In the brown park, in herds, the troubled deer

How pleasant, as the sun declines, to view Shook the still-twinkling tail and glancing ear; The spacious landscape changed in form and hue! When horses in the sunburnt intake* stood,

Here, vanish, as in mist, before a flood And vainly eyed below the tempting flood,

Of bright obscurity, hill, lawn, and wood; Or tracked the Passenger, in mute distress,

There, objects, by the searching beams betrayed, With forward neck the closing gate to press

Come forth, and here retire in purple shade; Then, while I wandered up the huddling rill

Even the white stems of birch, the cottage white, Brightening with water-breaks the sombrous ghyll,t Soften their glare before the mellow light; As by enchantment, an obscure retreat

The skiffs, at anchor where with umbrage wide Opened at once, and stayed my devious feet.

Yon chestnuts half the latticed boat-house hide, While thick above the rill the branches close,

Shed from their sides, that face the sun's slant beam, In rocky basin its wild waves repose,

Strong flakes of radiance on the tremulous stream: Inverted shrubs, and moss of gloomy green,

Raised by yon travelling flock, a dusty cloud Cling from the rocks, with pale wood-weeds between; Mounts from the road, and spreads its moving shroud Save that aloft the subtle sunbeam shine

The shepherd, all involved in wreaths of fire, On withered briars that o'er the crags recline, Now shows a shadowy speck, and now is lost entire, Sole light admitted here, a small cascade,

Into a gradual calm the zephyrs sink, Illumes with sparkling foam the impervious shade;

A blue rim borders all the lake's still brink: Beyond, along the vista of the brook,

And now, on every side, the surface breaks Where antique roots its bustling course o'erlook,

Into blue spots, and slowly lengthening streaks ; The eye reposes on a secret bridges

Here, plots of sparkling water tremble bright Half gray, half shagged with ivy to its ridge;

With thousand thousand twinkling points of light; Whence hangs, in the cool shade, the listless swain

There, waves that, hardly weltering, die away, Lingering behind his disappearing wain.

Tip their smooth ridges with a softer ray, -Did Sabine grace adorn my living line,

And now the universal tides repose, Bandusia's praise, wild Stream, should yield to thine!

And, brightly blue, the burnished mirror glows, Never shall ruthless minister of Death

Save where, along the shady western marge, 'Mid thy soft glooms the glittering steel unsheath;

Coasts, with industrious oar, the charcoal barge; No goblets shall, for thee, be crowned with flowers,

The sails are dropped, the poplar's foliage sleeps,
No kid with piteous outcry thrill thy bowers;

And insects clothe, like dust, the glassy deeps.
The mystic shapes that by thy margin rove
A more benignant sacrifice approve;

Their panniered train a group of potters goad,
A Mind, that, in a calm angelic mood

Winding from side to side up the steep road; Of happy wisdom, meditating good,

The peasant, from yon

cliff of fearful edge, Beholds, of all from her high powers required, Shot, down the headlong path darts with his sledge; Much done, and much designed, and more desired, Bright beams the lonely mountain horse illume, Harmonious thoughts, a soul by truth refined, Feeding ʼmid purple heath,“green ringsg,” and broon., Entire affection for all human kind.

While the sharp slope the slackened team confounds,

Downward the ponderous timber-wain resounds|;
- Sweet rill, farewell! To-morrow's noon again In foamy breaks the rill, with merry song,
Shall hide me, wooing long thy wildwood strain; Dashed o'er the rough rock, lightly leaps along;
But now the sun has gained his western road, From lonesome chapel at the mountain's feet,
And eve's mild hour invites my steps abroad.

