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Rich prospect left behind of stream and vale, And mountain-tops, a barren ridge we scale ; Descend, and reach, in Yewdale's depths, a plain With haycocks studded, striped with yellowing grainAn area level as a Lake and spread Under a rock too steep for man to tread, Where sheltered from the north and bleak northwest Aloft the Raven hangs a visible nest, Fearless of all assaults that would her brood molest. Hot sunbeams fill the steaming vale; but hark, At our approach, a jealous watch-dog's bark, Noise that brings forth no liveried Page of state, But the whole household, that our coming wait. With Young and Old warm greetings we exchange, And jocund smiles, and toward the lowly Grange Press forward by the teasing dogs unscared. Entering, we find the morning meal prepared : So down we sit, though not till each had cast Pleased looks around the delicate repast, Rich cream, and snow-white
fresh from the nest,
Kind Hostess! Handmaid also of the feast,
Dark but to every gentle feeling true,
Let me not ask what tears may have been wept
More could my pen report of grave or gay
UPON PERUSING THE FOREGOING EPISTLE THIRTY YEARS
AFTER ITS COMPOSITION.
Soon did the Almighty Giver of all rest
And Strangers even the slighted Scroll may prize,
Note.-LOUGHRIGG TARN, alluded to in the foregoing Epistle, resembles, though much smaller in compass, the Lake Nemi, or Speculum Dianæ as it is often called, not only in its clear waters and circular form, and the beauty immediately surrounding it, but also as being overlooked by the eminence of Langdale Pikes as Lake Nemi is by that of Monte Calvo. Since this Epistle was written Loughrigg Tarn has lost much of its beauty by the felling of many natural clumps of wood, relics of the old forest, particularly upon the farm called “The Oaks,” so called from the abundance of that tree which grew there.
It is to be regretted, upon public grounds, that Sir George Beaumont did not carry into effect his intention of constructing here a Summer Retreat in the style I have described; as his taste would have set an example how buildings, with all the accommodations modern society requires, might be introduced even into the most secluded parts of this country without injuring their native character.
GOLD AND SILVER FISHES IN A VASE.
[TAEY were a present from Miss Jewsbury, of whom mention is many months they continued to prosper in their new place of abode;
made in the note at the end of the next poem. The fish were healthy to all appearance in their confinement for a long time, but at last, for some cause we could not make out, they languished, and, one of them being all but dead, they were taken to the pool under the old Pollard-oak. The apparently dying one lay on its side unable to move. I used to watch it, and about the tenth day it began to right itself, and in a few days more was able to swim about with its companions. For
but one night by an unusually great flood they were swept out of the pool, and perished to our great regret.] THE soaring lark is blest as proud
When at heaven's gate she sings;
Her flight by vocal wings;
Your silent lives employ
Though haply less than joy.
A place where joy is known,
Have meanings of their own;
Your motions, glittering Elves !
And peace among yourselves.
Is your transparent cell;
No sullen Humours dwell;
That smites this tiny sea,
The loan with usury.
How beautiful !—Yet none knows why
This ever-graceful change, Renewed-renewed incessantly
Within your quiet range.
Is it that ye with conscious skill
For mutual pleasure glide;
Are dwarfed, or magnified ?
Fays, Genii of gigantic size!
And now, in twilight dim,
In wings of Cherubim,
express, Whate'er ye seem,
whate'er All leads to gentleness.
Cold though your nature be, 'tis pure;
Your birthright is a fence
Through tyranny of sense.
Are Ye to heaven allied,
Ye mingle, or divide.
For day-dreams soft as e'er beguiled
Day-thoughts while limbs repose; For moonlight fascinations mild,
Your gift, ere shutters closeAccept, mute Captives! thanks and praise ; And may this tribute
prove That gentle admirations raise Delight resembling love.