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A TRADITION OF DARLEY DALE, DERBYSHIRE.
"T is said that to the brow of yon fair hill nelson Two Brothers clomb, and, turning face from face,
i Nor one look more exchanging, grief to still cs Or feed, each planted on that lofty place
A chosen Tree; then, eager to fulfil
CHATSWORTH! thy stately mansion, and the pride
DESPONDING Father! mark this altered bouge.",
So beautiful of late, with sunshine warmed, Inviolate, whate'er the cottage hearth
Or moist with dews; what more unsightly now, Might need for comfort, or for festal mirth,
Its blossoms shrivelled, and its fruit, if formed, That Pile of Turf is half a century old :
Invisible? yet Spring her genial brow
Knits not o'er that discolouring and decay
(Misdeem it not a cankerous change) may grow is waste.—Though crumbling with each breath of air, Rich mellow bearings, that for thanks shall call; In annual renovation thus it stands —
In all men, sinful is it to be slow Rude Mausoleumn! but wrens nestle there,
To hope — in Parents, sinful above all. And red-breasts warble when sweet sounds are rare.
ROMAN ANTIQUITIES DISCOVERED,
AT BISHOPSTONE, HEREFORDSHIRE.
TO B. R. HAYDON, ESQ.,
ON THE ISLAND OF ST. HELENA.
WHILE poring Antiquarians search the ground
TO THE AUTHOR'S PORTRAIT.
[Painted at Rydal Mount, by W. Pickersgill, Esq. for St. John's
When human touch, as monkish books attest,
Go, faithful Portrait ! and where long hath knelt
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant
If these brief Records, by the Muses' art
Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein
eye a Temple, like a cloud
With flapping wing for entrance. What a shriek
Pounced, and the dove, which from its ruthless beak From rapture, lying softly on her breast ! .
The most alluring clouds that mount the sky
Owe to a troubled element their forms,
Their hues to sunset. If with raptured eye
We watch their splendour, shall we covet storms, Thovou the bold wings of poesy affect
And wish the lord of day his slow decline The clonds, and wheel around the mountain tops
Would hasten, that such pomp may float on high? Rejoicing, from her loftiest height she drops
Behold, already they forget to shine, Well pleased to skim the plain with wild flowers deckt,
Dissolve — and leave to him who gazed a sigh. Or muse in solemn grove whose shades protect
Not loth to thank each moment for its boon The lingering dew - there steals along, or stops
Of pure delight, come whensoe'er it may, Watching the least small bird that round her hops,
Peace let us seek, - to steadfast things attune Or creeping worm, with sensitive respect.
Calm expectations, leaving to the gay Her functions are they therefore less divine,
And volatile their love of transient bowers,
The house that cannot pass away be ours.
ON A PORTRAIT OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON UPON
THE FIELD OF WATERLOO, BY HAYDON.
By art's bold privilege Warrior and War-horse stand II.
On ground yet strewn with their last battle's wreck; A Poet! – He hath put his heart to school,
Let the steed glory while his master's hand Nor dares to move unpropped upon the staff
Lies fixed for ages on his conscious neck; Which art bath lodged within his hand — must laugh
But by the chieftain's look, though at his side By precept only, and shed tears by rule.
Hangs that day's treasured sword, how firm a check Thy art be nature; the live current quaff,
Is given to triumph and all human pride! And let the groveller sip his stagnant pool,
Yon trophied mound shrinks to a shadowy speck In fear that else, when critics grave and cool
In his calm presence! Him the mighty deed Have killed him, scorn should write his epitaph.
Elates not, brought far nearer the grave's rest, How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold ?
As shows that time-worn face, for he such seed Because the lovely little flower is free
Has sown as yields, we trust, the fruit of fame Down to its rool, and, in that freedom, bold;
In Heaven; hence no one blushes for thy name, And so the grandeur of the forest-tree
Conqueror, mid some sad thoughts, divinely blest !
Life with yon lambs, like day, is just begun,
Yet nature seems to them a heavenly guide.
Does joy approach ? they meet the coming tide ;
And sullenness avoid, as now they shun
Pale twilight's lingering glooms, - and in the sun
Couch near their dams, with quiet satisfied;
Or gambol — each with his shadow at his side, "Wart, prithee, wait!" this answer Lesbia threw
Varying its shape wherever he may run. 1 Porth to her dove, and took no further heed,
As they from turf yet hoar with sleepy dew Her eye was busy, while her fingers few
All turn, and court the shining and the green, Across the harp, with soul-engrossing speed;
Where herbs look up, and opening flowers are seen; | But from that bondage when her thoughits were freed
Why to God's goodness cannot we be true, She rose, and toward the close-shut casement drew,
And so, His gifts and promises between, Whence the poor unregarded favourite, true
Feed to the last on pleasures ever new ?
Porced from that voice so lately tuned to a strain
She could not reseue, perished in her sight!
Nor wants her eyeball an ethereal glance;
But not the less — nay more — that countenance, And in a moment charmed my cares to rest.
Yes, I will forth, bold bird ! and front the blast,
That we may sing together, if thou wilt,
Would she were now as when she hoped to pass Mute in her nest love-chosen, if not love-built
Like thine, shall gladden, as in seasons past, Heaven's sapphire pavement, yet breathed well content, Thrilled by loose snatches of the social lay. Well pleased, her foot should print earth's common RYDAL MOUNT, 1838.
grass, Lived thankful for day's light, for daily bread, For health, and time in obvious duty spent.
