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And sage content, and placid melancholy ;
MARK the concentred hazels that inclose
COMPOSED AFTER A JOURNEY ACROSS THE HAMBLETON
DARK and more dark the shades of evening fell; The wished-for point was reached; but at an hour When little could be gained from that rich dower
Of prospect, whereof many thousands tell.
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And from our earthly memory fade away."
SEPTEMBER, 1815. WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, With ripening harvest prodigally fair, In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air, Sent from some distant clime where Winter wields His icy scymitar, a foretaste yields Of bitter change, and bids the flowers beware ; And whispers to the silent birds, “Prepare Against the threatening foe your trustiest shields.” For me, who under kindlier laws belong To Nature's tuneful choir, this rustling dry Through leaves yet green, and yon crystalline sky, Announce a season potent to renew, 'Mid frost and snow, the instinctive joys of song, And nobler cares than listless summer knew.
How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright, The effluence from yon distant mountain's head, Which, strewn with snow smooth as the sky can
shed, Shines like another sun, — on mortal sight Uprisen, as if to check approaching Night, And all her twinkling stars. Who now would
If so he might, yon mountain's glittering head,
COMPOSED DURING A storu. ONE who was suffering tumult in his soul, Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer, Went forth, his course surrendering to the care Of the fierce wind, while midday lightnings prowl Insidiously, untimely thunders growl ; While trees, dim-seen, in frenzied numbers, tear The lingering remnants of their yellow hair, And shivering wolves, surprised with darkness,
howl As if the sun were not. He raised his eye Soul-smitten ; for, that instant, did appear Large space ('mid dreadful clouds) of purest sky, An azure disc, — shield of tranquillity; Invisible, unlooked-for minister Of providential goodness ever nigh!
TO A SNOWDROP.
LONE Flower, hemmed in with snows and white
as they But hardier far, once more I see thee bend Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend, Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day, Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay The rising sun, and on the plains descend ; Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May Shall soon behold this border thickly set With bright jonquils, their odors lavishing On the soft West-wind and his frolic peers ; Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years !
TO THE LADY MARY LOWTHER.
With a selection from the Poems of Anne, Countess of Win
chilsea; and extracts of similar character from other Writers ; transcribed by a female friend.
LADY! I rifled a Parnassian Cave