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E TRANQUILLITY! the sovereign aim wert thou : Suggested the best In heathen schools of philosophic lore;
by the Tips Heart-stricken by stern destiny of yore,
Foregoing The Tragic Muse thee served with thoughtful vow; Durch And what of hope Elysium could allow che Was fondly seized by Sculpture, to restore 2075 Peace to the Mourner. But when He who wore heis The crown of thorns around His bleeding brow jedlo Warmed our sad being with celestial light, horthai Then Arts which still had drawn a softening grace
From shadowy fountains of the Infinite chote Communed with that Idea face to face :
And move around it now as planets run, se poate Each in its orbit round the central Sun.
The floods are roused, and will not soon be weary; Nunnery un liet Down from the Pennine Alps how fiercely sweeps stoon CROGLIN, the stately Eden's tributary !
He raves, or through some moody passage creeps
Plotting new mischief-out again he leaps hesp Into broad light, and sends, through regions airy, w That voice which soothed the Nuns while on the
steeps Head They knelt in prayer, or sang to blissful Mary. of the That union ceased : then, cleaving easy walks mended e Through crags, and smoothing paths beset with
van Thi Came studious Taste; and many a pensive stranger
Dreams on the banks, and to the river talks. fel What change shall happen next to Nunnery Dell?
Steamboats, Motions and Means, on land and sea at war
Viaducts, With old poetic feeling, not for this,
ays Shall ye, by Poets even, be judged amiss !
Nor shall your presence, howsoe'er it mar
The loveliness of Nature, prove a bar .
To the Mind's gaining that prophetic sense
Of future change, that point of vision, whence
May be discovered what in soul ye are.
In spite of all that beauty may disown i
In your harsh features, Nature doth embrace
Her lawful offspring in Man's art; and Time,
Pleased with your triumphs o'er his brother Space,
Accepts from your bold hands the proffered crown
Of hope, and smiles on you with cheer sublime.
“Long Meg A weight of awe, not easy to be borne,
and her Fell suddenly upon my Spirit-cast Daughters"
From the dread bosom of the unknown past,
When first I saw that family forlorn.
Speak Thou, whose massy strength and stature
The power of years—pre-eminent, and placed
Apart, to overlook the circle vast-
Speak, Giant-mother! tell it to the Morn
While she dispels the cumbrous shades of Night;
Let the Moon hear, emerging from a cloud;
At whose behest uprose on British ground
That Sisterhood, in hieroglyphic round.
Forth-shadowing, some have deemed, the infinite
The inviolable God, that tames the proud!
LOWTHER ! in thy majestic Pile are seen Lowther
Cathedral pomp and grace, in apt accord
With the baronial castle's sterner mien;
Union significant of God adored,
And charters won and guarded by the sword
Of ancient honour ; whence that goodly state
Of polity which wise men venerate,
And will maintain, if God his help afford.
Hourly the democratic torrent swells ;
For airy promises and hopes suborned
The strength of backward-looking thoughts is
Fall if ye must, ye Towers and Pinnacles,
With what ye symbolise; authentic Story
Will say, Ye disappeared with England's Glory!
leo . LONSDALE ! it were unworthy of a Guest, To the Earl
Whose heart with gratitude to thee inclines, of Lonsdale up pala If he should speak, by fancy touched, of signs
On Thy abode harmoniously imprest,
Yet be unmoved with wishes to attest
How in thy mind and moral frame agree
Fortitude, and that Christian Charity
Which, filling, consecrates the human breast.
And if the Motto on thy 'scutcheon teach
of NIE With truth, “The MAGISTRACY SHOWS THE MAN”;
3100% That searching test thy public course has stood;
nunc A8 will be owned alike by bad and good,
1. Soon as the measuring of life's little span .
helf Shall place thy virtues out of Envy's reach..
To Cordelia Not in the mines beyond the western main,
M-- You say, Cordelia, was the metal sought,
Which a fine skill, of Indian growth, has wrought
Into this flexible yet faithful Chain;
Nor is it silver of romantic Spain
But from our loved Helvellyn's depths was brought,
Our own domestic mountain. Thing and thought
Mix strangely; trifles light, and partly vain,
Can prop, as you have learnt, our nobler being :
Yes, lady, while about your neck is wound
(Your casual glance oft meeting) this bright cord,
What witchery, for pure gifts of inward seeing,
Lurks in it, Memory's Helper, Fancy's Lord,
For precious tremblings in your bosom found !
Conclusion Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path be there or none,
While a fair region round the traveller lies
Which he forbears again to look upon;
Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene,
The work of Fancy, or some happy tone
Of meditation, slipping in between
The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
If Thought and Love desert us, from that day
Let us break off all commerce with the Muse :
With Thought and Love companions of our way,
Whate'er the senses take or may refuse,
The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews
Of inspiration on the humblest lay.
Not envying Latian shades-if yet they throw The Birth-
A grateful coolness round that crystal Spring, place of the
Bandusia, prattling as when long ago
The Sabine Bard was moved her praise to sing ;
Careless of flowers that in perennial blow er lies Round the moist marge of Persian fountains cling ;
Heedless of Alpine torrents thundering
enes. Through ice-built arches radiant as heaven's bow;
I seek the birth-place of a native Stream.-
All hail, ye mountains ! hail, thou morning light !
Better to breathe at large on this clear height
Than toil in needless sleep from dream to dream :
Pure flow the verse, pure, vigorous, free, and bright, of our For Duddon, long-loved Duddon, is my theme!