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| will come hither with my Paramour;
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o o blood I have no ready arts:
o o old. * in summer shade
* A simple song for thinking hearts.
I'll build a Pleasure-house upon this spot, As I from Hawes to Richmond did repair,
Aplace of love for Damsels that are coy. And one, not four yards distant near a Well.
in the summer-time when days are long, I looked upon the hill both far and near,
More doleful place did never eye survey;
I stood in various thoughts and fancies lost,
The Shepherd stopped, and that same story told
You see these lifeless Stumps of aspen wood–
The Arbour does its own condition tell;
There's neither dog nor heifer, horse nor sheep,
Some say that here a murder has been done,
What thoughts must through the Creature's brain have past!
Even from the topmost Stone, upon the Steep,
Are but three bounds—and look, Sir, at this last
High in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,
“From Town to Town from Tower to Tower, The Red Rose is a gladsome flower. Her thirty years of winter past, The Red Rose is revived at last; She lifts her head for endless spring, For everlasting blossoming: Both Roses flourish, Red and White, In love and sisterly delight The two that were at strife are blended, And all old troubles now are ended. — Joy Joy to both but most to her Who is the Flower of Lancaster! Behold her how She smiles to-day On this great throng, this bright array! Fair greeting doth she send to all From every corner of the Hall; But, chiefly 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 it was proved in Bosworth-field. Not long the Avenger whs withstood — Earth helped him with the cry of blood:" St George was for us, and the might Of blessed Angels crowned the right. Loud voice the Land has uttered forth, We loudest in the faithful North: Our Fields rejoice, our Mountains ring, Our Streams proclaim a welcoming : Our Strong-abodes and Castles see The glory of their loyalty.
“How glad is Skipton at this hour— Though she is but a lonely Tower! To vacancy and silence left; Of all her guardian sons berest; Knight, Squire, or Yeoman, Page or Groom: We have them at the feast of Brough'm. How glad Pendragon — though the sleep Of years be on her – She shall reap A taste of this great pleasure, viewing As in a dream her own renewing. Rejoiced is Brough, right glad I deem Beside her little humble Stream ; And she that keepeth watch and ward Her statelier Eden's course to guard; They both are happy at this hour, Though each is but a lonely Tower: But here is perfect joy and pride For one fair house by Emont's side, This day distinguished without peer To see her Master and to cheer Him, and his Lady Mother dear!
* See Note.
*This line is from the “The Battle of Bosworth Field." to Sir John Beaumont (brother to the Dramatist), whose poetreat" written with much spirit, elegance, and harmony: and have deservedly been reprinted lately in Chalmer's CollectionEnglish Poets.
"Oh! it was a time forlorn When the fatherless was bornGive her wings that she may fly, Or she sees her infant die! Swords that are with slaughter wild Hunt the Mother and the Child? Who will take them from the light! —Yonder is a Man in sight— Yonder is a House — but where? No, they must not enter there. To the Caves, and to the Brooks, To the Clouds of Heaven she looks; She is speechless, but her eyes Pny in ghostly agonies. Blissful Mary, Mother mild, Maid and Mother undefiled, Save a Mother and her Child
"Now who is he that bounds with joy Oh Castock's side, a Shepherd Boy! \o though's hath he but thoughts that pass light as the wind along the grass. "in this be He who hither came hotel, like a smothered flame! "" whom such thankful tears were shed * Heller and a poor Man's bread: "Wes the Child; and God hath willed To the dear words should be fulfilled, The lady's words, when forced away The last she to her Babe did say, 'My own, my own, thy Fellow-guest I may not be; but rest thee, rest, Fr lowly Shepherd's life is best!"
"Alis' when evil men are strong No life is good, no pleasure long. * By must part from Mosedale's Groves, * leave Blencathra's rugged Coves, * Til the flowers that summer brings "Glendenmakin's lofty springs; > "it wanish, and his careless cheer Be one. to heaviness and fear. Fo Sir Lancelot Threlkeld praise! Hat it, good Man, old in days: Thou Tree of covert and of rest For this young Bird that is distrest; Among thy branches safe he lay, * he was flee to sport and play, When floons were abroad for prey.
