Nugae Modernae Morning thoughts, and midnight musings: consisting of casual reflections, egotisms, &c. In prose and verse. By Thomas Park |
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WRITTEN
ON THE PIER-HEAD AT DOVER,
AFTER A VISIT TO DENTON-COURT, THE SEAT OF
SIR EGERTON BRYDGES, BART. |
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WRITTEN ON THE PIER-HEAD AT DOVER, AFTER A VISIT TO DENTON-COURT, THE SEAT OF SIR EGERTON BRYDGES, BART.
Denton! thy tranquil bowers have tun'd my heartTo such pure love of sylvan quietude,
That the gay tumult of this crowded mart
Seems irksome, and for solace much too rude.
Yon armed mounds, where rush the sons of war
To the trump's clangor, bode no calm delight;
And round this peopled pier, a strife-like jar
Of voices puts all soothing thought to flight.
Thy wood-crown'd walks, dear Denton! brought the coo
Of the mild dove on my unstartled ear;
Thy airy uplands did my slow step woo,
Thy verdant valleys could my dim sight cheer;
And all thy charms were heighten'd still to me
By life's prime charm—refin'd society.
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