Be gracious as the music and the bloom 1807. XI. UPON THE SIGHT OF A BEAUTIFUL PICTURE. (Painted by Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart.) PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could stay Yon cloud, and fix it in that glorious shape; Nor would permit the thin smoke to escape, Nor those bright sunbeams to forsake the day; Which stopped that band of travellers on their way, Ere they were lost within the shady wood; Do serve with all their changeful pageantry; 1811. XII. TO B. R. HAYDON, ESQ. HIGH is our calling, Friend!—Creative Art (Whether the instrument of words she use, Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues,) Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, Brook no continuance of weak-mindedness- 1815. XIII. NOVEMBER I. How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright Shines like another sun-on mortal sight tread, Who now would If so he might, yon mountain's glittering head Terrestrial-but a surface, by the flight Of sad mortality's earth-sullying wing, Powers Nor shall the aërial Dissolve that beauty-destined to endure, White, radiant, spotless, exquisitely pure, Through all vicissitudes-till genial Spring Has filled the laughing vales with welcome flowers. 1815. XIV. 66 WEAK IS THE WILL OF MAN, HIS "WEAK is the will of Man, his judgment blind; Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays; Imagination lofty and refined; 'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind. XV. "HAIL, TWILIGHT, SOVEREIGN OF ONE PEACEFUL HOUR." HAIL, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour! Not dull art Thou as undiscerning Night; To the rude Briton, when, in wolf-skin vest seen By him was The self-same Vision which we now behold, forth; These mighty barriers, and the gulf between ; 1815. XVI. "BROOK! WHOSE SOCIETY THE POET SEEKS." BROOK! whose society the Poet seeks And whom the curious Painter doth pursue Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks, And tracks thee dancing down thy waterbreaks; 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 shouldst 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. 1815. XVII. 66 SURPRISED BY JOY-IMPATIENT AS THE WIND." SURPRISED by joy-impatient as the Wind But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, power, Even for the least division of an hour, |