The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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Now as the Wharf to Olicano moves,
And leaves the rocky Strid and Bolton's groves,
Old Castleberg, the torrent-wasted scar,
Uprears his head, where Romans met in war,
When on its topmost point the watch-tower stood,
And deep below, beheld the rolling flood.
Britons and Saxons have contended there,
And on the ramparts mixed spear with spear;
The warriors, tumbling headlong down the steep,
Pressed with their armour, plunged into the deep:
But Time, who leaves behind all earthly things,
And overtakes fresh objects with his wings,
Has left so far behind swift-pinioned Fame,
She could not reach us with a warrior's name.
And leaves the rocky Strid and Bolton's groves,
Old Castleberg, the torrent-wasted scar,
Uprears his head, where Romans met in war,
When on its topmost point the watch-tower stood,
And deep below, beheld the rolling flood.
Britons and Saxons have contended there,
And on the ramparts mixed spear with spear;
The warriors, tumbling headlong down the steep,
Pressed with their armour, plunged into the deep:
But Time, who leaves behind all earthly things,
And overtakes fresh objects with his wings,
Has left so far behind swift-pinioned Fame,
She could not reach us with a warrior's name.
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