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At wakes and fairs with wandering mounte- Dreams, books, are each a world; and banks,

sand mocks 1 books, we know, When she stands cresting the clown's head, Area substantial world, both pure and good: The crowd beneath her. Verily I think, Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh Such place to me is sometimes like a dream and blood, Or map of the whole world : thoughts, link Our pastime and our happiness will grow. by link,

[gleam There find I personal themes, a plenteous Enter through ears and eyesight, with such store ; Of all things, that at last in fear I shrink Matter wherein right voluble I am : And leap at once from the delicious stream. To which I listen with a ready ear ;

Two shall be named, pre-eminently dear

The gentle lady inarried to the Moor; PERSONAL TALK.

And heavenly Una with her milk-white

lamb. I am not one who much or oft delight

IV. To season my fireside with personal talk, — Nor can I not believe but that hereby Of friends, who live within an easy walk, Great gains are mine ; for thus I live remote Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight : From evil-speaking; rancour, never sought, And, for my chance-acquaintance, ladies ! Comes to me not : malignant truth, or lie. bright,

[stalk, Hence have I genial seasons, hence have ! Sons, mothers, maidens withering on the Smooth passions, smooth discourse, and These all wear out of me, like forms, with

joyous thought: chalk

(night, | And thus from day to day my little boat Painted on rich men's floors for one feast Rocks in its harbour, lodging peaceably. Better than such discourse doth silence long, Blessings be with them--and eternal praise, Long, barren silence, square with my desire; Who gave us nobler loves and nobler caresTo sit without emotion, hope, or aim,

The poets, who on earth have made us heirs In the loved presence of my cottage-fire, Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! And listen to the flapping of the flame, Oh! might my name be numbered among Or kettle whispering its faint undersong. theirs,

Then gladly would I end my mortal days. Yet life," you say, “is life; we have seen

TO R. B. HAYDON, ESQ. And with a living pleasure we describe ;

High is our calling, friend !-Creative art And fits of sprightly malice do but bribe

(Whether the instrument of words she use The languid mind into activity.

Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues,) Sound sense, and love itself, and mirth Demands the service of a mind and heart, and glee

Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Are fostered by the comment and the gibe." Heroically fashioned-to infuse Even be it so yet still among your tribe,

Faith in the whispers of the lonely muse, Our daily world's true worldlings, rank not

While the whole world seems adverse to me !

desert. Children are blest, and powerful; their world And oh! when nature sinks, as oft she may, More justly balanced ; partly at their feet, Through long-lived pressure of obscure And part far from them:-sweetest melodies distress, Are those that are by distance made more Still to be strenuous for the bright reward, sweet ;

seyes, And in the soul admit of no decay, Whose mind is but the mind of his own Brook no continuance of weak-mindedness, He is a slave ; the meanest we can meet ! Great is the glory, for the strife is hard !

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and see,

[lies

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FROM the dark chambers of dejection freed, Wings have we,-and as far as we can go Spurning the unprofitable yoke of care, We may find pleasure : wilderness and Rise, Gillies, rise : the gales of youth shall wood,

(mood bear Blank ocean and mere sky, support that Thy genius forward like a winged steed. Which with the lofty sanctifies the low, Though bold Bellerophon (so Jove decreed

TO THE MEMORY OF RAISLEY CALVERT.

In wrath) fell beadlong from the fields of air, From thy remonstrance would be no appeai !
Yet a rich guerdon waits on minds that dare, But to promote and fortify the weal
If aught be in them of immortal seed, of our own being, is her paramount end ;
And reason govern that audacious flight A truth which they alone shall comprehend
Which heaven-ward they direct. Then Who shrin the mischief which they cannot
droop not thou,

heal.

