Felt and in a great measure composed upon the little mount in front of our abode at Rydal. In concluding my notices of this class of poems it may be as well to observe that among the "Miscellaneous Sonnets" are a few alluding to morning impressions which might be read with mutual benefit in connection with these "Evening Voluntaries." See, for example, that one on Westminster Bridge, that composed on a May morning, the one on the song of the Thrush, and that beginning" While beams of orient light shoot wide and high." The hollow vale from steep to steep, Herds range along the mountain side; Thine is the tranquil hour, purpureal Eve! But long as god-like wish, or hope divine, An intermingling of Heaven's pomp is spread On ground which British shepherds tread! III And, if there be whom broken ties On those bright steps that heavenward raise Their practicable way. Come forth, ye drooping old men, look abroad, And see to what fair countries ye are bound! And if some traveller, weary of his road, Hath slept since noon-tide on the grassy ground, Ye Genii! to his covert speed; And wake him with such gentle heed IV Such hues from their celestial Urn 1 See Note. Aloud she shrieked! for Hermes re appears! Round the dear Shade she would have clung-'tis vain: 1 For the account of these long-lived trees, see Pliny's Natural History, lib. xvi. cap. 443 and for the features in the character of Protesilay see the Iphigenia in Aulis of Euripides. Virg places the Shade of Laodamia in a mournful The hours are past-too brief had they region, among unhappy Lovers, been years; And him no mortal effort can detain: SERENE, and fitted to embrace, II Five thousand warriors-O the rapturous day! Each crowned with flowers, and armed with spear and shield, Or ruder weapon which their course might yield, To Syracuse advance in bright array. see Long-exiled Dion marching at their head, Down the long street, rich goblets filled with wine In seemly order stand, On tables set, as if for rites divine;— And flowers are on his person thrown Nor doth the general voice abstain from Mourn, hills and groves of Attica! and mourn Ilissus, bending o'er thy classic urn! Mourn, and lament for him whose spirit dreads Your once sweet memory, studious walks and shades! For him who to divinity aspired, Not on the breath of popular applause, Intent to trace the ideal path of right Which Dion learned to measure with sub lime delight; But He hath overleaped the eternal bars; And, following guides whose craft holds no consent With aught that breathes the ethereal element, Hath stained the robes of civil power with blood, Unjustly shed, though for the public good. Whence doubts that came too late, and wishes vain, Hollow excuses, and triumphant pain; As, through the abysses of a joyless heart, He hears an uncouth sound- Saw, at a long-drawn gallery's dusky bound. A woman's garb the Phantom wore, His force on Caspian foam to try; IV So, but from toil less sign of profit reaping, The sullen Spectre to her purpose bowed, Sweeping-vehemently sweeping But Shapes that come not at an earthly call, Ye Gods, thought He, that servile Imple ment Obeys a mystical intent! Your Minister would brush away The spots that to my soul adhere; But should she labour night and day, Which no Philosophy can brook! VI Ill-fated Chief! there are whose hopes are built Upon the ruins of thy glorious name; Pursue thee with their deadly aim! Drawn in defiance of the Gods, hath laid wept And sylvan places heaved a pensive sigh; But in calm peace the appointed Victim slept, As he had fallen in magnanimity; Of spirit too capacious to require MEMORIALS OF A TOUR IN SCOTLAND 1814 In this tour, my wife and her sister Sara were my companions. The account of the "Brownie's Cell" and the Brownies was given me by a mas we met with on the banks of Loch Lomond, a little above Tarbert, and in front of a huge mass of rock, by the side of which, we were told preachings were often held in the open air. Th place is quite a solitude, and the surrounding scenery very striking. How much is it to be regretted that, instead of writing such Poems as the "Holy Fair" and others, in which the relgious observances of his country are treated with so much levity and too often with indecency, Burrs had not employed his genius in describing religion under the serious and affecting aspects it must su frequently take. I SUGGESTED BY A BEAUTIFUL RUIN UPON ONE OF THE ISLANDS OF LOCH LOMOND, A PLACE CHOSEN FOR THE RETREAT OF A SOLITARY INDIVIDUAL, FROM WHOM THIS HABITATION ACQUIRE THE NAME OF THE BROWNIE'S CELL I To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen, Or depth of labyrinthine glen; With trees, whose lofty umbrage met; |