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COMPOSED ON THE BANKS OF A ROCKY STREAM
Mark the concentred Hazels that enclose
Dogmatic Teachers, of the snow-white fur!
This, and the two following, were suggested by Mr. W. Westallo
Views of the Caves, etc. in Yorkshire. “As the cold aspect of a sunless way
PURE element of waters! wheresoe'er Strikes through the Traveller's frame with deadlier Thou dost forsake thy subterranean haunts, chill,
Green herbs, bright flowers, and berry-bearing plants, Oft as appears a grove, or obvious hill,
Rise into life and in thy train appear : Glistening with unparticipated ray,
And, through the sunny portion of the year, Or shining slope where he must never stray;
Swift insects shine, thy hovering pursuivants : So joys, remembered without wish or will,
And, if thy bounty fail, the forest pants ; Sharpen the keenest edge of present ill,
And hart and hind and hunter with his spear, On the crushed heart a heavier burthen lay.
Languish and droop together. Nor unfelt Just Heaven, contract the compass of my mind
In mans perturbed soul thy sway benign; *To fit proportion with my altered state !
And, haply, far within the marble belt Quench those felicities whose light I find
Of central earth, where tortured Spirits pine Reflected in my bosom all too late!
For grace and goodness lost, thy murmurs melt O be my spirit, like my thraldom, strait;
Their anguish, — and they blend sweet songs And, like mine eyes that stream with sorrow, blind!"
BROOK! whose society the Poet seeks,
Like Grecian Artists, give thee human cheeks,
Was the aim frustrated by force or guile,
* Waters (as Mr. Westall informs us in the letter-press prefixed to his admirable views) are invariably found to flow through these caverns.
Make sadder transits o'er truth's mystic glass
And little could be gained from all that dower
there stood Indian Citadel,
At early dawn, or rather when the air
they are of the sky, And from our earthly memory fade away."
These words were uttered as in pensive mood
We turned, departing from that solemn sight: XXIII.
A contrast and reproach to gross delight, TRE MONUMENT COMMONLY CALLED LONG MEG AND And life’s unspiritual pleasures daily wooed !
HER DAUGHTERS, NEAR THE RIVER EDEN.* But now upon this thought I cannot brood; A weight of awe not easy to be borne
It is unstable as a dream of night; Pell suddenly upon my Spirit -cast
Nor will I praise a Cloud, however bright, From the dread bosom of the unknown past,
Disparaging Man's gifts, and proper food. When first I saw that Sisterhood forlorn;
Grove, Isle, with every shape of sky-built dome, And Her, whose massy strength and stature scorn
Though clad in colours beautiful and pure, The
Find in the heart of man no natural home : of years — pre-eminent, and placed Apart - to overlook the circle vast.
The immortal Mind craves objects that endure: Speak, Giant-mother! tell it to the Morn
These cleave to it; from these it cannot roam, While she dispels the cumbrous shades of night;
Nor they from it: their fellowship is secure. Let the Moon hear, emerging from a cloud, At whose behest uprose on British ground Thy Progeny; in hieroglyphic round
some have deemed, the infinite, The inviolable God, that tames the proud !
SEPT. 3, 1803.
Earth has not any thing to show more fair : COMPOSED AFTER A JOURNEY ACROSS THE HAM- Dull would he be of soul who could pass by BLETON HILLS, YORKSHIRE.
A sight so touching in its majesty: Dars and more dark the shades of evening fell;
This City now doth like a garment wear The wished-for point was reached, but late the hour;
The beauty of the morning ; silent, ba re,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lic en The Danghters of Long Meg, placed in a perfect circle eighty Open unto the fields, and to the sky; se on diameter, are seventy-two in number, and their height All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. la frorn three feet to so many yards above ground; a little way Never did sun more beautifully steep let high. When the Author first saw this Monument, as he In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; came upon it by surprise, he might over-rate its importance as in object; but, though it will not bear a comparison with Stone. The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep henge , he must sayhas not other Relique of those
And all that mighty heart is lying still !
to reach can pretend to rival in singularity and light Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
OXFORD, MAY 30, 1820.
