University of Virginia Library

Search this document 

expand sectionI. 
expand sectionII. 
collapse sectionIII. 
  
expand section 
expand section 
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
expand section 
collapse section 
 I. 
 II. 
 III. 
 IV. 
 V. 
 VI. 
 VII. 
 VIII. 
 IX. 
 X. 
 XI. 
 XII. 
 XIII. 
 XIV. 
 XV. 
 XVI. 
 XVII. 
 XVIII. 
 XIX. 
 XX. 
 XXI. 
 XXII. 
 XXIII. 
 XXIV. 
 XXV. 
 XXVI. 
 XXVII. 
 XXVIII. 
 XXIX. 
 XXX. 
 XXXI. 
 XXXII. 
 XXXIII. 
XXXIII. ON READING AN UNTRUE CHARGE.
  
  
  
expand sectionIV. 
expand sectionV. 
expand sectionVI. 

XXXIII. ON READING AN UNTRUE CHARGE.

Beautiful Land! They said, ‘He loves thee not!’
But in a churchyard 'mid thy meadows lie
The bones of no disloyal ancestry
To whom in me disloyal were the thought
Which wronged thee. For my youth thy Shakspeare wrought;
For me thy minsters raised their towers on high;
Thou gav'st me friends whose memory cannot die:—
I love thee, and for that cause left unsought
Thy praise. Thy ruined cloisters, forests green,
Thy moors where still the branching wild deer roves,
Dear haunts of mine by sun and moon have been
From Cumbrian peaks to Devon's laughing coves.
They love thee less, fair Land, who ne'er had heart
To take, for truth's sake, 'gainst thyself thy part.