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That obvious emblem giving to the eye
Of meek devotion, which erewhile it gave,
That symbol of the dayspring from op higli,
Triumphant o'er the darkness of the grave.




That is good for a bootless bene?: With these dark words begins my Tale; And their meaning is, whence can comfort spriaz When Prayer is of no avail ?


Tlihat is good for a bootless bene?: The Falconer to the Lady said; And she made answer « ENDLESS SORROW! For she kuew that her Son was dead.

But turn we from these « bold bad» men ;
The way, mild Lady! that hath led
Down to their « dark opprobrious den,”
Is all too rough for Thee to tread.
Softly as morning vapours glide
Through Mosedale-cove from Carrock's side,
Should move the tenour of his song
Who means to Charity no wrong ;
Whose offering gladly would accord
With this day's work, in thought and word.


prosper it! may peace, and love,
And hope, and consolation, fall,
Through its meek influence, from above,
And penetrate the hearts of all;
All who, around the hallowed Fane,
Shall sojourn in this fair domain;
Grateful to Thec, while service pure,
And ancient ordinance, shall endure,
For opportunity bestowed
To kncel together, and adore thcir God!


She knew it by the Falconer's words,
And from the look of the Falconer's ege;
And from the love which was in her soul
For her youthful Romilly.

Oh! gather whencezoe'er ye safely may
The belp which slackening Picty requires;
Nor deem that he perforce must coastray
Who treads upon the footmarks of his Sires.

-Young Romilly through Barden woods
Is ranging high and low;
And holds a Greyhound in a leashi,
To let slip upon buck or doe.

Our churches, invariably perhaps, stand east and west, but why is

by few persons exactly known; nor, that the degree of deviation from due east often noticeable in the ancient ones was determined, in each particular case, by the point in the horizon, at which the sun rose upon the day of the Saint to whom the church was dedicated. These observances of our Ancestors, and the causes of them,

are the subject of tho following stanzas.
When in the antique age of bow and spear
And feudal rapine clothed with iron mail,

The pair have reached that fearful chasm,
How tempting to bestride!
For lordly Wharf is there
With rocks on either side.

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'See • The White Doe of Rylstore," page 192.

This Striding-place is called Tue Strip,

To aid a covert purpose, cried-0 ye
A name which it took of yore:

Approaching waters of the deep, that share
A thousand years hath it borne that name, With this green isle my fortupes, come not where
And shall a thousand more.

Your Master's throne is set !»- Absurd decree!

A mandate uttered to the foaming sea And hither is young Romilly come,

Is to its motion less than wanton air. And what may now forbid

- Then Canute, rising from the invaded Throne, That he, perhaps for the hundredth time,

Said to his servile Courtiers, « Poor the reach, Shall bound across THE STRID?

The undisguised extent, of mortal sway!

lle only is a king, and he alone He sprang in glce,- for what cared he

Deserves the name (this truth the billows preach) That the River was strong, and the rocks were stecp? Whose everlasting law, sea, earth, and heaven obey.» -But the Greyhound in the leash hung back, This just reproof the prosperous

Dane And checked him in his leap.

Drew, from the influx of the Main,

For some whose rugged northern mouths would straia The Boy is in the arms of Wharf,

At oriental flattery; And strangled by a merciless force;

And Canute (truth more worthy to be known) For never more was young Romilly seen

From that time forth did for his brows disown Till he rose a lifeless Corse.

The osientatious symbol of a Crown;

Esteeming earthly royalty
Now there is stillness in the Vale,

Contemptible and vain.
And deep unspeaking sorrow:
Wharf shall be to pitying hearts

Now hear what one of elder days,
A name more sad than Yarrow.

Rich theme of England's fondest praise,

ller darling Alfred, might have spoken; If for a Lover the Lady wept,

To cheer the remnant of bis host A solace she might borrow

When he was driven from coast to coast, From death, and from the passion of death; Distressed and harassed, but with mind unbroken : Old Wharf might heal her sorrow.

« My faithful Followers, lo! the tide is spent;

That rose, and steadily advanced to fill She weeps not for the wedding-day

The shores and channels, working Nature's will Which was to be to-morrow :

Among the mazy streams that backward went, ller hope was a farther-looking hope,

And in the sluggish pools where ships are pent : And hers is a Mother's sorrow.

And now, its task performed, the Flood stands still

At the green base of many an inland hill, 1 He was a Tree that stood alone,

In placid beauty and sublime content! And proudly did its branches wave;

Such the repose that Sage and Hero find; And the Root of this delightful Tree

Such measured rest the sedulous and good Was in her Husband's grave!

