STANZAS UPON A PROSPECT OF *** CASTLE. "The owners liv'd, for manly worth renown'd, "At White's or Arthur's never staked a pound; "To no pert minion bent a suppliant knee, "Their oaks still flourish'd, and their lands were free." Coll. of old Poetry. "WHY floats yon banner o'er the keep, STANZAS UPON A CASTLE. "Whose waving plumes appear to lower, "On peaceful cot, and green-wood bower;" 'Tis Fancy's necromantic spell, With warlike pomp arrays the dell. When rival Princes thro' the land, With vengeance fir'd each hostile brand; And well her magic pen can trace, The Troubadour's romantic race. The lofty tower with trophies hung, The Seneschal in spacious hall, The martial tournament and ball. Far diff'rent now the prospect view, Adorn'd by Cultivation's hue; As milder Laws with soften'd grace, The stern Baronial code replace. Art, wealth, and learning now combine, 189 190 STANZAS UPON A CASTLE. Intestine broils no more affright, But views its owner with delight; In Britain's senate foremost shine. With manly tone each duty blend, The Nation-Law, and Monarch's friend. WHILE your fine form and native grace, Outshine a fair tho' vacant face; Surpass for dignity of mien, The loveliest on the village green. 192 SONNET ADDRESSED While you can roam by Cynthia's light, In Byron's muse each beauty mark, And charm the Ball, or crowded Park. Or when attending Sorrow's bed, You soothe and calm the aching head Oh! why the Poet's life desire, You little know the boon you ask, You little know his secret rage, When fuming o'er the blotted page; The labour'd thought and limping line, 'Ere the coy Muse will deign to shine. |