Three humble bells their rustic chime repeat:

Sounds from the water-side the hammered boat;
While, near the midway cliff, the silvered kite

And blasted quarry thunders, heard remote !
In many a whistling circle wheels her flight;
Slant watery lights, from parting clouds, apace

Even here, amid the sweep of endless woods,
Travel along the precipice's base;

Blue

pomp of lakes, high cliffs, and falling floods. Cheering its naked waste of scattered stone,

Not undelightful are the simplest charms, By lichens gray, and scanty moss, o'ergrown;

Found by the verdant door of mountain farms. Where scarce the fox-glove peeps, or thistle's beard :

Sweetly ferociousT, round his native walks, And desert stone-chat, all day long, is heard.

Pride of his sister-wives, the monarch stalks ; * The word intake is local, and signifies a mountain inclosure.

B“ Vivid rings of green.”—GREENWOOD's Poem on Shooung. + Ghyll is also, I believe, a term confined to this country:

11 - Down the rough slope the ponderous wagon rings."Glen, ghyll, and dingle, have the same meaning.

BEATTIE . The reader who has made the tour of this country will "Dolcemente feroce."— Tasso. — In this description of the recognise, in this description, the features which characterise cock, I remembered a spirited one of the same animal in l'Agnthe lower waterfall in the grounds of Rydale.

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spur-clad his nervous feet, and firm his tread; Anon, in order mounts a gorgeous show
A crest of purple tops his warrior head.

Of horsemen shadows winding to and fro;
Bright sparks his black and haggard eye-ball hurls At intervals imperial banners stream,
Afar, his tail he closes and unfurls;

And now the van reflects the solar beam,
Whose state, like pine-trees, waving to and fro, The rear through iron brown betrays a sullen gleam,
Droops, and o’er-canopies his regal brow;

Lost gradual, o'er the heights in pomp they go,
On tiptoe reared, he strains his clarion throat, While silent stands the admiring vale below;
Threatened by faintly-answering farms remote: Till, save the lonely beacon, all is fled,
Again with his shrill voice the mountain rings, That tips with eve's last gleam his spiry head.t
While, flapped with conscious pride, resound his wings!

Now, while the solemn evening shadows sail
Brightening the cliffs between, where sombrous pine On red slow-waving pinions, down the vale;
And yew-trees o'er the silver rocks recline;

And, fronting the bright west, yon oak entwines, I love to mark the quarry's moving trains,

Its darkening boughs and leaves, in stronger lines, Dwarf-panniered steeds, and men, and numerous wains; How pleasant near the tranquil lake to stray How busy the enormous hive within,

Where winds the road along a secret bay; While Echo dallies with the various din !

By rills that tumble down the woody steeps, Some (hardly heard their chisels' clinking sound) And run in transport to the dimpling deeps; Toil, sınal) as pigmies in the gulf profound;

Along the “wild meandering shore” to view Sonne, dim between the aërial cliffs descried,

Obsequious Grace the winding Swan pursue: O'erwalk the slender plank from side to side; He swells his lifted chest, and backward flings These, by the pale-blue rocks that ceaseless ring, His bridling neck between his towering wings; Glad from their airy baskets hang and sing.

In all the majesty of ease, divides

And, glorying, looks around the silent tides;
Hung o'er a cloud, above the steep that rears
An edge all fame, the broadening sun appears;

On as he floats, the silvered waters glow,
A long blue bar its ægis orb divides,

Proud of the varying arch and moveless form of snow

While tender cares and mid demestic Loves,
And breaks the spreading of its golden tides ;
And now it touches on the purple steep

With furtive watch, pursue her as she moves; l'hat fings its image on the pictured deep.

The female with a meeker charm succeeds, Cross the calm lake's blue shades the cliffs aspire,

And her brown little-ones around her leads, With towers and woods a “prospect all on fire;"

Nibbling the water-lilies as they pass, The coves and secret hollows, through a ray

Or playing wanton with the floating grass. Of fainter gold, a purple gleam betray ;

She, in a mother's care, her beauty's pride The gilded turf invests with richer green

Forgets, unwearied watching every side ;

She calls them near, and with affection sweet
Each speck of lawn the broken rocks between;

Alternately relieves their weary feet;
Deep yellow beams the scattered stems illume,
Far in the level forest's central gloom;

Alternately they mount her back, and rest

Close by her mantling wings' embraces prest. / Waving his hat, the shepherd, from the vale, Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale,

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, barking busy, 'mid the glittering rocks, Yours be these holms untrodden, still, and green, Ulants , where he points , the intercepted focks.