Of humbler pame; whose souls do, like the flood

Of Ocean, press right on; or gently wind, Long, long in darkness did she sit,

Neither to be diverted nor withstood, And her first words were, « Let there be

Until they reach the bounds by Heaven assigned.» In Bolloy, on the field of Wharf, A stately Priory!»

« A little onward lend thy guiding hand The stately Priory was reared;

To these dark steps, a little further on!» And Wharf, as he moved along,

- What trick of memory to my voice hath brought To Matins joined a mournful voice,

This mournful iteration? For though Time, Nor failed at Even-song.

| The Conqueror, crowns the Conquered, on this brow

Planting his favourite silver diadem,
And the Lady prayed in heaviness

Nor he, nor minister of his-intent
That looked not for relief!

To run before him, hath enrolled me yet,
Bat slowly did her succour come,

Though not unmenaced, among those who lean
and a patience to her grief.

Upon a living staff, with borrowed sight..

-O my Antigone, beloved child!
Oh! there is never sorrow of heart

Should that day come-but bark! the birds salute
That shall lack a timely end,

The cheerful dawn, brightening for me the east;
If but to God we turn, and ask

For me, thy natural Leader, once again
Of Him to be our Friend!

Impatient to conduct thee, not as erst
A tottering Infant, with compliant stoop

From flower to flower supported; but to curb 1 A FACT, AND AN IMAGINATION; Thy nymph-like step swift-bounding o'er the lawn,

Along the loose rocks, or the slippery verge

of foaming torrent. - From thy orisons i The Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair,

Come forth; and, while the morning air is yet | Hustering a face of haughty sovereignty,

Transparent as the soul of innocent youth,

The anxieties of human love, And earth's precarious days.

Let me, they happy Guide, now point lloy way,
And now precede thee, winding to and fro,
Till we by perseverance gain the top
Of some smooth ridge, whose brink precipitous
Kindles intense desire for

powers withheld
From this corporeal frame; whereon who stands,
Is seized with strong incitement to push forth
His arms, as swimmers use, and plunge-dread thought!
For pastime plunge-into the « abrupt abyss,»
Where Ravens spread their plumy vans, at ease!

But list!-though winter storms be nigh,
Unchecked is that soft harmony:
There lives Who can provide
For all bis creatures; and in Him,
Even like the radiant Seraphim,
These Choristers confide.

And yet more gladly thee would I conduct
Througlı woods and spacious forests,—to behold
There, how the Original of human art,
Heaven-prompted Nature, mcasures and erects
lier temples, fearless for the stately work,
Though waves in every breeze its high-arched roof,
And storms the pillars rock. But we such schools
Of reverential awe will chictly seek
In the still summer noon, while beams of light,
Reposing here, and in the aisles beyond
Traceably gliding through the dusk, recall
To mind the living presences of Nuns;

gentle, pensive, white-robed sisterhood,
Whose saintly radiance mitigates the gloom
Of those terrestrial fabrics, where they serve,
To Christ, the Sun of Righteousness, espoused.

DEPARTING Summer hath assumed

aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of Spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fude,
A timely caroling.

No faint and hesitating trill,
Such tribute as to Winter chill
The lonely redbreast pays !
Clear, Joud, and lively is the din,
From social warblers gathering in
Their harvest of sweet lays.

Now also shall the page of classic lore, To these glad eyes from bondage freed, again Lic open; and the book of Holy Writ, Again unfolded, passage clear shall yield

more glorious still, and into shades More awful, where advancing hand in hand We may be taught, 0 Darling of my care! To calm the affections, elevate the soul, And consecrate our lives to truth and love.

Nor doth the example fail to cheer
Me, conscious that

leaf is

And yellow on the bough:-
Fall, rosy garlands, from my head !
Ye myrtle wreaths, your fragrance sheil
Around a younger brow!

To hici

Yet will I temperately rejoice;
Wide is the range, and free the choice
Of undiscordant themes;
Which, haply, kindred souls may prize
Not less than veroal ecstasies,
And passiov's feverish dreams.

SEPTEMBER, 1819. The sylvan slopes with corn-clad ficlds Are hung, as if with golden shields, Bright trophies of the sun! Like a fair sister of the sky, Unruffed doth the blue Lake lie, The Mountains looking on.

For deathless powers to verse belong,
And they like Demi-gods are strong
On whom the Muses smile ;
But some their function have disclaimed,
Best pleased with what is aptliest framed
To enervate and defile.

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With finest touch of passion swayed ller own Eolian Jute.

