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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STANZAS WRITTEN IN AN HERMITAGE.
The Hermit speaking.
When the wind doth sit aright,
How solemn 'tis, at dead of night,
To hear the melancholy knell;
While to the storm each thicket bows,
And Winter with his fleecy snows
Has whiten'd o'er my rocky cell!
How solemn 'tis, at dead of night,
To hear the melancholy knell;
While to the storm each thicket bows,
And Winter with his fleecy snows
Has whiten'd o'er my rocky cell!
Then musing, do I think of time;
I pity, lest in early prime
Some stripling gasp in vain for breath;
Lest, while each passion swelleth high,
While youth yet darteth from his eye,
He struggle in the grasp of death.
I pity, lest in early prime
Some stripling gasp in vain for breath;
Lest, while each passion swelleth high,
While youth yet darteth from his eye,
He struggle in the grasp of death.
No fears I for myself afford,
Since age his cooling draught has pour'd
On each hot motion of my soul:
My frozen blood hath lost its fire,
Fled each young wish, each young desire,
Death's gloomy influence to controul.
Since age his cooling draught has pour'd
On each hot motion of my soul:
My frozen blood hath lost its fire,
Fled each young wish, each young desire,
Death's gloomy influence to controul.
With nature's simple wants supplied,
Thus let me thro' life's winter glide
Gently and smoothly to my end;
May innocence my actions guard,
May peace of mind be my reward,
And may I ever have a friend!
Thus let me thro' life's winter glide
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May innocence my actions guard,
May peace of mind be my reward,
And may I ever have a friend!
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