Whose leafy shades fence off the blustering gale, Where caks o'erhang the road the radiance shoots

Where breathes in peace the lily of the vale. Oo tawny earth, wild weeds, and twisted roots;

Yon Isle, which feels not even the milk-maid's feet, The Druid stones their lighted fane unfold,

Or, starting up with noise and rude delight,

Soft o'er the surface creep those lustres pale Force half upon the wave your cumbrous flight. Tracking the fitful motions of the gale.

With restless interchange at once the bright Fair Swan! by all a mother's joys caressed,

Wins on the shade, the shade upon the light Haply some wretch has eyed, and called thee blessed;

No favoured eye was e'er allowed to gaze The while upon some sultry summer's day

On lovelier spectacle in faery days; She dragged her babes along this weary way;

When gentle Spirits urged a sportive chase, Or taught their limbs along the burning road

Brushing with lucid wands the water's face; A few short steps to totter with their load.

While music, stealing round the glimmering deeza I see her now, denied to lay her head,

Charmed the tall circle of the enchanted steeps. On cold blue nights, in hut or straw-built shed, -The lights are vanished from the watery plains Turn to a silent smile their sleepy cry,

No wreck of all the pageantry remains. By pointing to a shooting star on high;

Unheeded night has overcome the vales:
I hear, while in the forest depth, he sees

On the dark earth, the baffled vision fails;
The Moon's fixed gaze between the opening trees, The latest lingerer of the forest train,
In broken sounds her elder grief demand,

The lone black fir, forsakes the faded plain; And skyward lift, like one that prays, his hand, Last evening sight, the cottage smoke, no more, If, in that country, where he dwells afar,

Lost in the thickened darkness, glimmers hoar; His father views that good, that kindly star;

And, towering from the sullen dark-brown mere, -Ah me! all light is mute amid the gloom,

Like a black wall, the mountain steeps appear. The interlunar cavern, of the tomb.

Now o'er the soothed accordant beart we feel -When low-hung clouds each star of summer hide, And fireless are the valleys far and wide,

A sympathetic twilight slowly steal, Where the brook brawls along the painful road,

And ever, as we fondly muse, we find Dark with bat-haunted ashes stretching broad,

The soft gloom deepening on the tranquil mind. Oft has she taught them on her lap to play

Stay! pensive, sadly-pleasing visions, stay! Delighted, with the glow-worm's harmless ray

Ah no! as fades the vale, they fade away: Tossed light from hand to hand; while on the ground

Yet still the tender, vacant gloom remains ; Small circles of green radiance gleam around.

Still the cold cheek its shuddering tear retains. Oh! when the sleety showers her path assail, The bird, who ceased, with fading light, to threr And roars between the hills the torrent gale.

Silent the hedge or steaming rivulet's bed, -No more her breath can thaw their fingers cold, From his gray re-appearing tower shall soon Their frozen arms her neck no more can fold;

Salute with boding note the rising moon, Weak roof a cowering form two babes to shield, Frosting with hoary light the pearly ground, And faint the fire a dying heart can yield !

And pouring deeper blue to Æther's bound; Press the sad kiss, fond mother! vainly fears

And pleased her solemn pomp of clouds to fold Thy flooded cheek to wet them with its tears;

In robes of azure, fleecy-white, and gold. No tears can chill them, and no bosom warms,

See, o'er the eastern hill, where darkness broods Thy breast their death-bed, coffined in thine arms.