(bliss ; Erroneously renewing a sad vow

Peace in these feverish times is sovereign In the low dell 'mid Roslin's faded grove: Here, with no thirst but what the stream A cheerful life is wha' the muses love,

can slake, A soaring spirit is their prime delight. And startled only by the rustling brake,

Cool air I breathe ; while the unincumbered Faik prime of life! were it enough to gild By some weak aims at services assigned

mind, With ready sunbeams every straggling to gentle natures, thanks not heaven amiss.

shower; And, if an unexpected cloud should lower, Swiftly thereon a rainbow arch to build For fancy's errands,-then, from fields half-Calvert! it must not be unheard by them tilled

(flower,

Who
Gathering green weeds to mix with poppy Owed many years of early liberty.

may respect my name, that I to thee Thee might thy minions crown, and chant This care was thine when sickness did conthy power,

demn

(stem : Unpitied by the wise, all censure stilled. Ab show that worthier honours are thy That I, if frugal and severe, might stray

Thy youth to hopeless wasting, root and due ;

Where'er I liked ; and finally array Fair prime of life ! arouse the deeper heart : My temples with the muse's diadem. Confirm the spirit glorying to pursue Hence, if in freedom I have loved the truth, Some path of steep ascent and lofty aim ;

If there be aught of pure, or good, or great, And, if there be a joy that slights the claim In my past verse ; or shall be, in the lays Os grateful memory, bid that joy depart.

Of higher mood, which now I meditate,

It gladdens me, O worthy, short-lived youth! I HEARD (alas ! 'twas only in a dream) To think how much of this will be thy praise. Sirains-which, as sage antiquity believed, By waking ears have sometimes been re- SCORN not the sonnet; critic, you have

ceived Wasted adown the wind from lake or stream; Mindless of its just honours ;-with this key

frowned, A most melodious requiem, –a supreme And perfect harmony of notes, achieved

Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody By a fair swan on drowsy billows heaved,

of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's O'er which her pinions shed a silver gleam. A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound:

wound; For is she not the votary of Apollo ? And knows she not, singing as he inspires, The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf

Camöens soothed with it an exile's grief ; That bliss awaits her which the ungenial Amid the cypress with which Dante hollow *

crowned Of the dull earth partakes not, nor desires ? Mount, tuneful bird, and join the immortai His visionary brow a glow-worm lamp,

It cheered mild Spenser, called from faeryquires ! (vain to follow. land

sa damp She soared-and I awoke, -struggling in

To struggle through dark ways; and when

Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand RETIREMENT.

The thing became a trumpet, whence he If the whole weight of what we think and

blew feel

Soul-animating strains-alas, too few! Save only far as thought and feeling blend With action, were as nothing, patriot friend ! Not love, nor war, nor the tumultuous

swell * See the " Phædo" of Plato, by which this son- Of civil conflict, nor the wrecks of change, net was suggested.

Nor duty struggling with afflictions strange,

care

tear

Not these alone inspire the tuneful shell ; COMPOSED DURING A STORM.
But where untroubled peace and concord
dwell,

ONE who was suffering tumult in his soul There also is the muse not loth to range,

Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer, Watching the bluesmoke of the elmy grange,

Went forth-his course surrendering to the Skyward ascending from the twilight dell.

(prowl Meek aspirations please her, lone endea of the fierce wind, while mid-day lightnings vour,

Insidiously, untimely thunders growl ; And sage content, and placid melancholy; While trees, dim-seen, in frenzied numbers She loves to gaze upon a crystal river, Diaphanous, because it travels slowly;

The lingering remnant of their yellow hair, Soft is the music that would charm for ever ; And shivering wolves, surprised with darkThe flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly. As if the sun were not. He raised his eye

Soul-smitten-for, that instant, did appear SEPTEMBER, 1815.

Large space, 'mid dreadful clouds, of purest WHILE not a leaf seems faded, -while the sky, fields,

An azure orb-shield of tranquillity, With ripening harvest prodigally fair,

Invisible, unlooked for minister In brightest sunshine bask, -this nipping of providential goodness ever nigh! air,

(wields Sent from some distant clime where winter

TO A SNOWDROP. His icy scimitar, a foretaste yields Of bitter change-and bids the flowers Lone flower, hemmed in with snows, and beware ;

white as they, And whispers to the silent birds, "Prepare But hardier far, once more I see thee bend Against the threatening foe your trustiest Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend, shields."

Like an unbidden guest. Though day by For me, who under kindlier laws belong day,

(waylay To nature's tuneful quire, this rustling dry Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, Through leaves yet green, and yon crys. The rising sun, and on the plains descend; talline sky,

Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend Announce a season potent to renew, Whose zeal outruns his promise ! Blue-eyed 'Mid frost and snow, the instinctive joys of May song,

Shall soon behold this border thickly set And nobler cares than listless summer knew. With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing

On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers ;

Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, NOVEMBER 1.