Ye sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth ! In whose collegiate shelter England's Flowers Expand – enjoying through their vernal hours The air of liberty, the light of truth; Much have ye suffered from Time's gnawing tooth, Yet, Oye Spires of Oxford ! Domes and Towers ! Gardens and Groves! your presence overpowers The soberness of Reason ; till, in sooth, Transformed, and rushing on a bold exchange, I slight my own beloved Cam, to range Where silver Isis leads my stripling feet ; Pace the long avenue, or glide adown The stream-like windings of that glorious street, - An eager Novice robed in fluttering gown!
OXFORD, MAY 30, 1820. SHAME on this faithless heart! that could allow Such transport - though but for a moment's space; Not while — to aid the spirit of the place – The crescent moon clove with its glittering prow The clouds, or night-bird sang from shady bough, But in plain daylight:- She, too, at my side, Who, with her heart's experience satisfied, Maintains inviolate its slightest vow! Sweet Fancy! other gifts must I receive; Proofs of a higher sovereignty I claim; Take from her brow the withering flowers of eve, And that brow Life's morning wreath restore; Let her be comprehended in the frame Of these illusions, or they please no more.
RECOLLECTION OF THE PORTRAIT OF KING HENRY
EIGHTH, TRINITY LODGE, CAMBRIDGE.
The imperial Stature, the colossal stride, Are yet before me; yet do I behold The broad full visage, chest of amplest mould, The vestments 'broidered with barbaric pride: And lo! a poniard, at the Monarch's side, Hangs ready to be grasped in sympathy With the keen threatenings of that fulgent eye, Below the white-rimmed bonnet, far descried. Who trembles now at thy capricious mood ? 'Mid those surrounding worthies, 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 !
JUNE, 1820. Fame tells of Groves — from England far away – *Groves that inspire the Nightingale to trill And modulate, with subtle reach of skill Elsewhere unmatched, her ever-varying lay; Such bold report I venture to gainsay; For I have heard the choir of Richmond hill Chanting, with indefatigable bill, 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,
* Wallachia is the country alluded to.
POEMS OF THE IMAGINATION.
IN NORTH WALES.
*gives to airy nothing
Through shattered galleries, 'mid roofless halls,
The Stranger sighs, nor scruples to upbraid
Of Destiny, upon these wounds hath laid
Light deepening the profoundest sleep of shade.
Time loves Thee! at his call the Seasons twine ThakurLuxuriant wreaths around thy forehead hoar; rice: And, though past pomp no changes can restore,
A soothing recompense, his gift, is Thine!
Though narrow be that Old Man's cares, and near,
STRANGE visitation ! at Jemima's lip
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian Isle Of waters issue from a British source,
Lay couched; upon that breathless Monument, Or hath not Pindus fed Thee, where the band
On him, or on his fearful bow unbent, Of Patriots scoop their freedom out, with hand
Some wild Bird oft might settle and beguile
The rigid features of a transient smile,
Slackening the pains of ruthless banishment
From home affections, and heroic toil. frorn the dread chasm, woods climbing above woods ; In pornp that fades not; everlasting snows;
Nor doubt that spiritnal Creatures round us move,
Griefs to allay that Reason cannot heal;
And very Reptiles have sufficed to prove
To fettered Wretchedness, that no Bastile
Is deep enough to exclude the light of love, 'Glyn Myrvr.
Though Man for Brother Man has ceased to feel.
TO ROTHA -
TO THE CUCKO0.
Not the whole warbling grove in concert heard
OF WORCESTER CATHEDRAL.
UNQUIET Childhood here by special grace
every foot might fall with heavier tread, Trampling upon his vileness. Stranger, pass Softly!— To save the contrite, Jesus bled.
* The River Rotha, that flows into Windermere from the Lakes of Grası