OF HIS LATE MAJESTY.
WARD of the Law! -dread Shadow of a King ! All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Whose Realm had dwindled to one stately room; Never did sun more beautifully steep
Whose universe was gloom immersed in gloom, In his first splendour valley, rock, or bill;
Darkness as thick as Life o'er Life could fling, Neer saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
Save haply for some feeble climmering The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Of Faith and lope; if thou, by nature's doom, Dear God: tbe very houses seem asleep;
Gently hast sunk into the quiet lomb,
Why should we bend in grief, to sorrow cling,
Or, where tears flow not, sich succeeding sigh,
Yield to such after-thought the sole reply
Which justly it can claim. The Nation hears Y& sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth!
To this deep knell — silent for threescore years, la whose collegiate shelter England's Flowers
An unexampled voice of awful memory!
Fame tells of Groves-from England far away'-
Groves that inspire the Nightingale to trill Transformed, and rushing on a bold exchange,
And modulate, with subtle reach of skill I slighe my own beloved Cam, to range
Elsewhere unmatched, her ever-varying lay; Where silver Isis leads my stripling feet;
Such bold report I venture to gainsay: Pace the long avenue, or glide adown
For I have heard the choir of Richmond-hill The stream-like windings of that glorious street,
Chanting, with indefatigable bill, - An eager Novice robed in fluttering gown!
Strains, that recalled to mind a distant day;
And scarcely conscious of the dashing oars
Plied steadily between those willowy shores,
The sweet-souled Poet of the Seasons stoodSume on this faithless heart! that could allow
Listening, and listening long, in rapturous mood,
A PARSONAGE IN OXFORDSHIRE.
Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends,
Is marked by no distinguishable line; Sweet Fancy! other gifts must I receive;
The turf unites, the pathways intertwine ; Proofs of a higher sovereignty I claim;
And, wheresoe'er the stealing footstep tends, Take from her brow the withering flowers of eve,
Garden, and that Domain where Kindred, Friends, And to that brow Life's morning wreath restore : And Neighbours rest together, here confound Let her be comprehended in the frame
Their several features, mingled like the sound
Of many waters, or as evening blends
Waft fragrant greetings to each silent grave;
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 RUINS OF A CASTLE Aod lo! a poniard, at the Monarch's side,
IN NORTH WALES.
ThrougI shattered galleries, 'mid roofless balls,
Wandering with timid footstep oft betrayed, Who trembles now at try capricious mood !
1 Wallachia is the country alladed to. 1
The Stranger sighs, nor scruples to upbraid
Seen the Seven WHISTLERS in their nightly rounds, Old Time, though He, gentlest among the Thralls And counted them : and oftentimes will startOf Destiny, upon these wounds hath laid
For overhead are sweeping GABRIEL'S HOUNDS, His lenient touches, soft as light that falls,
Doomed, with their impious Lord, the flying Hart From the wan Moon, upon the Towers and Walls, To chase for ever, on aërial grounds! Light deepening the profoundest sleep of shade. Relic of Kings! Wreck of forgotten Wars, To winds abandoned and the prying Stars,
Strange visitation! at Jemima's lip Time loves Thee! at his call the Seasons twine
Thus thadst thou pecked, wild Redbreast! Love mighi Luxuriant wreaths around thy forehead hoar;
Its glistening dews; but hallowed is the clay
Am not unworthy of thy fellowship ;
That might thy sylvan confidence betray.
For are we not all His, without whose care
Vouchsafed, no sparrow falleth to the ground !
And rolls the planets through the blue profound; So styled by those fierce Britons, pleased to see Then peck or percb, food Flutterer! nor for bear lo Nature's face the expression of repose ;
To trust a Poet in still vision bound.
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian Isle
Lay couched ;-upon that breathless Monument,
On him, or on his fearful bow unbent, In ours the Vale of Friendship, let this spot
Some wild Bird oft might setile, and beguile Be named; where, faithful to a low-roofed Cot,
The rigid features of a transient smile, On Deva's banks, ye have abode so long ;
Disperse the tear, or to the sigh give vent, Sisters in love-a love allowed to climb,
Slackening the pains of ruthless banishment
From home affections, and heroic toil.
