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The Wiccamical Chaplet

a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford
  
  

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ON A THREAT TO DESTROY THE TREE AT WINCHESTER,
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  


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ON A THREAT TO DESTROY THE TREE AT WINCHESTER,

Round which the Scholars, on Breaking up, sing their celebrated Song, called “Dulce Domum.”

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Fair forms by Guido's pencil sheen
Created have I often seen;
Bright Spirits who, in silver air,
Surround the Morning's burnish'd car;
The laughing Hours, the Graces trim
That light on saffron pinions skim;
Whose naked beauties to espy,
Thro' the thin robe of violet dye,
Doth charm the soul,—but brighter far
Is the effulgent Morning-Star
Of Beauty, beaming from the eye
Of the sweet Maiden, Liberty!
Then hail, fair Virgin, Liberty!
All around thy sacred Tree
Yearly, when returning May
Thy green-sod decks with herbage gay,
Freshest spring-flow'rs will we strew,
And cowslips, dropping, bath'd with dew.—
But ruin seize the sordid Wight,
Unwholesome winds his corn shall blight,
Nor pearly showers in April pass
Gently o'er his springing grass,

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Whoe'er he be, the churlish Brute,
Who against thy spreading root
His sacrilegious axe shall lift!—
His oaks the howling storm shall rift,
No plenty shall his meadows crown,
That suns shall scorch or tempests drown;
At tender lamb-time, unwithstood,
With gulphy torrent shall the flood
Down the whirlpool's foamy steep
His tottering helpless younglings sweep.—
This be his fate, who 'gainst thy Tree
Shall lift his Axe, O Liberty!