O ye who patiently explore
The wreck of Herculanean lore,
What rapture! could ye seize
Some Theban fragment, or unroll
One precious, tender-hearted scroll
Of pure Simonides.

That were, indeed, a genuine birth
Of poesy; a bursting forth
Of Genius from the dust :
What Horace gloried to behold,
What Maro loved, shall we enfold ?
Cao haughty Time be just !

Unharnessed, naked, troops of Moorish horse
Sweep to the charge ; more high, the Dacian force,
To hoof and finger mailed ;-yet, high or low,
None bleed, and none lie prostrate but the foe;
In every Roman, through all turns of fate,
Is Roman dignity inviolate ;
Spirit in Dim pre-eminent, who guides,
Supports, adorns, and over all presides;
Distinguished only by inherent State
From honoured Instruments that round him wait;
Rise as he may, his grandeur scorns the test
Of outward symbol, nor will deign to rest
On aught by which another is deprest.'

- Alas! that One thus disciplined could toil
To enslave whole Nations on their native soil ;
So emulous of Macedonian fame,
That, when his age was measured with bis aim,
He drooped, 'mid else unclouded victories,
And turned his eagles back with deep-drawn sighs ;
O weakness of the Great ! O folly of the Wise!

Where now the havchty Empire that was spread With such fond hope ? hier very speech is dead; Yet glorious Art the sweep of Time defies, And Trajan still, through various enterprise, Hounds, in this fine illusion, tow'rd the skies : Suill are we present with the imperial Chief, Nor cease to gaze upon the bold Relief Till Rome, to silent marble unconfined, Becomes with all her years a vision of the Mind.

THE PILLAR OF TRAJAN. WheBe Towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds O'er mutilated arcbes shed their seeds; And Temples, doomed to milder change, unfold A new magoificence ibat vies with old; Firm in its pristine majesty hath stood A votive column, spared by fire and flood; And, though the passions of Man's freiful race Ilave never ceased to eddy round its base, Not injured more by touch of meddling hands Than a lone Obelisk, 'mid Nubian sands, Or aught in Syrian deserts left to save, From death the memory of the Good and Brave. Historic figures round the shaft embost Ascend, with lineaments in air not lost : Sull as he turns, the charmed Spectator sees Group winding after group with dream-like case ; , Triumphs in sunbright gratisule displayed, Or softly stealing into modest shade. -So, pleased with purple clusters to entwine Some lofty elm-tree, mounts the daring vine ; The woodbine so, with spiral grace, and breathes Wide-spreading odours from her flowery wreaths.


Borne by the Musc from rills in shepherds' ears Murmuring but one smooth story for all years, I gladly commune with the mind and heart Of him wlio tbus survives by classic art, His actions wilocss, venerate his mien, And study Trajan as by Pliny seen; Bebold low fought the Chief whose conquering sworu Stretched far as Earthi might own a single lord; In the delight of moral prudence schooled, llow feelingly at home the Sovereign ruled; Lest of the good-io Pagan faith allied lo more than Man, by virtue deilied.

(SEE PLUTARCH.) Fair is the Swan, whose majesty, prevailing O'er breezeless water, on Locarno's lake, Bears him on while proudly sailing He leaves beliiod a moop-illumined wake : Behold! the manuling spirit of reserve Fashions his neck into a goodly curve; An arch thrown back between luxuriant wings Of whitest garniturc, like fir-tree boughs To which, on some unruftled morning, clings A flaky weight of winter's purest snows! --Behold !-as with a gushing impulse heaves That downy prow, and softly cleaves The mirror of the crystal tlood, Vanish inverted bill, and shadowy wood, And pendant rocks, where'er, in gliding state, Winds the mute Creature without visible Male Or rival, save the Queen of night Showering down a silver ligbe, From heaven, upon her chosen favourite!

Memorial Pillar! 'mid the wrecks of Time Preserve thy charge with confidence sublimeThe exultations, pomps, and cares of Rome, Whence half the breathing world received its doom ; Things that recoil from language; that, if shewn Isy aptes pencil, from the light had flown. A Ponuff, Trajan here the Gods implores, There greets an Embassy from Jodian shores; Lo! be harangues his cohorts--there the storm Of battle meets lui in authentic form!

So pure, so bright, so fitted to embrace,
Where'er he turned, a natural grace
Of haughtiness without pretence,
And 10 unfold a still magnificence,
Was priocely Dion, in the power
And beauty of his happier hour.
Nor less the homage that was seen to wait
On Dion's virtues, when the lunar beam
Of Plato's genius, from its lofty sphere,

" See Forsvib.

