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Mother of love! (that name best suits thee here)
Mother of love! for this deep vale, protect
Truth's holy lamp, pure source of bright effect,
Gifted to purge the vapoury atmosphere
That seeks to stifle it; as in those days
When this low pile a Gospel teacher knew,
Whose good works formed an endless retinue :
A pastor such as Chaucer's verse portrays;
Such as the heaven-taught skill of Herbert drew;
And tender Goldsmith crowned with deathless praise!


My frame hath often trembled with delight
When hope presented some far-distant good,
That seemed from heaven descending, like the flood
Of yon pure waters, from their aery height
Hurrying, with lordly Duddon to unite;
Who, 'mid a world of images imprest

On the calm death of his transparent breast,
Appears to cherish most that torrent white,
The fairest, softest, liveliest of them all!
And seldom hath ear listened to a tune
More lulling than the busy hum of noon,
Swoln by that voice, whose murmur musical
Announces to the thirsty fields a boon
Dewy and fresh, till showers again shall fall.


THE old inventive poets, had they seen,
Or rather felt, the entrancement that detains
Thy waters, Duddon! 'mid these flowery plains ;
The still repose, the liquid lapse serene,

Transferred to bowers imperishably green,
Had beautified Elysium! But these chains
Will soon be broken; for a course remains
Rough as the past; where thou, of placid mien,
Innocuous as a firstling of the flock,

And countenanced like a soft cerulean sky,
Shall change thy temper; and, with many a shock
Given and received in mutual jeopardy,

Dance, like a Bacchanal, from rock to rock,
Tossing her frantic thyrsus wide and high!


WHENCE that low voice? A whisper from the heart,
That told of days long past, when here I roved
With friends and kindred tenderly beloved;
Some who had early mandates to depart,
Yet are allowed to steal my path athwart
By Duddon's side; once more do we unite,
Once more beneath the kind Earth's tranquil light;
And smothered joys into new being start.
From her unworthy seat, the cloudy stall
Of time, breaks forth triumphant memory;
Her glistening tresses bound, yet light and free
As golden locks of birch, that rise and fall
On gales that breathe too gently to recall
Aught of the fading year's inclemency!


A LOVE-LORN maid, at some far distant time,
Came to this hidden pool, whose depths surpass
In crystal clearness Dian's looking-glass ;
And, gazing, saw that rose, which from the prime

Derives its name, reflected as the chime
Of echo doth reverberate some sweet sound:
The starry treasure from the blue profound
She longed to ravish; shall she plunge, or climb
The humid precipice, and seize the guest
Of April, smiling high in upper air?

Desperate alternative! what fiend could dare

To prompt the thought? Upon the steep rock's breast

The lonely primrose yet renews its bloom,
Untouched memento of her hapless doom!


SAD thoughts, avant !—partake we their blithe cheer
Who gathered in betimes the unshorn flock

To wash the fleece, where haply bands of rock,
Checking the stream, make a pool smooth and clear
As this we look on. Distant mountains hear,
Hear and repeat, the turmoil that unites
Clamour of boys with innocent despites
Of barking dogs, and bleatings from strange fear.
And what if Duddon's spotless flood receive
Unwelcome mixtures as the uncouth noise
Thickens, the pastoral river will forgive

Such wrong; nor need we blame the licensed joys,
Though false to Nature's quiet equipoise:
Frank are the sports, the stains are fugitive.


MID-NOON is passed; upon the sultry mead
No zephyr breathes, no cloud its shadow throws:
If we advance unstrengthened by repose,
Farewell the solace of the vagrant reed!

This nook, with woodbine hung and straggling weed,
Tempting recess as ever pilgrim chose-
Half grot, half arbour-proffers to enclose

Body and mind from molestation freed,
In narrow compass, narrow as itself:
Or if the fancy, too industrious elf,

Be loth that we should breathe awhile exempt
From new incitements friendly to our task,

Here wants not stealthy prospect, that may tempt
Loose idless to forego her wily mask.


METHINKS 'twere no unprecedented feat
Should some benignant minister of air
Lift, and encircle with a cloudy chair,
The one for whom my heart shall ever beat
With tenderest love; or, if a safer seat
Atween his downy wings be furnished, there
Would lodge her, and the cherished burden bear
O'er hill and valley to this dim retreat!

Rough ways my steps have trod; too rough and long
For her companionship; here dwells soft ease:
With sweets that she partakes not some distaste
Mingles, and lurking consciousness of wrong;
Languish the flowers; the waters seem to waste
Their vocal charm; their sparklings cease to please.


RETURN, Content! for fondly I pursued,

Even when a child, the streams, unheard, unseen; Through tangled woods, impending rocks between ; Or, free as air, with flying inquest viewed

The sullen reservoirs whence their bold brood-
Pure as the morning, fretful, boisterous, keen,
Green as the salt-sea billows, white and green-
Poured down the hills, a choral multitude!
Nor have I tracked their course for scanty gains;
They taught me random cares and truant joys,
That shield from mischief and preserve from stains
Vague minds, while men are growing out of boys;
Maturer fancy owes to their rough noise

Impetuous thoughts that brook not servile reins.


FALLEN, and diffused into a shapeless heap,
Or quietly self-buried in earth's mould,
Is that embattled house, whose massy keep
Flung from yon cliff a shadow large and cold.
There dwelt the gay, the bountiful, the bold;
Till nightly lamentations, like the sweep

Of winds-though winds were silent-struck a deep
And lasting terror through that ancient hold.
Its line of warriors fled; they shrunk when tried
By ghostly power: but Time's unsparing hand
Hath plucked such foes, like weeds, from out the

And now, if men with men in peace abide,

All other strength the weakest may withstand,
All worse assaults may safely be defied.


I ROSE while yet the cattle, heat-opprest,
Crowded together under rustling trees
Brushed by the current of the water-breeze;
And for their sakes, and love of all that rest,

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