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And near the fountain, flowers of stature tall
And thither, when the summer-days were long,
The Knight, Sir Walter, died in course of time,
PART II. The moving accident is not my trade, To freeze the blood I have no ready arts : 'T is my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
As I from Hawes to Richmond did repair,
What this imported I could ill divine:
The trees were grey, with neither arms nor head;
I look'd upon the hill both far and near,
I stood in various thoughts and fancies lost,
The Shepherd stopp'd, and that same story told
«You see these lifeless Stumps of aspen woodSome say that they are beeches, others elmsThese were the Bower: and here a mansion stood, The finest palace of a hundred realms !
« The Arbour does its own condition tell;
« Some say that here a murder has been done,
What thoughts must through the Creature's brain bave
« In April here beneath the scented thorn
SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE,
UPON THE RESTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD, THE
Henry Lord Clifford, etc. etc., who is the subject of this poem. was the son of John Lord Clifford, who was slain at Towton Field. which John Lord Clifford, as is known to the Reader of English llis
« There's neither dog por heifer, horse nor sheep,
a From Town to Town, from Tower to Tower, Behold her how She smiles to-day
On this great throng, this bright array !
. Fair greeting doth she send to all
every corner of the llall;
But, chicfly, from above the Board
Where sits in state our rightful Lord,
A Clifford to his own restored !
« They came with banner, spear, and shield; And all old troubles low are ended.
And it was proved in Bosworth-field.
Not long the Avenger was withstood -
Earth helped him with the cry of blood :'
St George was for us, and the might tory, was the person who after the battle of Wakefield slew, in the
Of blessed Angels crowned the right. persult, the young Earl of Rutlaud, son of the Duke of York, wbo has falleu iu ibe hartlo, in part of revenge (say the Authors of
Loud voice the Land has uttered forth, the listory of Cumberland and Westmorla:d); for the Earl's Fa- We loudest in the faithful North : ther had slain his.. A deed which wortbily blemisbed the author
Our Fields rejoice, our Mountains ring, (saish Speed); hat who, as he odds, dare promise any thing tem
Our Streams proclaim a welcoming; gerat of time in the beat of martial fury? chiefly, when it was Faulved not to leave any braocb of the York line standing; for so
Our Strong-abodes and Castles see Bakech this Lord 10 speak,. This, no doubt, I would observe The glory of their loyaliy. by the longe, was an avion sufficiently in the vindictive spirit of the u, bod yet not altogether so bad as represented; for tho Ear!
« Ilow glad is Skipton at this hourWas Bocbill, as some writers would bave him, but able to lear
Though she is but a lonely Tower! artan, being sixteca or seventeen years of age, as is evident from Ibis (say ibe Nervoirs of the Countess of Potabroke, who was lau
To vacancy and silence left; daily ansious to wipe away, as far as could be, this sti; ma from Of all her guardian sons bereftthHlasirious name to which she was born), that he was the next Knight, Squire, or Yeoman, Page or Grooin; (bild to Nin: Edward ibe Fourth, which his mother had by Ricbard
We have them at the Feast of Brough'm, Duke of York, and that king was thin cixbteen years of age: and for thu amall distance betwist lier Childrun, see Austin Vincent in
llow glad Pendragon-though the sleep bolel of Subiliis, page 622, where he writes of thom all. It may Of years be on her!-She shall reap further be observed, that Lord Chifford, who was thon himself only A taste of this great pleasure, viewing waty-two years of age, bad been a leading Man and Commander,
As in a dream her owu renewing. two or three years together in bo army of Lancaster, before this tim; and, therefore, would be less likely to think that th: Earl of
Rejoiced is Brough, right glad I deem latland might be entitled to merey froin bis youth.-But, indepen
Beside her little humble Stream; Jest of this art, at bext a cruel and savage one, the Family of Clif- And she that keepeth watch and ward lord bad dose enough to draw upon them the vchement hatred of Her statelier Eden's course to guard; ibor House of York; so that after the Battle of Towton there was no hope for them but in flight and concealment. lleory, the sub
They both are happy at this hour, jex1 ufibo Por, was deprived of bis estate and honours during tlie Though each is but a lonely Tower :ace of twenty-four years; all wbieb time he lived as a shepherd But here is perfect joy and pride in Yorkshire, or in Cumberland, wbere ibe estate of his father-in
For one fair House by Emont's side, law (Sir Locelot Threlkeld) lay. He was restored to his estate and
This day distinguished without peer bubours in the first year of Henry the Seveoil. It is recorded that,
ben called 10 parliament, he Lebaved nobly and wisely; but To see her Master and to cheer; ohrwise be seldom to London or the Court; and rather de
Him, and bis Lady Mother dear! fighted to live in the country, where he repaired suveral of his Casiles, abub had gone to de ay during the late troutiles.. Tbas far
« Oh! it was a time forlorn is bietly collected from Nicholson and Buru; au I coadu, from
When the Fatherless was bornmy own knowledge, that there is a tradition current in the villago Threeld and its neighbourhood, his principal retreat, that, in
Give her wings that she may fly, ih course of his shepbered-life, he bad equired great astronomi
Or she sees her Infant die! callsoulade. I cannot conclude this nute without addin ja sord
Swords that are with slaughter wild *pos ibe subject of those audierous and poble feudal Edifices, spo
Bunt the Moiher and the Child.