Spear and

Fell round him in the grove of Academe,

Like Auster whirling to and fro,
Softening their inbred dignity austere ;-

His force on Caspian foam to try;
That he, not too elate

Or Boreas when he scours the snow
With self-sufficing solitude,

That skins the plains of Thessaly,
But with majestic lowliness endued,

Or when aloft on Mænalus he stops
Might in the universal bosom reigu,

His flight, mid eddying pine-tree tops!
And from affectionate observance gain
Help, under every change of adverse fate.

So, but from coil less sigo of profit reaping,

The sullen Spectre to her purpose bowed, Five thousand warriors-0 the rapturous day!

Sweeping-vehemently sweepingEach crowned with flowers, and armed with

No pause admitted, no design avowed ! shield,

« Avaunt, inexplicable Guest!-avaunt,»

Exclaimed the Chieftain-« Let me rather see
Or ruder weapon which their course might yield,
To Syracuse advance in bright array.

The coronal that coiling vipers make;
Who leads them on ?- The anxious People see

The torch that flames with many a lurid dake, Long-exiled Dion marching at their head,

And the long train of doleful pageantry He also crowned with flowers of Sicily,

Which they behold, whom vengeful Furies haunt; And in a white, far-beaming, corslet clad!

Who, while they struggle from the scourge to llee,

Move where the blasted soil is not unworn,
Pure transport undisturbed by doubt or fcar
The Gazers feel; and, rushing to the plain,

And, in their anguish, bear whatother minds þave borte!
Salute those Strangers as a holy train
Or blest procession (to the Immortals dear)

But Shapes that come not at an carthly call, That brought their precious liberty again.

Will not depart when mortal voices bid; Lo! when the gates are entered, on each band,

Lords of the visionary Eye whose lid

Once raised, remains agliast and will not fall!
Down the long street, rich goblets filled with wine

Ye Gods, thought He, that servile Implement
In seemly order stand;
On tables set, as if for rites divine ;-

Obeys a mystical intent!

Your Minister would brush away
And, as the great Deliverer marches by,
He looks on festal ground with fruits bestrown;

The spots that to my soul adhere;
And flowers are on his person thrown

but should she labour night and day, In boundless prodigality;

They will not, cannot disappear;
Nor doth the general voice abstain from prayer,

Whence angry perturbations, and that look
Invoking Dion's tutelary care,

Which no Philosophy can brook!
As if a very Deity he were !

IIl-fated Chief! there are whose hopes are built

Upon the ruins of thy Glorious name; Mourn, hills and groves of Attica! and mourn

Wbo, through the portal of one momcot's guilt, Illyssus, bending o'er thy classic urn!

Pursue thee with their deadly aim! Mourn, and lament for him whose spirit dreads

( matchless perfidy! portentous lust Your once-sweet memory, studious walks and shades !

Of monstrous crime!--that horror-striking blade, For him who to divinity aspired,

Drawn in defiance of the Gods, hath laid Not on the breath of popular applause,

The noble Syracusan low in dust! But through dependence on the sacred laws

Shudder the walls—the marble city weplFramed in the schools where Wisdom dwelt retired,

And sylvan places heaved a pensive sigh; Intent to trace the ideal path of right

But in calm peace the appointed Victim slept, (More fair than heaven's broad causeway paved with As he had fallen iu magnanimity: stars)

Of spirit loo capacious lo require Which Dion learned to measure with delight;

That Destiny her course should change; 100 just But he hath overleaped the eternal bars;

To his owo native greatness to desire And, following guides whose craft holds no consent

That wretched boon, days lengthened by mistrust. With auclit that brcatbes the ethereal element,

So were the hopeless troubles, that involved Hath stained the robes of civil power with blood, The soul of Dion, instautly dissolved. Unjustly shed, though for the public good.

Released from life and cares of princely state, Whence doubts that came too late, and wishes vain, lle left this moral crafted on his Fate, Hollow excuses, and triumphant pain;

« Him only pleasure leads, and peace attends, And oft his cogitations sink as low

Him, only him, the shield of Jove defends, As, through the abysses of a joyless heart,

Wlose means are fair and spotless as his ends. »
The leaviest plummet of despair can go ;
But whence that sudden check ? that fearful start!

He lears an uncouth sound
Anon his lifted eyes

Saw at a long-drawn gallery's dusky bound,
A Shape of inore than mortal size

A pen-10 register; a key-
And hideous aspect, stalking round and round !

That winds through secret wards;
A woman's garb the Phantom wore,

Are well assiqued to Memory
And fiercely swept the marble floor, -

Riy allegoric Cards.

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