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gives THOUGH narrow be that old man's cares, and near, to airy The
poor old man is greater than he seems : nothing a For he hath waking empire, wide as dreams ; local habitation and
An ample sovereignty of eye
a name. Rich are his walks with supernatural cheer;
The region of his inner spirit teems
With vital sounds and monitory gleams
Of high astonishment and pleasing fear.
He the seven birds hath seen, that never part,
Seen the Seven WHISTLERS in their nightly rounds,
And counted them: and oftentimes will start-
For overhead are sweeping GABRIEL's HOUNDS,
Doomed, with their inpious Lord, the flying Hart
To chase for ever, on aërial grounds !
Distant Four fiery steeds impatient of the rein mountains Whirled us o'er sunless ground beneath a sky
As void of sunshine, when, from that wide plain,
of far-off mountains we descry,
Like a Sierra of cerulean Spain,
All light and lustre. Did no heart reply?
Yes, there was One; for One, asunder fly
The thousand links of that ethereal chain ;
open out, with
And the fair front of many a happy Home ;
Such tempting spots as into vision come
While Soldiers, weary of the arms they wield,
And sick at heart of strifeful Christendom,
Gaze on the moon by parting clouds revealed.
BROOK! whose society the Poet seeks,
A Brook Intent his wasted spirits to renew; And whom the curious Painter doth pursue Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks, And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks ; If wish were mine some type of thee to view, Thee, and not thee thyself, I would not do Like Grecian Artists, give thee human cheeks, Channels for tears ; no Naiad should'st thou be,-Have neither limbs, feet, feathers, joints, nor hairs: It seems the Eternal Soul is clothed in thee With purer
robes than those of flesh and blood, And hath bestowed on thee a safer good ; Unwearied joy, and life without its cares.
DOGMATIC Teachers, of the snow-white fur! On the Ye wrangling Schoolmen, of the scarlet hood ! Banks of Who, with a keenness not to be withstood,
Stream Press the point home, or falter and demur, Checked in your course by many a teasing burr; These natural council-seats your acrid blood Might cool ;-and, as the Genius of the flood Stoops willingly to animate and spur Each lighter function slumbering in the brain, Yon eddying balls of foam, these arrowy gleams That o'er the pavement of the surging streams Welter and fash, a synod might detain With subtle speculations, haply vain, But surely less 80 than your far-fetched themes !
Westalls' Pure element of waters! wheresoe'er
Views of Thou dost forsake thy subterranean haunts,
the Caves Green herbs, bright flowers, and berry-bearing
Rise into life and in thy train appear :
And, through the sunny portion of the year,
Swift insects shine, thy hovering pursuivants :
And, if thy bounty fail, the forest pants ;
And hart and hind and hunter with his spear
Languish and droop together. Nor unfelt
In man's perturbed soul thy sway benign ;
And, haply, far within the marble belt
Of central earth, where tortured Spirits pine
For grace and goodness lost, thy murmurs melt
Their anguish,—and they blend sweet songs with
Malham Was the aim frustrated by force or guile,
Cove When giants scooped from out the rocky ground,
Tier under tier, this semicirque profound?
(Giants—the same who built in Erin's isle
That Causeway with incomparable toil!)-
O, had this vast theatric structure wound
With finished sweep into a perfect round,
No mightier work had gained the plausive smile
Of all-beholding Phæbus! But, alas,
Vain earth! false world! Foundations must be laid
In Heaven ; for, 'mid the wreck of is and was,
Things incomplete and purposes betrayed
Made sadder transits o'er thought's optic glass
Than noblest objects utterly decayed.
AT early dawn, or rather when the air
Glimmers with fading light, and shadowy Eve
Is busiest to confer and to bereave;
Then, pensive Votary! let thy feet repair
To Gordale-chasm, terrific as the lair
Where the young lions couch; for so, by leave
Of the propitious hour, thou may'st perceive
The local Deity, with oozy hair
And mineral crown, beside his jagged urn,
Recumbent: Him thou may’st behold, who hides
His lineaments by day, yet there presides,
Teaching the docile waters how to turn,
Or (if need be) impediment to spurn,
And force their passage to the salt-sea tides !
Sept. 3, 1802
EARTH has not any thing to show more fair :
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty :
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep !
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still !
Conclusion If these brief Records, by the Muses' art
18277 Produced as lonely Nature or the strife
That animates the scenes of public life
Inspired, may in thy leisure claim a part;
And if these Transcripts of the private heart
Have gained a sanction from thy falling tears ;
Then I repent not.
soul hath fears
Breathed from eternity ; for as a dart
Cleaves the blank air, Life Alies : now every day
Is but a glimmering spoke in the swift wheel
Of the revolving week. Away, away,
All fitful cares, all transitory zeal !
So timely Grace the immortal wing may heal,
And honour rest upon the senseless clay.