'T is he whose yester-evening's high disdain
Beat back the roaring storm – but how subdued
Does the hour's drowsy weight his glee restram? All praise the likeness by thy skill portrayed;
Or, like the nightingale, her joyous vein But 't is a fruitless task to paint for me,
Pleased to renounce, does this dear thrush attune Who, yielding not to changes time has made,
His voice to suit the temper of yon moon By the habitual light of memory see
Doubly depressed, setting, and in her wane! Eyes unbedimmed, see bloom that cannot fade,
Rise, tardy sun! and let the songster prove And smiles that from their birth-place ne'er shall flee
(The balance trembling between night and morn Into the land where ghosts and phantoms be;
No longer) with what ecstasy upborne And, seeing this, own nothing in its stead.
He can pour forth his spirit. In heaven above, Couldst thou go back into far-distant years,
And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Or share with me, fond thought! that inward eye,
Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.
Yet - though dread Powers, that work in mystery,
Entanglings of the brain; though shadows stretch Though I beheld at first with blank surprise
O'er the chilled heart-reflect; far, far within This work, I now have gazed on it so long
Hers is a holy being, freed from sin. I see its truth with unreluctant eyes;
She is not what she seems, a forlorn wretch, O, my beloved! I have done thee wrong,
But delegated Spirits comfort fetch Conscious of blessedness, but, whence it sprung,
To her from heights that reason may not win. Ever too heedless, as I now perceive:
Like children, she is privileged to hold Morn into noon did pass, noon into eve,
Divine communion; both do live and move, And the old day was welcome as the young,
Whate'er to shallow faith their ways unfold, As welcome, and as beautiful - in sooth
Inly illumined by Heaven's pitying love; More beautiful, as being a thing more holy:
Love pitying innocence not long to last,
In them - in her our sins and sorrows past.
Yon busy little-ones rejoice that soon
A poor old dame will bless them for the boon:
Great is their glee while flake they add to flake By twilight premature of cloud and rain ;
With rival earnestness; far other strife Nor does that roaring wind deaden his strain
Than will hereafter move them, if they make
Pastime their idol, give their day of life
To pleasure snatched for reckless pleasure's sake. Exulting warbler! eased a fretted brain,
Pains which the world inflicts can she requite ?
ON THE SAME SUBJECT.
feziing; which had been forced too often upon my own Of wonder, I have watched this sea-side town,
ILLUSTRATED BOOKS AND NEWSPAPERS.
Muganine, in favour of the principle of Sergeant Tallourd's From the pier's head, musing, and with increase
ya Yot for an interval however brief;
“Of culture, even to feel or understand Dhe silent thoughts that search for stedfast light, “My simplest lay that to their memory el, cLove from her depthis, and duty in her might,
May cling. - Hard fate which haply may not be, ter Log And faith – these only yield secure relief.
• Did justice mould the statutes of the land.
“ A book time-cherished and an honoured name March 86A, 1842
“ Are high rewards; but bound they nature's claim
“Or reason's? No. — Hopes spun in timid line XIV.
“ From out the bosom of a modest home,
“ Extend through unambitious years to come, DISCOURSE was deemed man's noblest attribute,
u My careless little one for thee and thine!"
XVII. ska For thought — dominion vast and absolute
TO TAE REV. CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH, D. D. - For spreading truth, and making love expand.
MASTER OF HARROW SCHOOL, prose and verse sunk into disrepute box-Must lacquey a dumb art that best can suit
After the perusal of his Theophilus Anglicanus, recently published. The taste of this once intellectual land.
ENLIGHTENED teacher, gladly from thy hand lingenA backward movement surely have we here,
Have I received this proof of pains bestowed From inanhood — back to childhood; for the age
By thee to guide thy pupils on the road Back towards caverned life's first rude career.
That, in our native isle, and every land, Avaunt this vile abuse of pictured page!
The Church, when trusting in divine command Must eyes be all in all, the tongue and ear
And in her Catholic attributes, hath trod : Nothing? Heaven keep us from a lower stage.
O may these lessons be with profit scanned
To thy heart's wish, thy labour blest by God! be
So the bright faces of the young and gay
Shall look more bright — the happy, happier still;
Catch, in the pauses of their keenest play,
Motions of thought which elevate the will
And, like the spire that from your classic hill T'o every suitor, equity is lame;
Points heavenward, indicate the end and way.
Rydal Mount, Dec. 11, 1813.
Upon its approximation (as an Evening Star) to the Earth, Jan. 1838 *** What: lengthened privilege, a lineal tie,
What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides, For Books!" Yes, heartless ones, or be it proved
Thee, Vesper! brightening still, as if the nearer That 't is a fault in us to have lived and loved
Thou com'st to man's abode the spot grew dearer Like others, with like temporal hopes to die;
Night after night? True is it nature hides Nu public harm that genius from her course
Her treasures less and less. — Man now presides
Science advances with gigantic strides;
Aught dost thou see, bright star! of pure and wise
More than in humbler times graced human story; A POET TO HIS GRANDCHILD.
That makes our hearts more apt to sympathise (SEQUEL TO THE FOREGOING.)
With heaven, our souls more fit for future glory, Sox of my buried son! while thus thy hand
When earth shall vanish from our closing eyes, * 1x clasping mine, it saddens me to think
Ere we lie down in our last dormitory? "llow want may press thee down, and with thee sink Thy children, left unfit, through vain demand *
XIX. * The author of an animated article, printed in the Law
TO THE PLANET VENUS.
Dent in literature are even known to exist.
Hushed to a depth of more than sabbath peace: