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Craven Blossoms

or, Poems chiefly connected with the district of Craven. By Robert Storey

Story, Robert (1795-1860)

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THE HUNTING OF CRAVEN.

XI.

XII.

XIII.

XVIII.

XIX.

XX.

XXI.

XXII.

XXIII.

XXIV.

XXV.

XXVI.

XXVII.

XXVIII.

XXIX.

XXXV.

XXXVI.

ON THE DEATH OF MISS ---

O WHY IS THERE WOE?

TO A ROBIN RIDBRUST

ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY.

DEVOTIONAL STANZAS.

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XVIII.

Dark gather round the clouds of Eve,
As Gordale's jaws the train receive.
But ere they reached the cavern wild—
“Lady, the Saints to-day have smiled,”
Began the Monk. “The chance was thine
To see in morning's brilliant shine
The Cove's fair rock; 'twas thine to view
Of Malham's Lake the surface blue
Laughing in sunbeam and in breeze;
And now, as if the more to please,

The same kind day, its smile that gave
To gorgeous rock and placid wave,
Sends down its darkest glooms to suit
A scene that holds the gazer mute.”
He said, and turning to the right,
Stern Gordale burst upon their sight.
Three paces back the Strangers draw,
And pause in wonder mixed with awe.

I must here remind the reader that he is perusing a fragment, in which minor details have been omitted. He must be kind enough to suppose that, as the term cavalcade is discontinued, the party have left their horses at Malham.