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The Legend of St. Loy

With Other Poems. By John Abraham Heraud
Heraud, John A. (1799-1887)
  
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SONNET
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THE LEGEND of ST. Loy
  
Introduction.
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CANTO THE FIRST. The Hermitage.
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CANTO THE SECOND. The Well of St. Loy.
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CANTO THE THIRD. The Wood.
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CANTO THE FOURTH. The Vola.
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XXVI. The Hymn.
  
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THE Farewell to Cottenham.
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THE Lament of the Bard.
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On attaining the Age of Twenty-one
  
THE Grave of the Bard
  
SONG, to---
  
STANZAS On the Death of His Most Gracious Majesty KING GEORGE THE THIRD.
  
SONNET TO ROBERT SOUTHEY, ESQ.

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Thrice-hallowed Brook! thrice-blessed Spring!
Who from the serpent tak'st the sting—
To thee the family of pain
Flock, nor do ever flock in vain!
Thou art like that famed stream of old,
In the most holy Book inrolled,
To which the impotent, the lame,
The lazar, for their healing came—
When lo! a visiting Angel great
The pool with life did consecrate,
Health in his wing, love in his eye,
His bearing power and majesty.—
Thee would the bard renown with joy,
Thou blest Bethesda of St. Loy.
Then willows in thy clear serene
Were glassed, with all their weeping green:
“This Well is now to be seen in a field on the West of the high road, belonging to Henry Piper Sperling, Esq. on lease to Mr. Charles Saunders, surrounded by willows, close to the hedge row.”

Robinson.

“In a drawing by the late Mrs. Townshend, this Well is represented with a Hermit standing by it, who receives an offering from a Lady. This drawing was exhibited at the Royal Academy in 1770-71.”

Robinson.


The Hermit and the Brothers kneeled,
And 'neath their shade the spray inhaled—
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And he, who, haply, loves the rhime,
Of olden days and bards sublime,
Whom, now that Spring of Health obeys,
'Tis said, in these degenerate days,
Hath late restored their mournful green,
Though long its marge had shadeless been—
Perchance, some bard there loves to list
Its gurgling, while all else is wist,
And overhead the virgin Queen
Of Heaven shines 'midst the starry sheen,
In all the loveliness of calm,
And the sweet breathing eve is balm—
If I were then that favoured bard,
That hour should bring its own reward;
My heart would feel the loneliness,
And every thought its power confess;
Its mild serenity would make
My soul herself serene, and wake
Musings,—of that first Paradise,
Ere guilt or strife had marred the bliss—
And, since, of all that war unblest
Of the fierce world within the breast—
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And then I would the bosom scan
Which still maintains the stamp of man,
And blest itself, is unto all
The blessing of the peaceful vale—
And then my soul should see in heaven
The due meed to his virtues given,
That second Paradise, where sin,
Nor storm, nor strife, may enter in!—
More deeply can young Fancy ponder?
Nor further must she list to wander:
Too long the strain hath been withheld,
From the gay days of storied Eld.
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