Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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THE DARGLE.
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Forget not the dargle, forget not the shade,Where we varied the day with dance, music, and song;
Where the trees o'er our heads a green canopy made,
And the sun never shone on us all the day long.
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Look forth from our shady retreat, on the hillsSloping down to the rivulet gushing below;
And own, that such valleys, green alleys, and rills,
Will be worth recollecting wherever you go.
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The leaves seem to slumber, and nothing is heardSave the murmurs delightfully breathing around;
The bleatings of sheep, and the songs of a bird,
And the river's perpetual lullaby sound.
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And see the Gilt Spear in the sun-beams is bright,The mists from its summit have melted away;
It soars, like an eagle, to bask in the light
Of evening's last tint, and morn's earliest ray.
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Look down on the waters, how brightly they runFrom their beautiful cradle, the depths of Loch Bray;
Now lost in the copse-wood, and now in the sun
Shining forth with a ripple, and gliding away.
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