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 XII. SKIRID, A HILL NEAR ABERGAVENNY.
Skirid! remembrance thy lov'd scene renews;Fancy, yet ling'ring on thy shaggy brow,
Beholds around the lengthen'd landscape glow,
Which charm'd, when late the day-beams' parting hues
Purpled the distant cliff. The crystal stream
Of Uske bright winds the verdant meads among;
The dark heights low'r with wild woods overhung;
Pale on the grey tow'r falls the twilight gleam;
And frequent I recall the sudden breeze,
Which, as the sun shot up his last pale flame,
Shook every light leaf shivering on the trees;
Then bath'd in dew, meek evening silent came,
While the low wind, that faint and fainter fell,
Soft murmur'd to the dying day—Farewell.
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