...” Harp that sings of fear " **iness in Clifford's ear
lso when evil Men are strong,
: life is good, no pleasure long,
* * cowardly untruth: "Clifford was a happy Youth, And thankfill through a weary time,
hat brought him "P to manhood's prime.
– Again he wanders forth at will, And tends a Flock from hill to hill: His garb is humble; ne'er was seen Such garb with such a noble mien; Among the Shepherd-grooms no Mate Hath he, a Child of strength and state: Yet lacks not friends for solemn glee, And a cheerful company, That learned of him submissive ways; And comforted his private days. To his side the Fallow-deer Came, and rested without fear; The Eagle, Lord of land and sea, Stooped down to pay him fealty; And both the undying fish that swim Through Bowscale Tarn did wait on him;” The Pair were servants of his eye In their immortality; They moved about in open sight, To and fro, for his delight. He knew the Rocks which Angels haunt On the Mountains visitant; He hath kenned them taking wing: And the Caves where Faeries sing He hath entered; and been told By Voices how men lived of old. Among the Heavens his eye can see Face of thing that is to be; And, if Men report him right, He could whisper words of might. — Now another day is come, Fitter hope, and nobler doom; He hath thrown aside his Crook, And hath buried deep his Book; Armour rusting in his Halls On the blood of Clifford calls; +– “Quell the Scot,’ exclaims the Lance— Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield – Tell thy name, thou trembling Field; Field of death where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory ! Happy day and mighty hour, When our Shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed, with lance and sword, To his Ancestors restored
• It is imagined by the people of the country that there are two immortal Fish, inhabitants of this Tarn, which lies in the mountains not far from Threlkeld. —Blencathara, mentioned before, is the old and proper name of the mountain vulgarly called Saddle-back.
+ The martial character of the Cliffords is well known to the readers of English history; but it may not be improper here to say, by way of comment on these lines and what follows, that besides several others who perished in the same manner. the four immediate Progenitors of the Person in whose hearing this is supposed to be spoken, all died in the Field.
Like a re-appearing Star,
Alas ! the fervent harper did not know
Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie;
In him the savage virtue of the Race,
Glad were the Wales, and every cottage hearth;
Yes, it was the mountain Echo,
Hears not also mortal Life
Have not We too !—yes, we have Answers, and we know not whence, Echoes from beyond the grave, Recognised intelligence:
Often as thy inward ear
TO A SKY-LARK.
EthereAl Minstrel! Pilgrim of the sky
Nor Traveller gone from Earth the Heavens to espy:
OH ! pleasant exercise of hope and joy!
*This, and the Extract, page 80, and the first Piece of the Class, are from the unpublished Poem of which some atonio is given in the presace to the Excursion.
o, (As at some moment might not be unfelt o Among the bowers of paradise itself) * The building rose above the rose full blown. * What Temper at the prospect did not wake * Thappiness unthought of: The inert * Wereroused, and lively Nature rapt away ! They who had fed their childhood upon dreams, The playfellows of fancy, who had made * A powers of swiftness, subtilty and strength * Their ministers, - who in lordly wise had stirred * ALng the grandest objects of the sense, And dealt with whatsoever they found there As if they had within some lurking right To wield it;-they, too, who of gentle mood, lad watched all gentle motions, and to these lid fitted their own thoughts, schemers more mild, to And in the region of their peaceful selves; — Now was it that both found, the Meek and Lofty F- Did both find helpers to their heart's desire, ... And suf at hand, plastic as they could wish; l Were called upon to exercise their skill, * \sin Utopia, subterranean Fields, o: "ome secreted Island, Heaven knows where: • *n the very world, which is the world - "all of us-the place where in the end "flour happiness, or not at all!"
How beautiful! yet none knows why
Fays — Genii of gigantic size —
Cold though your nature be, 'tis pure;
For day-dreams soft as eler beguiled
(SEQUEL to the Above.)
[Addressed to a Friend; the Gold and Silver Fishes having been removed to a pool in the pleasure-ground of Rydal Mount.)
“The liberty of a people consists in being governed by laws which they have made for themselves, under whatever form it be of government, The liberty of a private man, in being mas ter of his own time and actions, as far as may consist with the laws of God and of his countrey. Of this latter we are here to discourse.”—CowLEY.
Those breathing Tokens of your kind regard,