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A NORTHERN PROSPECT.
When blazing noon illumes the plain, And tips each spiry dome with quiv’ring fire, Where Ratcheugh's pillar'd rocks aspire
Swift let my steps the airy height attain.
Th' expanded sea's majestic zone
Dark stretch the wood's high-shelt’ring arms,
The village spreads her simple charms, And shines afar the silver-winding stream,
Bold on the eye advance those tow'rs,
Where Percy boasts his princely bowers, Crown the slope-hill, and awe the subject-vale ;
In faded glory Warkworth’s turrets rise,
And point to yonder cell * the raptur'd eyes, Where figur'd rocks record the Hermit's tale.
Swift o’er Howick's attic hall,
* The Hermitage.
The view excursive flies, Where Dunstonburgh * o'erhangs the roaring
tide, And lifts his shatter'd arms, and mourns his ruin'd
Trembling o'er the rocky ground,
His genius sends a hollow sound, Like the vex'd sea, when thund'ring winds are
“ Relentless hands, which these proud works deSee Ford's * white line the verdant slope adorn;
The marsh exhale, the hèath recede,
'Tis liberal power's creative deed, And far-conspicuous on the wat'ry waste, Bambrough's huge rock the massy structures
crown: On the black vale when rolling vapours spread, The turrets gleam high o'er the driving blast:
Sharp + rear'd their drooping head.
* A romantic fortress, nearly demolished to enlarge a farm-house, which lies at its feet.
+ Dr. Sharp, late Archdeacon of Northumberland.
But when shall rise my vernal morn ? These fragments of Lancastrian pride, These broken halls, these jutting mounds o'er
thrown, Rough gales, as thro' the mould'ring arch they
Dim-shewn in yonder leafy glade,
Let those proud trophies + tell
Where hostile monarchs fought and fell, These walls beleag'ring round;
Unhurt by war's tumultuous rage,
The tranquil monk illum'd the page, Safe in thy consecrated ground.
Amid yon' happy woods
* Ford Castle, repair'd by Lord Delaval.
+ Monuments in the pleasure-grounds of the Duke of Northumberland, which commemorate the captivity of one king of Scotland, and the death of another, while they were besiging the castle of Alnwick.
Or in the murm’ring floods
Nor heeds where creeping ivy's trail
+ The Saxon, and first Norman Lords of Alnwick.
* Founder of Warkworth Castle.
28, for Tritram, read Tristram.