Who will take them from the light?
Yonder is a House—but where ? mere rebuilt in the civil wars of Charles the first they were again
No, they must not enter there. laid waste, and agaio restored almost to their former magoiticence buy the culebrated Lady Anne Clifford, Countes. of Pembroke, etc.
To the Caves, and to the Brooks, Not more than twenty-five years after ibis was done, when To the Clouds of Heaven she looks; be estairs of Clifford had passed into the family of Toftoa, three
She is speechless, but her eyes of threr Cantles, namely, Brough, I'rougbam, and Pendragon, were
Pray in gliostly agonies. I demolished, and the timber and other materials sold by Thomas Eur!
of Tband. We will hope that, when thin onder was issued, ib. Eur Blissful Mary, Mother mild, I bad not consulted ibe text of luaiah, 58th chapter, 12th Verse, 10 Maid and Mother undefiled, I wbic tbe inscriptios placed over i be cate of Peodragon Castle, by
Save a Mother and her Child ! i be seentese of Pembroke (I believe this Grandmother) at the time she repairelthul struturo, refers Ibe reader. And they that shall
Now Who is he that bounds with joy ! be of the skill twill the old waste pluces ; thou shalt ruise up the livescotas el muny generations : anul thou shalt he called the repairer Ou Carrock's side, a Shepherd Boy?
time breach, the restorer of paths to duell in. The Earl of Thaner, I've preveel possessor of the Estates, witb a duu respect for the me This line is from the battle of Bosworth Field Ly Sir Jolie
of his ancestors, and a proper wone of the value and beauty Beaumont (Brother to the Dramatist), whose poems are written with of tires remaior of antiquity, bas (I am told) civen orders that much spirit, elegance, and harmony; and have deservedly been rethey shall be preserved from all depredations.
printed fately in Chalmers's Collection of English Poets.
No thoughts hath he but thoughts that pass
He hath eptered, and been told Light as the wind along the grass.
By Voices how Men lived of old. Can this be He who hither came
Among the Heavens his eye can see In secret, like a smothered flame ?
Face of thing that is to be; O'er whom such thankful tears were shed
And, if Men report him right, For shelter, and a poor Man's bread!
He could whisper words of might. God loves the Child; and God hatha willed
-Now another day is come, That those dear words should be fulfilled,
Fitter hope, and nobler doom : The Lady's words, when forced away,
He hath thrown aside his Crook, The last she to her Babe did say,
And hath buried deep his Book; My own, my own, thy Fellow-guest
Armour rusting in his Halls I may not be; but rest thce, rest,
On the blood of Clifford calls; For lowly Shepherd's life is best!'
Quell the Scot,' exclaims the Lance
Bear me to the heart of France, « Alas! when evil men are strong
Is the longing of the ShieldNo life is good, no pleasure long.
Tell thy name, thou trembling Field; The Boy must part from Mosedale's Groves,
Field of death, where'er thou be, And leave Blencathara's rugged Coves,
Groan thou with our victory! And quit the Flowers that Summer brings
Happy day, and mighty hour, To Glenderamakia's lofty springs;
When our Sheplierd, in his power, Must vanish, and his careless cheer
Mailed and horsed, with lance and sword, Be turned to heaviness and fear.
To bis Ancestors restored, - Give Sir Lancelot Threlkeld praise !
Like a re-åppearing Star, Hear it, good Man, old in days !
Like a glory from afar,
First shall head the Flock of War!»
Alas! the fervent Harper did not know
That for a tranquil Soul the Lay was framed, When Falcons were abroad for prey.