Chaste snowdrop, venturous harbinger of How clear, how keen, how marvellously spring, bright

[head, and pensive monitor of fleeting years ! The effluence from yon distant mountain's Which, strewn with snow as smooth as

COMPOSED A FEW DAYS AFTER THE heaven can shed,

FOREGOING. Shines like another sun-on mortal sight Uprisen, as if to check approaching night, WHEN haughty expectations prostrate lie, And all her twinkling stars. Who now and grandeur crouches like a guilty thing, would tread,

[head - Oft shall the lowly weak, till nature bring If so he might, yon mountain's glittering Mature release, in fair society Terrestrial-but a surface, by the flight Survive, and fortune's utmost anger try : Of sad mortality's earth-sullying wing, Like these frail snowdrops that together Unswept, unstained ! Nor shall the aërial cling, powers

And nod their helmets smitten by the wing Dissolve that beauty-destined to endure, Of many a furious whirl-blast sweeping by. White, radiant, spotless, exquisitely pure, Observe the faithful flowers ! if small to Through all vicissitudes—till genial spring great

(to stand Have filled the laughing vales with wel. May lead the thoughts, thus struggling used come flowers.

The Emathian phalanx, nobly obstinate ;

TO LADY BEAUMONT.

And so the bright immortal Theban band, i Her spotless limbs; and ventured to explore Whom onset, fiercely urged at Jove's com- Dim shades—for reliques, upon Lethe's mand,

shore, Might overwhelm-but could not separate ! Cast up at random by the sullen wave.

To female hands the treasures were resigned ;

(clear THE stars are mansions built by nature's And lo this work !-a grotto bright and hand;

From stain or taint; in which thy blameless The sun is peopled ; and with spirits blest, mind

(austere ; Say, can the gentle moon be unpossest? May feed on thoughts though pensive not Huge ocean shows, within his yellow strand, Or, if thy deeper spirit be inclined A habitation marvellously planned, To holy musing, it may enter here. For life to occupy in love and rest ; All that we see—is dome, or vault, or nest, There is a pleasure in poetic pains Or fort, erected at her sage command.

Which only poets know,-'twas rightly said ; Is this a vernal thought? Even so, the Whom could the muses else allure to tread spring

[heart, Their smoothest paths, to wear their lightest Gave it while cares were weighing on my chains? "Mid song of bir-Is, and insects mumuring i When happiest fancy has inspired the strains, And while the youthful year's prolific art-- How oft the malice of one luckless word Of bud, leaf, blade, and flower-was Pursues the enthusiast to the social board, fashioning

Haunts him belated on the silent plains ! Abodes, where self-disturbance hath no Yet he repines not, if his thought stand clear part.

At last of hindrance and obscurity,
Fresh as the star that crowns the brow of

morn;

Bright, speckless as a softly-moulded tear LADY! the songs of spring were in the The moment it has left the virgin's eye, grove

(flowers ; Or rain-drop lingering on the pointed thorn. While I was shaping beds for winter While I was planting green unfading The shepherd, looking eastward, softly bowers,

said,

I bright !" And shrubs to hang upon the warm alcove,

Bright is thy veil, O moon, as thou ar And sheltering wall; and still, as fancy Forthwith, that little cloud, in ether spread,

(powers And penetrated all with tender light, The dream, to time and nature's blended She cast away, and showed her fulgent head I gave this paradise for winter hours,

Uncovered ; dazzling the beholder's sight A labyrinth, lady ! which your feet shall rove. As if to vindicate her beauty's right, Yes! when the sun of life more feebly shines, Her beauty thoughtlessly disparagèd. Becoming thoughts, I trust, of solemn gloom Meanwhile that veil, removed or thrown Or of high gladness you shall hither bring;

aside,

(went ; And these perennial bowers and murmur- Went floating from her, darkening as it ing pines

And a huge mass, to bury or to hide, Be gracious as the music and the bloom

Approached the glory of this firmament ; And all the mighty ravishment of spring.

