Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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Thus Mopus mourn'd his hapless fate,And sole his mis'ry did relate,
While, flashing through the sable sky,
The barbed lightning bright did fly:
And, while the gleaming welkin shone,
Deep thunder struck her hollow tone.
Harsh scream'd the plover in the brake,
Loud yell'd the wild-duck on the lake,
Keen blew the wind, thick drove the rain
Across the dreary midnight plain.
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Her slanting beam did cheering throw
Upon the grim tower's mould'ring wall,
To wake the night-owl's dreary call,
Who, from her ivy-haunt, did wail,
Harsh as could mortal ear assail.
Meanwhile did Mopus, musing wide,
Resolve on coward suicide;
Thought this last exit he would take,
To plunge into th' engulphing Lake:
When, quick, to his astonish'd sight,
Had vanish'd all the shades of night;
The dull owl dropp'd her dreary lay,
And mute was, as at noon of day;
The plover and the wild-duck harsh
Scream'd neither from the brake nor marsh;
The wind slept in her airy bed;
Sheer from the plain the rain had fled;
Far o'er the wide horizon's bound,
Was spent the thunder's blust'ring sound;
And from the sight, by tempest driven,
Fast fled the death-fraught bolt of heaven:
He rapt was from the former scene
To one of glitt'ring, dazzling sheen.
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