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Buttercups, that will be seen,
Prophet of delight and mirth,
TO THE SAME FLOWER.
PLEASURES newly found are sweet
I have not a doubt but he,
Soon as gentle breezes bring
Often have I sigh'd to measure
While the patient primrose sits
Drawn by what peculiar spell,
Thou art not beyond the Moon,
bare, Brisk Robin seeks a kindlier home: Not like a beggar is he come, But enters as a look'd-for guest, Confiding in his ruddy breast, As if it were a natural shield Charged with a blazon on the field, Due to that good and pious deed Of which we in the Ballad read. But, pensive fancies putting by, And wild-wood sorrows, speedily He plays th’ expert ventriloquist; And, caught by glimpses now, now miss'd Puzzles the listener with a doubt If the soft voice he throws about Comes from within doors or without. Was ever such a sweet confusion, Sustain'd by delicate illusion ?
9 Alluding to the old well-known bal. lad of The Children in the Wood; espe. cially the lines, i No burial this pretty pair
Of any inan receives,
Blithe of heart, from week to week Thou dost play at hide-and-seek;
He's at your elbow,- to your feeling Above and round the sacred places The notes are from the foor or ceiling; They guard, with winged baby-faces. And there's a riddle to be guess'd,
Thrice happy Creature, in all lands Till you have mark'd his heaving chest Nurtured by hospitable hands! And busy throat, whose sink and swell Free entrance to this cot has he, Betray the Elf that loves to dwell Entrance and exit both yct free; In Robin's bosom, as a chosen cell. And, when the keen unrulled weather,
Heart-pleased we smile upon the Bird That thus brings man and bird together, It seen, and with like pleasure sthr'd Shall with its pleasantness be past, Commend him when he's only heard. And casement closed and door made fast, But small and fugitive our gain
To keep at bay the howling blast, Compared with hers who long hath lain,
He needs not fear the season's rage, With languid limbs and patient head For the whole house is Robin's cage. Reposing on a lone sick-bed; 1
Whether the bird flit here or there, Where now she daily hears a strain O'er table lilt, or perch on chair, That cheats her of too busy cares, Though some may frown and make a stir, Eases her pain, and helps her prayers.
To scare him as a trespasser, And who but this dear Bird beguiled And he belike will flinch or start, The fever of that pale-faced Child; Good friends he has to take his part; Now cooling, with his passing wing, One chiefly, who with voice and look Her forehead, like a breeze of Spring ? Pleads for him from the chimney-nook, Recalling now, with descant soft
Where sits the Dame, and wears away Shed round her pillow from aloft,
Her long and vacant holiday; Sweet thonghts of angels hovering nigh, With images about her heart, And the invisible sympathy
Reflected from the years gone by, Of“Matthew, Mark, and Luke, and John, On human nature's second infancy. Blessing the bed she lies upon” ??
(1834. And sometimes, just as listening ends In slumber, with the cadence blends A dream of that low-warbled hymn
TO A YOUNG LADY, Which old folk, fondly pleased to trim WHO HAD BEEN REPROACHED FOR TAKLamps of faith, now burning dim,
ING LONG WALKS IN THE COUNTRY. Say that the Cherubs carved in stone,
DEAR Child of Nature, let them rail! When clouds gave way at dead of night
There is a nest in a green dale, And th' ancient church was fill'd with
A harbour and a hold; Used to sing in heavenly tone, [light,
Where thou, a Wife and Friend, shalt see
Thy own heart-stirring days, and be 1 All our cats having been banished A light to young and old. the house, it was soon frequented by red. breasts. My sister, being then confined There, healthy as a shepherd boy, to her room by sickness, as, dear creature, and treading among flowers of joy she still is, had one that, without being caged, took up its abode with her, and at
Which at no season fade, night used to perch upon a nail from Thou, while thy babes around thee cling, which a picture had hung. It used to sing shalt show us how divine a thing and fan her face with its wings in a manner that was very touching.- The Author's A Woman may be made. Notes.
2 The poet tells us that these words Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die, were part of a child's prayer, “ still in general use through the northern coun-Nor leave thee, when grey hairs are nigh, ties.” My own childhood was familiar A melancholy slave; with the same prayer, two lines of'it run- But an old age screne and bright, ning thus: "Matthew, Mark, and Luke, and John,
And lovely as a Lapland night, Bless the bed that I lie on.
Shall lead thee to thy grave. [1803. HART-LEAP WELL. Hart-Leap Well is a small spring of water, about five miles from Richmond in York
shire, and near the side of the road that leads from Richmond to Askrigg. Its pame is derived from a remarkable Chase, the memory of which is preserved by the monuments spoken of in the Second Part of the following Poem, which mon. uments do now exist as I have there described them.
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor
Bring forth another horse!” he cried aloud.
Close to the thorn on which Sir Walter lean'd,
Then home he went, and left the Hart, stone-dead,
And thither, when the summer days were long,
The moving accident is not my trade;