Griefs to allay that Reason cannot heal ;
To fettered Wretchedness, that no Bastile How art thou named ? In search of wliat strange land
Is deep enough to exclude the light of love, From what huge height, descending? Can such force
Though Man for Brother Man has ceased to feel. Of waters issue from a British source, Or hath not Pindus fed Thee, where the band Of Patriots scoop their freedom out, with hand While they, her Playmates once, light-hearted tread Desperate as thine? Or come the incessant shocks The mountain turf and river's flowery marge; From that young Stream, that smites the throbbing rocks or float with music in the festal barge; Of Viamala ? There I seem to stand,
Rein the proud steed, or through the dance are led; As in Life's Morn; permitted to behold,
Is Anna doomed to press a weary bed
More urgent called, will stretch his wings at large, And skies that ne'er relinquish their repose:
And Friends too rarely prop the languid head. Such power possess the Family of floods
Yet Genius is no feeble comforter:
The presence even of a stuffed Owl for her
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.
Nor the whole warbling grove in concert heard
When sunshine follows shower, the breast can thrill With vital sounds and monitory gleams
Like the first summons, Cuckoo! of thy bill, Of high astonishment and pleasing fear.
With its twin notes inseparably paired. He the seven birde hath seen, that never part,
The Captive, 'mid damp vaults unsunned, unaired,
Measuring the periods of his lonely doom,
That cry can reach; and to the sick man's room
Sends gladness, by no languid smile declared.
By favouring Nature and a saioily Mind The lordly Eagle-race through hostile search
To something purer and more exquisite May perish; time may come when never more Than flesh and blood; whene'er thou meet'st my sight, The wilderness shall hear the Lion roar;
When I behold thy blanched unwithered cheek, But, long as Cock shall crow from household perch Thy temples fringed with locks of gleaming white, To rouse the dawn, soft gales shall speed thy wing, And head that droops because the soul is meek, And thy erratic voice be faithful to the Spring!
Thee with the welcome Snowdrop I compare;
From desolation tow'rds the genial prime;
Or with the Moon conquering earth's misty air, UXQUIET Childhood bere by special grace
And filling more and more with crystal light
As pensive Evening deepens into night.
In my mind's eye a Temple, like a cloud
Slowly surmounting some invidious hill,
Rose out of darkness : the bright Work stood still, That one enrapt with gazing on her face,
And might of its owu beauty have been proud,
But it was fashioned and to God was vowed
By virtues that diffused, in every part,
Spirit divine through forms of human art :
Faith had her arch-her arch, when winds blow loud, A Narsling couched upon ber Mother's knee,
Into the consciousness of safety thrilled ; Beneath some slady Palm of Galilee.
And Love her towers of dread foundation laid
Uuder the grave of things ; Hope had her spire
Star-high, and pointing still to something higher ; Rotea, my Spiritual Child! this head was grey
Trembling I gazed, but lieard a voice-it said,
Flell-gates are powerless Phantoms when we build.
If these brief Records, by the Muses' art Breathed forth beside the peaceful mountain Stream'
Produced as lonely Nature or the strife Wbose murmur soothed thy languid Mother's ear That animates the scenes of public life After her throes, this Stream of naine more dear
Inspired, may in thy leisure claim a part; Since thou dost bear it,-a memorial theme
And if these Transcripts of the private heart For others; for thy future self a spell
Have gained a sanction from thy falling tears,
Then I repent not: but my soul hath fears
Cleaves the blank air, Life flies: now every day
Is but a glimmering spoke in the swift wheel
of the revolving week. Away, away, Whose mortal lineaments seem all refined
All fiiful cares, all transitory zeal; 'The River Rotha, that flows into Windermere from the Lakes of So timely Grace the immortal wing may heal, Grasmere and Rydal.
Aod honour rest upon the senseless clay.
Memorials of a Tour in Scotland, 1803.
Into some other region, though less fair, DEPARTURE FROM THE VALE OF GRASMERE. To see how things are made and managed there : AUGUST 1803.
Change for the worse might please, incursion bold
Into the tracts of darkness and of cold; The gentlest Shade that walked Elysian Plains O'er Limbo lake with aëry flight to steer, Might sometimes covet dissoluble chaios;
And on the verge of Chaos hang in fear. Even for the Tenants of the Zone that lies
Such animation often do I find, Beyond the stars, celestial Paradise,
Power in my breast, wings growing in my mind, Netbuks I would heighten joy, to overleap
Then, when some rock or hill is overpast, Au will the crystal battlements, and peop
Perchance without one look behind me cast,