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SONGS OF THE PLXIES
Not always in caves was my dwelling,
II Nor beneath the cold blast of the When fades the moon all shadowy-pale, tree.
And scuds the cloud before the gale,
Purples the East with streaky light,
Clad in robes of rainbow hues ;
Soothed by the distant-tinkling team,
While lusty Labour scouting sorrow A Ghost ! by my cavern it darted !
Bids the Dame a glad good-morrow, In moon-beams the Spirit was drest --
Who jogs the accustomed road along, For lovely appear the Departed
And paces cheery to her cheering When they visit the dreams of my
III But disturbed by the tempest's commotion
But not our filmy pinion Fleet the shadowy forms of delight
We scorch amid the blaze of day, Ah cease, thou shrill blast of the Ocean! When Noontide's fiery - tressed To howl through my cavern by night.
Flashes the fervid ray. 1793:
Aye from the sultry heat
We to the cave retreat
O’ercanopied by huge roots intertwined
With wildest texture, blackened o'er with The Pixies, in the superstition of Devonshire, are a race of beings invisibly small, and harmless
age : or friendly to man. At a small distance from a
Round them their mantle green the ivies village in that county, half way up a wood
bind, covered hill, is an excavation called the Pixies'
Beneath whose foliage pale 30 Parlour. The roots of old trees form its ceiling;
Fanned by the unfrequent gale and on its sides are innumerable cyphers, among We shield us from the Tyrant's mid-day which the author discovered his own cypher and
rage. those of his brothers, cut by the hand of their
IV childhood. At the foot of the hill flows the river Otter.
Thither, while the murmuring throng To this place the Author, during the summer Of wild-bees hum their drowsy song, months of the year 1793, conducted a party of By Indolence and Fancy brought, young ladies; one of whom, of stature elegantly A youthful Bard, “unknown to Fame,' small, and of complexion colourless yet clear, was
Wooes the Queen of Solemn Thought, proclaimed the Faery Queen. On which occasion
And heaves the gentle misery of a sigh the following Irregular Ode was written.
Gazing with tearful eye,
As round our sandy grot appear 40 I
Many a rudely-sculptured name Whom the untaught Shepherds call
To pensive Memory dear ! Pixies in their madrigal,
Weaving gay dreams of sunny-tinctured Fancy's children, here we dwell :
hue, Welcome, Ladies ! to our cell.
We glance before his view :
O'er his hush'd soul our soothing witcher-
The sombre hours, that round thee When Evening's dusky car
stand Crowned with her dewy star
With down-cast eyes (a duteous Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy Alight;
Their dark robes dripping with the heavy On leaves of aspen trees
50 We tremble to the breeze
Sorceress of the ebon throne ! Veiled from the grosser ken of mortal
Thy power the Pixies own, 80 sight.
When round thy raven brow Or, haply, at the visionary hour,
Heaven's lucent roses glow, Along our wildly - bowered sequestered,
And clouds in watery colours drest walk,
Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest : We listen to the enamoured rustic's talk ; What time the pale moon sheds a softer Heave with the heavings of the maiden's
Mellowing the woods beneath its pensive Where young-eyed Loves have built
beam : their turtle nest ;
For mid the quivering light 'tis ours to Or guide of soul-subduing power
play, The electric flash, that from the melting Aye dancing to the cadence of the stream. суе
VIII Darts the fond question and the soft reply.
Welcome, Ladies ! to the cell
Where the blameless Pixies dwell : Or through the mystic ringlets of:
But thou, Sweet Nymph! proclaimed
our Faery Queen, the vale
With what obeisance meet
Thy presence shall we greet ?
For lo ! attendant on thy steps are seen Or, silent-sandal'd, pay our defter
Graceful Ease in artless stole, court,
And white-robed Purity of soul,
With Honour's softer mien ;
Mirth of the loosely-flowing hair,
And meek-eyed Pity eloquently fair,
Whose tearful cheeks are lovely to the
view, Then with quaint music hymn the part
As snow-drop wet with dew.
Unboastful Maid ! though now the Lily along;
70 Or where, his silver waters smoothed to
Transparent grace thy beauties meek; rest,
Yet ere again along the impurpling vale, The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his The purpling vale and elfin-haunted grove, breast.
Young Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely
We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek; Hence thou lingerer, Light !
And, haply, from the nectar-breathing Eve saddens into Night.
Rose Mother of wildly-working dreams! we
Extract a Blush for Love ! view
The eyeless Chemist heard the process
rise, As late each flower that sweetest blows The steamy Chalice bubbled up in sighs; I plucked, the Garden's pride!
Sweet sounds transpired, as when the Within the petals of a Rose
enamour'd Dove A sleeping Love I spied.
Pours the soft murmuring of responsive
Love. Around his brows a beamy wreath
The finish'd work might Envy vainly Of many a lucent hue;
blame, All purple glowed his cheek, beneath,
And Kisses' was the precious ComInebriate with dew.
pound's name. I softly seized the unguarded Power,
With half the God his Cyprian Mother Nor scared his balmy rest :
blest, And placed him, caged within the flower, And breathed on Sara's lovelier lips the
rest. On spotless Sara's breast.
