Ir thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven, Then, to the measure of that heaven-born light, And they that from the zenith dart their beams, (Visible though they be to half the earth, Though half a sphere be conscious of their brightness) Are yet of no diviner origin, No purer essence, than the one that burns, Like an untended watch-fire, on the ridge Of some dark mountain; or than those which seem Humbly to hang, like twinkling winter lamps, Among the branches of the leafless trees; All are the undying offspring of one Sire: CONTENTS. Remembrance of Collins, composed upon the Thames near Richmond Descriptive Sketches taken during a Pedestrian Tour among the Alps Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree, which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite, on a desolate part of the Shore, commanding a beautiful Prospect |