Poems consisting of a tour through parts of North and South Wales, sonnets, odes, and an epistle to a friend on physiognomy. By W. Sotheby |
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SONNET XI. ON CASTLE DINAS BRAN.
When rising slow from Deva's wizard stream,The blue mists borne on the autumnal gale,
Cloud the deep windings of Llangollen's vale,
And the high cliff glows with day's latest gleam;
Dinas, while on thy brow in pensive dream
Reclin'd, no sounds of earth my ear assail,
I bid the ancient chiefs of Britain hail.
Spirits! who oft beneath the nightly beam
Strike the boss'd shield, or blow the martial horn;
Or mournful on the castle's wreck forlorn,
Sigh to the sorrows of the Druid's lyre:
O let me join the visionary choir!
That I may hear the tales of former times,
And drink with ear devout the bard's historic rhymes.
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