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Wallace and Wilfred, I commend the lady,
Several of the band (eagerly.) Captain!
Mar. No more of that; in silence hear my doom:
Like the old Roman, on their own sword's point.
POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH.
Note 1, p. 25.
within the last two or three months unregarded among Of the Poems in this class, “The EVENING WALK” my papers, without being mentioned even to my most and " Descriptive SKETCHES” were first published in intimate friends. Having, however, impressions upon 1793. They are reprinted with some unimportant alte- my mind which made me unwilling to destroy the MS., rations that were chiefly made very soon after their I determined to undertake the responsibility of publishpublication
. It would have been easy to amend them, ing it during my own life, rather than impose upon my in many passages, both as to sentiment and expression, successors the task of deciding its fate. Accordingly and I have not been altogether able to resist the temp it has been revised with some care; but, as it was at tation : but attempts of this kind are made at the risk first written, and is now published, without any view to of injuring those characteristic features which, after all, its exhibition upon the stage, not the slightest alteration will be regarded as the principal recommendation of has been made in the conduct of the story, or the com
position of the characters; above all, in respect to the
two leading persons of the drama, I felt no inducement Note 2, p. 39.
to make any change. The study of human nature sug. * And, hovering, round it often did a raven fly.'
gests this awful truth, that, as in the trials to which life
subjects us, sin and crime are apt to start from their From a short MS. poem read to me when an under
very opposite qualities, so are there no limits to the graduate
, by my schoolfellow and friend, Charles Farish, hardening of the heart, and the perversion of the underlong since deceased. The verses were by a brother of
standing to which they may carry their slaves. During bis, a man of promising genius, who died young. my long residence in France, while the revolution was
rapidly advancing to its extreme of wickedness, I had Note 3, p. 45.
frequent opportunities of being an eye-witness of this "The Borderers.'
process, and it was while that knowledge was fresh This Dramatic Piece, as noticed in its title-page, was upon my memory, that the Tragedy of “The Borderers" composed in 1795–6. It lay nearly from that time till / was composed. — 1842.
Primroses, the spring may love them –
Float near me: do not yet depart ! Dead times revive in thee: Thou bringest, gay Creature as thou art: A solemn image to my heart, My Father's Family! Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days, The time, when, in our childish plays, My Sister Emmeline and I Together chased the Butterfly ! A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey:-with leaps and springs I followed on from brake to bush; But she, God love her! feared to brush The dust from off its wings.
Loving she is, and tractable, though wild;
I told of hills, and far-off towns,
He will suddenly stop in a cunning nook,
No strife disturbs his Sister's breast;
Her joy is like an instinct, joy
As soon as 't is daylight, to-morrow with me,
Iler Lrother now takes up the note, And echoes back his Sister's glee; They hug the Infant in my arms, As if to force his sympathy.
Then, settling into fond discourse,
Hark! over the roof he makes a pause,
– But let him range round; he does us no harm,
- Come now we'll to bed! and when we are there Ile may work his own will, and what shall we care ?
We told o'er all that we had done,
We talked of change, of winter gone, Of green leaves on the hawthorn spray, Of birds that build their nests and sing, Anil 56 11 since Mother went away!"
There, twisted between nave and spoke,
“And whither are you going, child,
Insensible to all relief
My child, in Durham do you dwell ?”
And I to Durham, Sir, belong."
The chaise drove on; our journey's end
Up to the tavern door we post;
6 And let it be of duffil grey,
No mate, no comrade, Lucy knew;
You yet may spy the fawn at play,