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ON BROCKLEY COOMBLINES IN MANNER OF SPENSER
Melts in her eye, and heaves her breast I would that from the pinions of thy dove of snow,
One quill withouten pain yplucked might Are not so sweet as is the voice of her,
be! My Sara—best beloved of human kind! For O! I wish my Sara's frowns to flee, When breathing the pure soul of tender- | And fain to her some soothing song ness
would write, She thrills me with the Husband's pro- Lest she resent my rude discourtesy, mised name !
Who vowed to meet her ere the morning
But broke my plighted word—ah ! false LINES
and recreant wight! COMPOSED WHILE CLIMBING THE LEFT
Last night as I my weary head did pillow ASCENT OF BROCKLEY COOMB,
With thoughts of my dissevered Fair SOMERSETSHIRE, MAY 1795
engrossed, With many a pause and oft reverted eye
Chill Fancy drooped wreathing herself
with willow, I climb the Coomb's ascent : sweet songsters near
As though my breast entombed a pining Warble in shade their wild-wood melody:
ghost. Far off the unvarying Cuckoo soothes ‘From some blest couch, young Rapture's
bridal boast, my ear. Up scour the startling stragglers of the Rejected Slumber ! hither wing thy way; flock
But leave me with the matin hour, at That on green plots o’er precipices As night-closed floweret to the orient ray,
browze : From the forced fissures of the naked My sad heart will expand, when I the
Maid survey. rock The Yew-tree bursts! Beneath its dark But Love, who heard the silence of my green boughs
thought, (Mid which the May-thorn blends its Contrived a too successful wile, I ween : blossoms white)
And whispered to himself, with malice Where broad smooth stones jut out in
'Too long our Slave the Damsel's smiles I rest :--and now have gained the top
hath seen : most site.
To-morrow shall he ken her altered Ah ! what a luxury of landscape meets
mien !” My gaze! Proud towers, and cots more He spake, and ambushed lay, till on my dear to me,
bed Elm - shadow'd fields, and prospect
prospect- | The morning shot her dewy glances keen, bounding sea !
When as I'gan to lift my drowsy headDeep sighs my lonely heart : I drop the Now, Bard ! I'll work thee woe!' the tear :
laughing Elfin said. Enchanting spot ! O were my Sara here !
Sleep, softly-breathing God ! his downy
wing LINES IN THE MANNER OF Was fluttering now, as quickly to depart; SPENSER
When twanged an arrow from Love's
mystic string, O PEACE, that on a lilied bank dost love With pathless wound it pierced him to To rest thine head beneath an olive-tree,
Was there some magic in the Elfin's Mourns the long absence of the lovely dart?
Day ; Or did he strike my couch with wizard Young Day returning at her promised lance?
hour For straight so fair a Form did upwards Weeps o'er the sorrows of her favourite start
Flower ; (No fairer decked the bowers of old Weeps the soft dew, the balmy gale she Romance
sighs, That Sleep enamoured grew, nor moved And darts a trembling lustre from her from his sweet trance !
New life and joy th' expanding Aow'ret My Sara came, with gentlest look divine;
feels : Bright shone her eye, yet tender was its
His pitying Mistress mourns, and mournbeam :
? 1795 I felt the pressure of her lip to mine ! Whispering we went, and Love was all
LINES our themeLove pure and spotless, as at first, I deem,
WRITTEN AT SHURTON BARS, NEAR He sprang from Heaven! Such joys
BRIDGEWATER, SEPTEMBER 1795, IN with Sleep did 'bide,
ANSWER TO A LETTER FROM BRISTOL That I the living Image of my Dream Fondly forgot. Too late I woke, and Good verse most good, and bad verse then seems
Received from absent friend by way of Letter. "O! how shall I behold my Love at
For what so sweet can laboured lays impart eventide !!
Nor travels my meandering eye
The starry wilderness on high ; WHEN WE SHALL MEET AGAIN
Nor now with curious sight (Composed during Illness, and in I mark the glow-worm, as I pass, Absence.)
Move with 'green radiance'i through
An emerald of light.