Who, long compelled in humble walks to go, « A recreant Harp, that sings of fear
Was softened into feeling, soothed, and tamed.
Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie;
llis daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, A weak and cowardly untruth !
The silence that is in the starry sky,
The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
In him the savage Virtue of the Race,
Revenge, and all ferocious thoughts were dead: And tends a Flock from hill to hill:
Nor did he change; but kept in lofty place
The wisdom which adversity had bred.
Glad were the Vales, and every cottage hearth;
The Shepherd Lord was honoured more and more : Yet lacks not friends for solemn glee,
And, ages after he was laid in earth, And a cheerful company,
« The Good Lord Clifford» was the oame he bore.
Yes, it was the mountain Echo,
Solitary, clear, profound,
Answering to the shouting Cuckoo, Stooped down to pay him fealty;
Giving to her sound for sound ! And both the undying Fish that swim
Unsolicited reply Through Bowscale-Tarn' did wait on him,
To a babbling wanderer sent; The pair were Servants of his eye
Like her ordinary cry,
Like-but oh how different!
Hears not also mortal Life 1
Hear not we, unthinking Creatures ! On the Mountains visitant;
Slaves of Folly, Love, or Strife, He hath kenned them taking wing:
Voices of two different Natures ? And the Caves where Faeries sing
" The martial character of the Cliffords is well known in the reside "It is imagined by the people of the country, that there are two e 's of Englisb History, but it may not be improper bere to ev, by immorial Fish, inbabitants of this Tarn, which lies in the moun
way of comment on these lines and what follows, bat, besides se tains not far from Threlkeld.-Bleacaibara, mentioned before, is veral others wbo perisbed in the same manner, the foer immediate tha old and proper name of the mountain ralzarly called Sadulo Progenitors of the Person in whose hearing this is supposed to be back.
spoken, all died in the field.
Have not We too ?--yes, we have Answers, and we know not whence ; Echoes from beyond the grave, Recognized intelligence?
Such rebounds our inward ear
TO A SKY-LARK. ETHEREAL Miastrel! Pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or, while the wings aspire, are beart and eye Doth with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Tly nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still! To ibe last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring Warbler! that love-prompted strain, (Twixt thee and thine a never failing bond) Thrills not the less ibe bosom of the plain : Yet miyhist thou scem, proud privilege! to sing All independent of the leafy spring.
Of custom, law, and statute, took at once
| Leave to the Nightingale her shady wood;
A privacy of glorious light is ibine ;
THE PASS OF KIRKSTONE.
Ti is no Spirit who from Heaven haih tlowp,
A startling recollection to my mind
Who dare lo step beyond their natural race,
Wirun the mind strong fancies work,
| AS IT APPEARED TO ENTHUSIASTS AT ITS COMMENCE
MENT,' REPRINTED FROM THE FRIEND. »
For mighty were ibe Auxiliars, which then stood
"This, sed the Extract, page aa, and i ho frst Pieco of this Class, are from the anpablished Poem of whicb some account is givu in tt Prelace to ibe Escension.
Ye plough-shares sparkling on the slopes!
Lawns, houses, chattels, groves, and ficlds,
List to those shriller notes !--that march
My Soul was grateful for delight That wore a tlıreatening hrow; A veil is lifted-can she slight The scene that opens now! Though habitation none appear, The greenness tells, man must be there; The shelter--that the perspective Is of the clime in which we live; Where Toil pursues his daily round; Where Pity sheds sweet tears, and Love, In woodbine bower or birchen grove, Inflicts his tender wound. -Who comes not hitler ne'er shall know How beautiful the world below; Nor can he guess how lightly leaps The brook adown the rocky steeps. Farewell, thou desolate Domain! Hope, pointing to the cultured Plain, Carols like a shepherd boy; And who is she?--Can that be Joy! Who, with a sunbeam for her guide, Smoothly skims the meadows wide; While Faith, from yonder opening cloud, To hill and vale proclaims aloud, « Whatc'er the weak may dread, the wicked darc, Thy los, O Man, is good, thy portion fair!»
COMPOSED UPON AN EVENING OF EXTRAORDINARY
SPLENDOUR AND BEAUTY.
Had this effulgence disappeared
No sound is uttered, - but a deep
And, if there be whom broken ties
' In these lines I am under obligation to the exquisite picture of Jacob's Dream, by Mr Alstone, now in America. It is pleasant fa make this public arknowledgmen: 10 a man of genius, wbora I base the bonour to raak among my friends.