The poetical remains of William Sidney Walker ... Edited with a memoir of the author by the Rev. J. Moultrie |
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LINES WRITTEN AT RUGBY, 1834. |
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LINES WRITTEN AT RUGBY, 1834.
—So lovely seem'd
That landscape; and of pure now purer air
Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires
Vernal delight and joy, able to drive
All sadness but despair.
Paradise Lost. iv.
That landscape; and of pure now purer air
Meets his approach, and to the heart inspires
Vernal delight and joy, able to drive
All sadness but despair.
Paradise Lost. iv.
Not here, not here! though here I meet
Heroic worth, and manly sense,
And virgin faces, young and sweet,
Bright with the joy of innocence;
Though high-born minds their thoughts entwine
In frank and kindly wreath with mine;
And home's pure breath among your bowers
Blows, like an air from Eden-flowers
From cheerful morn to peaceful eve;
Though fields are still, and green, and bright,
And suns and clouds for ever weave
Their wondrous web of shade and light;
Not here!—to heart, and mind, and will,
The lonely curse is clinging still;
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The fire of care is in my heart;
Your hearths are cold, your fields are drear;—
My home, kind Beings! is not here.
My home is in the golden Past,
The phantom-land of vanish'd years;
[Among the flowers that would not last,
Beneath the sun that set in tears.]
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