DIM Hour ! that sleep’st on pillowing
ing eyes, Lull with fond woe, and medicine me
with sighs! [While finely - flushing float her kisses
meek, Like melted rubies, o'er my pallid cheek.] Chill'd by the night, the drooping Rose
Beloved Woman ! did you fly
1 The expression 'green radiance'is borrowed from Mr. Wordsworth [' An Evening Walk,'1793], a Poet whose versification is occasionally harsh and his diction too frequently obscure ; but whom I deem unrivalled among the writers of the present day in manly sentiment, novel imagery, and vivid colouring. [Note by S. T. C. in the editions of 1796-97.1
THE EOLIAN HARP
A light in sound, a sound-like power in
every where My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek re
Methinks, it should have been impos
30 Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet
Not to love all things in a world so
filled ; it is To sit beside our cot, our cot o'ergrown
Where the breeze warbles, and the mute
still air With white-flowered Jasmin, and the broad-leaved Myrtle,
Is Music slumbering on her instrument. (Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!),
And thus, my love ! as on the midAnd watch the clouds, that late were
way slope rich with light,
Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at
noon, Slow saddening round, and mark the
Whilst through my half-closed eye-lids I star of eve
behold Serenely brilliant (such should wisdom
The sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on be)
the main, Shine opposite ! How exquisite the
And tranquil muse upon tranquillity ; scents
Full many a thought uncalled and unSnatched from yon bean-field ! and the world so hushed !
And many idle flitting phantasies, 40
Traverse my indolent and passive brain,
As wild and various as the random gales And that simplest lute, That swell and Autter on this subject Placed length-ways in the clasping case
lute ! ment, hark ! How by the desultory breeze caressed, And what if all of animated nature Like some coy maid half yielding to her Be but organic harps diversely framed, lover,
That tremble into thought, as o'er them It pours such sweet upbraiding, as must
Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, Tempt to repeat the wrong!
At once the Soul of each, and God of its strings
all ? Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes
: Over delicious surges sink and rise,
But thy more serious eye a mild reproof Such a soft floating witchery of sound 20 Darts, 0 beloved woman ! nor such As twilight Elfins make, when they at
Dim and unhallowed dost thou not Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land,
These shapings of the unregenerate
On vain Philosophy's aye-babbling spring.
The me sfint Adladet
For never guiltless may I speak of him, Ere aught of perilous ascent you meet, The Incomprehensible ! save when with A mead of mildest charm delays th' unawe
labouring feet. I praise him, and with Faith that inly Not there the cloud-climb'd rock, sub
lime and vast, Who with his saving mercies healed me, X A sinful and most miserable man,
That like some giant king, o'er-glooms Wildered and dark, and gave me to
Nor there the Pine-grove to the midpossess Peace, and this cot, and thee, dear hon
[rill Makes solemn music! But th' unceasing oured Maid !
Murmurs sweet undersong 'mid jasmin TO THE AUTHOR OF POEMS
[will [JOSEPH COTTLE]
In this same pleasant meadow, at your PUBLISHED ANONYMOUSLY AT BRISTOL I ween, you wander'd—there collecting
flowers IN SEPTEMBER 1795
Of sober tint, and herbs of med'cinable UNBOASTFUL BARD! whose verse con
powers ! cise yet clear
There for the monarch-murder'd Soldier's Tunes to smooth melody unconquer'd
You wove th' unfinish'd 1 wreath of sadMay your fame fadeless live, as never
dest hues ; sere'
And to that holiera chaplet added bloom 30 The Ivy wreathes yon Oak, whose broad
Besprinkling it with Jordan's cleansing defence
dews. Embowers me from Noon's sultry influ
But lo your Henderson 3 awakes the ence !
Muse For, like that nameless Rivulet stealing His Spirit beckon'd from the mountain's by,
height! Your modest verse to musing Quiet dear
You left the plain and soar'd mid richer Is rich with tints heaven-borrow'd : the
views ! charm'd eye
So Nature mourn'd when sunk the First Shall gaze undazzled there, and love the
Day's light, soften'd sky.
With stars, unseen before, spangling her
robe of night! Circling the base of the Poetic mount 10 A stream there is, which rolls in lazy Still soar, my Friend, those richer views flow
among, Its coal-black waters from Oblivion's Strong, rapid, fervent, flashing Fancy's fount :
beam ! The vapour-poison'd Birds, that fly too Virtue and Truth shall love your gentler low,
song ; Fall with dead swoop, and to the bottom But Poesy demands th' impassion'd go.
theme : Escaped that heavy stream on pinion Waked by Heaven's silent dews at Eve's fleet
mild gleam Beneath the Mountain's lofty-frowning
1‘War,' a Fragment. ? John Baptist,' a poem. brow,
3 ‘Monody on John Henderson.'