III. ON HEARING THE SHOUTS OF THE PEOPLE AT THE HARK! from the distant town the long acclaim Themselves to earthly passions, lest, unfed IV. VIEW OF THE VALLEY OF READING. FROM TILEHURST, AT THE CLOSE OF THE SAME ELECTION. Too long have I regarded thee, fair vale, All pensive joy; and now with childhood's eyes And welcome to my soul thy own' sweet gale, The cradle and the home of generous thought! V. TO THE THAMES AT WESTMINSTER, IN RECOLLECTION OF THE BANKS OF THE SAME RIVER AT CAVERSHAM, NEAR READING. With no cold admiration do I gaze Upon thy pomp of waters, matchless stream! VI. TO THE SAME RIVER. I MAY not emulate their lofty aim, With mighty hills and streams communion hold, VII. TO MR. MACREADY, ON HIS PERFORMANCE OF WERNER, IN LORD BYRON'S TRAGEDY OF THAT NAME. O LEARNED in Affection's thousand ways! I thought thy art had proved its happiest power, |