O'er all its vanished dells, and lawns, and woods ; Sweet are the sounds that mingle from afar, Where but a mass of shade the sight can trace, Heard by calm lakes, as peeps the folding star, She lifts in silence up her lovely face: Where the duck dabbles ’mid the rustling sedge, Above the gloomy valley flings her light, And feeding pike starts from the water's edge, Far to the western slopes with hamlets white Or the swan stirs the reeds, his neck and bill

And gives, where woods the chequered upland strew Wetting, that drip upon the water still;

To the green corn of summer autumn's hue.
And heron, as resounds the trodden shore,
Shoots upward, darting his long neck before.

Thus Hope, first pouring from her blessed horn

Her dawn, far lovelier than the Moon's own morn; Now, with religious awe, the farewell light Till higher mounted, strives in vain to cheer Blends with the solemn colouring of the night; The weary hills, impervious, blackening near; 'Mid groves of clouds that crest the mountain's brow, -Yet does she still, undaunted, throw the while And round the West's proud lodge their shadows On darling spots remote her tempting smile.

ow, Like Una shining on her gloomy way,

-Even now she decks for me a distant scene, The half-seen form of Twilight roams astray; (For dark and broad the gulf of time between) Shedding, through paly loopholes mild and small, Gilding that cottage with her fondest ray, Gleams that upon the lake's still bosom fall,

(Sole bourn, sole wish, sole object of my way;

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How fair its lawns and sheltering woods appear ! I am happy in being conscious I shall have one How sweet its streamlet murmurs in mine ear! reader who will approach the conclusion of these few Where we, my Friend, to happy days shall rise, pages with regret. You they must certainly interest, "Till our small share of hardly-paining sighs

in reminding you of moments to which you can hardly (For sighs will ever trouble human breath)

look back without a pleasure not the less dear from a Creep hushed into the tranquil breast of Death. shade of melancholy. You will meet with few images

without recollecting the spot where we observed them? But now the clear bright Moon her zenith gains,

together; consequently, whatever is feeble in my deAnd rimy without speck extend the plains ;

sign, or spiritless in my colonring, will be amply sup The deepest dell the mountain's front displays

plied by your own memory. Scarce hides a shadow from her searching rays; With still greater propriety I might have inscribed From the dark-blue '“ faint silvery threads” divide

to you a description of some of the features of your The hills, while gleams below the azure tide;

native mountains, through which we have wandered The scene is wakened, yet its peace unbroke,

together, in the same manner, with so much pleasure. By silvery wreaths of quiet charcoal smoke,

But the sea-sunsets, which give such splendour to the That, o'er the ruins of the fallen wood,

vale of Clwyd, Snowdon, the chair of Idris, the quiet Steal down the hills, and spread along the flood.

village of Bethgelert, Menai and her Druids, the AlThe song of mountain streams, unheard by day,

pine steeps of the Conway, and the still more interestNow hardly heard, beguiles my homeward way.

ing windings of the wizard stream of the Dee, remain Air listens, as the sleeping water still,

yet untouched.

Apprehensive that my pencil may To catch the spiritual music of the hill,

never be exercised on these subjects, I cannot let slip Broke only by the slow clock tolling deep,

And peeps

Yet not unrecompensed the man shall roam, That thundering tube the aged angler hears, Wno at the call of summer quits his home,

And swells the groaning torrent with his tears;. And plods through some far realm o'er vale and height, From Bruno's forest screams the affrighted jay, Though seeking only holiday delight;

And slow the insulted eagle wheels away.
At least, not owning to himself an aim

The cross, by angels on the aërial rock
To which the Sage would give a prouder name. Plantedt, a flight of laughing demons mock.
No gains too cheaply earned his fancy cloy,

The "parting Genius” sighs with hollow breath Though every passing zephyr whispers joy;

Along the mystic streams of Life and Death.[ Brisk tal, alternating with ready ease,

Swelling the outcry dull, that long resounds Feeds the clear current of his sympathies.