THE GENTLE LOOK
Thou gentle Look, that didst my soul
beguile, Why hast thou left me ? Stili in some
vain. Availeth not Persuasion's sweetest tone To lure the fleet-winged travellers back
again : Yet fair, though faint, their images shall
gleam Like the bright rainbow on a willowy
CUPID, if storying Legends tell aright,
ing brings, Brush'd from the Idalian star by faery
wings : Each tender pledge of sacred Faith he
join'd, Each gentler Pleasure of th' unspotted
mindDay-dreams, whose tints with sportive
brightness glow, And Hope, the blameless parasite of
TO THE RIVER OTTER
DEAR native Brook! wild Streamlet of
the West ! How many various-fated years have past, What happy and what mournful hours, mine eyes
I skimmed the smooth thin stone along with infant uproar and soul-soothing thy breast,
pranks, Numbering its light leaps ! yet so deep Released from school, their little hearts imprest
at rest, Sink the sweet scenes of childhood, that Launch paper navies on thy waveless
breast. I never shut amid the sunny ray, The rustic here at eve with pensive look But straight with all their tints thy Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his waters rise,
crook, Thy crossing plank, thy marge with Or, starting, pauses with hope-mingled
dread And bedded sand that veined with various To list the much-loved maid's accustomed dyes
tread: Gleamed through thy bright transparence! She, vainly mindful of her dame's On my way,
command, Visions of Childhood ! ost have ye Loiters, the long-fill'd pitcher in her beguiled
hand. Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs :
Unboastful Stream ! thy fount with Ah ! that once more I were a careless
The faded form of past delight recalls,
And all was joy ; save when another's TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE
A transient gloom upon my soul imprest, ONCE more, sweet Stream ! with slow
Like passing clouds impictured on thy foot wandering near,
breast. I bless thy milky waters cold and clear.
Life's current then ran sparkling to the Escaped the flashing of the noontide
Or silvery stole beneath the pensive With one fresh garland of Pierian
Moon : flowers
Ah! now it works rude brakes and (Ere from thy zephyr-haunted brink I
thorns among, turn)
Or o'er the rough rock bursts and My languid hand shall wreath thy mossy
foams along !
? 1793. urn. For not through pathless grove with murmur rude
ON AN AUTUMNAL EVENING
O Thou wild Fancy, check thy wing! The Hermit-fountain of some dripping
No more cell !
Those thin white flakes, those purple Pride of the Vale! thy useful streams
clouds explore ! supply
Nor there with happy spirits speed thy The scattered cots and peaceful hamlet
Bathed in rich amber-glowing floods of The elfin tribe around thy friendly banks light;
v Lambin fig hari Ik
Nor in yon gleam, where slow descends She meets my lonely path in moon-beams the day,
clad. With western peasants hail the morning with her along the streamlet's brink I ray!
rove; Ah! rather bid the perished pleasures With her I list the warblings of the move,
grove; A shadowy train, across the soul of And seems in each low wind her voice Love!
to float O'er Disappointment's wintry desert fling Lone whispering Pity in each soothing Each flower that wreathed the dewy
note! locks of Spring, When blushing, like a bride, from llope's Spirits of Love! ye heard her name ! trim bower
Obey She leapt, awakened by the pattering The powerful spell, and to my haunt shower.
repair. Now sheds the sinking Sun a deeper Whether on clustering pinions ye are gleam,
there, Aid, lovely Sorceress! aid thy Poet's | Where rich snows blossom on the Myrtledream!
40 With faery wand O bid the Maid arise, Or with fond languishment around my Chaste Joyance dancing in her bright
Sigh in the loose luxuriance of her As erst when from the Muses' calm abode
O heed the spell, and hither wing your I came, with Learning's meed not un
Like far-off music, voyaging the breeze ! When as she twined a laurel round my brow,
Spirits ! to you the infant Maid was And met my kiss, and half returned my
Formed by the wonderous Alchemy of O'er all my frame shot rapid my thrilled
Heaven ! heart,
No fairer Maid does Love's wide empire And every nerve confessed the electric
No fairer Maid e'er heaved the bosom's
snow. O dear Deceit! I see the Maiden rise, A thousand Loves around her forehead Chaste Joyance dancing in her brightblue eyes!
A thousand Loves sit melting in her eye ; When first the lark high-soaring swells Love lights her smile— in Joy's red his throat,
nectar dips Mocks the tired eye, and scatters the Ilis myrtle flower, and plants it on her loud note,
lips. I trace her footsteps on the accustomed She speaks! and hark that passionlawn,
warbled songI mark her glancing mid the gleams of Still, Fancy! still that voice, those notes dawn.
prolong. When the bent flower beneath the night. As sweet as when that voice with rapdew weeps
turous falls And on the lake the silver lustre sleeps, Shall wake the softened echoes of Amid the paly radiance soft and sad, 31,