The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed With a Memoir by the Rev. Derwent Coleridge. Fourth Edition. In Two Volumes |
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SELWORTHY.
WRITTEN UNDER A SKETCH OF SIR THOMAS ACLAND'S COTTAGES FOR THE POOR.
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A gentle Muse was hovering o'erThe wide wide world, and looking long
For a pleasant spot where a Muse might pour
To the wood or the wave her liquid song;
And “Who,” said she, “of the kind and free—
Who will open his gate for me?”
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“Come hither,” said Wealth, “to my crowded mart,Where splendour dazzles the gazer's eye,
Where the sails approach and the sails depart
With every breath of the summer sky:”
“Oh no,” said she; “by the shore of the sea
Wealth has no room in his store for me!”
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“Come hither,” said War, “to my moated tower;Danger and Death have walked the plain;
But the arrowy sleet of the iron shower
Beats on these stubborn walls in vain:”
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War shall not open a lock for me!”
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“Come hither,” said Love, “to my rosy dell,Where nothing of grief or care has birth;
Rest in my bower, where sweet dreams dwell,
Making a Heaven—a Heaven of earth.”
“Oh no,” said she; “at his trysting-tree
Love is too happy to think of me!”
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And she lifted at last the humble latchAnd entered in at a lowly door;
For Charity there had spread the thatch
O'er the peaceful roof of the sick and poor.
And “Here,” said she, “my rest shall be;
Here is a home and a theme for me.”
August 7, 1830.
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