Reminiscences, in Prose and Verse Consisting of the Epistolary Correspondence of Many Distinguished Characters. With Notes and Illustrations. By the Rev. R. Polwhele |
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SONNET ON THE SOUND OF A BELL AT POLWHELE.
Still was the glimmering mansion; when my bellI rang,—I knew not why. There was a heart
My lone abstraction could define too well.
I am not wont at any sound to start:
The death-groan, the cold shriek, the hideous yell,
Oft have I heard unshuddering! But a voice
(For such it seem'd) did my lorn spirit appal,
Shrill, quivering, dying in the distant hall!
Oh! its familiar music erst was dear
To fireside pleasure, to domestic cheer,
Which bade the soul of innocence rejoice!
'Twas like an echo from the hollow tomb,
Responsive to the trembling wires! A tear
Restor'd my wilder'd sense amidst the sullen gloom.
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[These garments stored up by a Canon, forsooth]
R. P.
These garments stored up by a Canon, forsooth,
On pegs hanging fittily, row after row,
Were shining and sleek, I suppose, in their youth,
Black as the jet half a century ago.
On pegs hanging fittily, row after row,
Were shining and sleek, I suppose, in their youth,
Black as the jet half a century ago.
And now, as some red, and some green, they are spreading
Around us, as if never black they had been,
From Blackheath they travel'd, I fancy, to Redding,
And then the way to Turnham-Green.”
Around us, as if never black they had been,
From Blackheath they travel'd, I fancy, to Redding,
And then the way to Turnham-Green.”
Maria S.
Still on similes to stumble
I greet the venerable sage,
And think exactly they resemble
Their master in a green old age.
I greet the venerable sage,
And think exactly they resemble
Their master in a green old age.
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