Portentous through her old woods' trackless bounds For him sod seats the cottage door adorn;

Vallombre, 'mid her falling fanes, deplores,
the far-off spire, his evening bourn! For ever broke, the sabbath of her bowers.
Dear is the forest frowning o'er his head,
And dear the velvet green-sward to his tread:

More pleased, my foot the hidden margin roves Moves there a cloud o'er mid-day's flaming eye? Of Como, bosomed deep in chestnut groves. Upward he looks —"and calls it luxury;"

No meadows thrown between, the giddy steeps Kind Nature's charities his steps attend;

Tower, bare or sylvan, from the narrow deeps. In every babbling brook he finds a friend;

-To towns, whose shades of no rude sound complain. While chastening thoughts of sweetest use, bestowed To ringing team unknown and grating wain, By Wisdom, moralize his pensive road.

To flat-roofed towns, that touch the water's bound, Host of his welcome inn, the noon-tide bower, Or lurk in woody sunless glens profound, To his spare meal he calls the passing poor ;

Or, from the bending rocks, obtrusive cling, He views the Sun uplift his golden fire,

And o'er the whitened wave their shadows fling, Or sink, with heart alive like Memnon's lyre ;* The pathway leads, as round the steeps it twines, Blesses the Moon that comes with kindly ray,

And Silence loves its purple roof of vines; To light him shaken by his rugged way;

The viewless lingerer hence, at evening, sees With bashful fear no cottage children steal

From rock-hewn steps the sai, between the trees; From him, a brother at the cottage meal;

Or marks, 'mid opening cliffs, fair dark-eyed maids His humble looks no shy restraint impart,

Tend the small harvest of their garden glades, Around him plays at will the virgin heart.

Or stops the solemn mountain-shades to view While unsuspended wheels the village dance,

Stretch, o'er the pictured mirror, broad and blue, The maidens eye him with enquiring glance,

Tracking the yellow sun from steep to steep, Much wondering what sad stroke of crazing Care

As up the opposing hills with tortoise foot they creep. Or desperate Love could lead a Wanderer there.

Here, half a village shines, in gold arrayed,

Bright as the moon; half hides itseif in shade : Me, lured by hope its sorrows to remove,

While, from amid the darkened roofs, the spire, A heart that could not much itself approve

Restlessly flashing, seems to mount like fire: O'er Gallia's wastes of corn dejected led,

There, all unshaded, blazing forests throw Her road elms rustling high above my head,

Rich golden verdure on the waves below. Or through her truant pathways' native charis,

Slow glides the sail along the illumined shore, By secret villages and lonely farms,

And steals into the shade the lazy car; To where the Alps ascending white in air,

Soft bosoms breathe around contagious sighs, Toy with the sun, and glitter from afar.

And amorous music on the water dies.

Even now, emerging from the forest's gloom,

How blessed, delicious scene! the eye that greets I heave a sigh at hoary Chartreuse' doom.

Thy open beauties, or thy lone retreats; Where now is fled that Power whose frown severe

The unwearied sweep of wood thy cliff that scales; Tamed “sober Reason” till she crouched in fear? The never-ending waters of thy vales; The cloister startles at the gleam of arms,

The cots, those dim religious groves embower,
And Blasphemy the shuddering fane alarms;

Or, under rocks that from the water tower,
Nod the cloud-piercing pines their troubled heads; Insinuated, sprinkling all the shore;
Spires, rocks, and lawns, a browner night o’erspreads: Each with his household boat beside the door,
Strong terror checks the female peasant's sighs,

+ Alloding to crosses seen on the tops of the spiry rocks of And start the astonished shades at female eyes.

Chartreuse, which have every appearance of being inacces

sible. * The lyre of Memnon is reported to have emitted melan

Names of River at the Chartreuse. choly or cheerful tones, as it was touched by the sun's evening or morning rays.

Name of one

is of the Chartreuse