Who meekly yields, and is obscured ;

content TO THE LADY MARY LOWTHER,

With one calm triumph of a modest pride. With a selection from the poems of Anne. Coun- Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful tess of Winchelsea ; and extracts of similar hour! character from other writers ; transcribed by Not dull art thou as undiscerning night : a fernale friend.

But studious only to remove from sight LADY! I rifled a Parnassian cave Day's mutable distinctions. Ancient (But seldom trod) of mildly-gleaming ore ;

power !

(lower, And culled, from sundry beds, a lucid store Thus did the waters gleam, the mountains Of genuine crystals, pure as those that pave To the rude Briton, when, in wolf-skin vest The azure brooks where Dian joys to lave Here roving wild, he laid him down to rest

wove

On the bare rock, or through a leafy bower Of a dark chamber where the mighty sleep : Looked ere his eyes were closed. "By him Far more than fancy to the influence bends was seen

When solitary nature condescends
The self-same vision which we now behold, To mimic times forlorn humanities.
At thy meek bidding, shadowy power !
brought forth ;

[tween ;

CAPTIVITY. These mighty barriers, and the gulf beThe floods,-ihe stars, --a spectacle as old As the cold aspect of a sunless way As the beginning of the heavens and earth! Strikes through the traveller's fraine with

deadlier chill. With how sad steps, O moon, thou Glistening with unparticipated ray,

Oft as appears a grove, or obvious hill, climb'st the sky, " How silently, and with how wan a face !" So joys, remembered without wish or will,

Or shining slope where he must never stray : Where art thou? Thou whom I have seen Sharpen the keenest edge of present ill, -on high

(rac ! Running among the clouds a wood-nymph's Just Heaven, contract the compass of my

On the crushed heart a heavier burthen lay. Unhappy nuns, whose common breath's

mind a sigh

[pace ! Which they would stifle, move at such a Quench those felicities whose light I find

To fit proportion with my altered state ! The northern wind, to call thee to the chase, Reflected in my bosom all too late ! Must blow to-night his bugle horn. Had Oh, be my spirit, like my thraldom, strait : The power of Merlin, goddess ! this should And, like mine eyes that stream with sorrow, be :

[riven,

blind." And the keen stars, fast as the clouds were Should sally forth, an emulous company, Sparkling, and hurrying through the clear BROOK! whose society the poet seeks blue heaven ;

(given,

Intent his wasted spirits to renew : But, Cynthia ! should to thee the palm be And whom the curious painter doth pursue Queen both for beauty and for majesty.

Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks,

(breaks ; Even as the dragon's eye that feels the stress if wish were mine some type of thee to view,

And tracks thee dancing down thy waterOf a bedimming sleep, or as a lamp Suddenly glaring through sepulchral damp, Thee, and not thee thyself, I would not do So burns yon taper 'mid a black recess

Like Grecian artists, give thee human Of mountains, silent, dreary, motionless :

cheeks, The lake below reflects it not ; the sky

Channels for tears ; no naiad shouldst thou Muffled in clouds affords no company

be,

(hairs ;

Have neither limbs, feet, feathers, joints nor To mitigate and cheer its loneliness. Yet round the body of that joyless thing,

It seems the eternal soul is clothed in thee Which sends so far its melancholy light,

With purer robes than those of flesh and Perhaps are seated in domestic ring

blood, A gay society with faces bright, [sing,

And hath bestowed on thee a better good ; Conversing, reading, laughing ;-or they

Unwearied joy, and life without its cares. While hearts and voices in the song unite.

COMPOSED ON THE BANKS OF A ROCKY MARK the concentred hazels that inclose

STREAM Yon old gray stone, protected from the ray DOGMATIC teachers of the snow-white fur ! Of noontide suns : and even the beams Ye wrangling schoolmen of the scarlet hood! that play

[blows, Who, with a keenness not to be withstood, And glance, while wantonly the rough wind Press the point home. -or falter and demur, Are seldom free to touch the moss that grows Checked in your course by many a teasing Upon that roof--amid embowering gloom burr ; The very image framing of a tomb, These natural council-seats your acrid blood In which some ancient chieftain finds repose Might cool ;-and, as the genius of the flood Among the lonely mountains.-Live, ye Stoops willingly to animate and spur trees!

[keep Each lighter function slumbering in the And thou, gray stone, the pensive likeness brain,

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