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XX. THIS, AND THE TWO FOLLOWING, WERE SUGGESTED BY MR. W.
WESTALL'S VIEWS OF THE CAVES, ETC. IN YORKSHIRE. PURE element of waters! wheresoe'er Thou dost forsake thy subterranean haunts, Green herbs, bright flowers, and berry-bearing plants, Rise into life and in thy train appear: And, through the sunny portion of the year, Swift insects shine, thy hovering pursuivants : And, if thy bounty fail, the forest pants; And hart and hind and hunter with his spear, Languish and droop together. Nor unfelt In man's perturbed soul thy sway benign; And, haply, far within the marble belt Of central earth, where tortured Spirits pine For grace and goodness lost, thy murmurs melt Their anguish,--and they blend sweet songs with thine.*
XXI. — MALHAM COVE.
- Tier under tier - this semicirque profound?
* Waters (as Mr. Westall informs us in the letter-press prefixed to his admirable views) are invariably found to flow through these caverns.
XXII. – GORDALE.
THE MONUMENT COMMONLY CALLED LONG MEG AND HER
DAUGHTERS, NEAR THE RIVER EDEN.
A WEIGHT of awe not easy to be borne
XXIV. -COMPOSED AFTER A JOURNEY ACROSS THE
HAMBLETON HILLS, YORKSHIRE. DÁRK and more dark the shades of evening fell ; The wished-for point was reached, but late the hour; And little could be gained from all that dower Of prospect, whereof many thousands tell. Yet did the glowing west in all its power Salute us ; - there stood Indian Citadel, Temple of Greece, and Minster with its tower Substantially expressed a place for bell Or clock to toll from. Many a tempting Isle, With Groves that never were imagined, lay 'Mid Seas how steadfast! objects all for the eye Of silent rapture; but we felt the while We should forget them ; they are of the sky, And from our earthly memory fade away.
And from our earthly memory fade away.”
COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPT. 3. 1803. Earth has not any thing to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
XXVII. - OXFORD, MAY 30. 1820. YE sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth! In whose collegiate shelter England's Flowers Expand – enjoying through their vernal hours The air of liberty, the light of truth; Much have ye suffered from Time's gnawing tooth, Yet, O ye Spires of Oxford! Domes and Towers ! Gardens and Groves! your presence overpowers The soberness of Reason; till, in sooth, Transformed, and rushing on a bold exchange, I slight my own beloved Cam, to range Where silver Isis leads my stripling feet ; Pace the long avenue, or glide adown The stream-like windings of that glorious street,
- An eager Novice robed in fluttering gown!
XXVIII. - OXFORD, MAY 30. 1820. SHAME on this faithless heart! that could allow Such transport
though but for a moment's space; Not while to aid the spirit of the place – The crescent moon clove with its glittering prow The clouds, or night-bird sang from shady bough, But in plain daylight: – She, too, at my side, Who, with her heart's experience satisfied, Maintains inviolate its slightest vow! Sweet Fancy! other gifts must I receive; Proofs of a higher sovereignty I claim; Take from her brow the withering flowers of eve, And to that brow Life's morning wreath restore; Let her be comprehended in the frame Of these illusions, or they please no more.
RECOLLECTION OF THE PORTRAIT OF KING HENRY EIGHTH,
TRINITY LODGE, CAMBRIDGE.