Nugae Canorae Poems by Charles Lloyd ... Third Edition, with Additions |
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STANZAS, WRITTEN BY ULSWATER, CUMBERLAND.
May, 1795.
Fair lake, I mark thine ample tide,
Thy crisped surface clear and blue;
I mark the groves that fringe thy side
Reflected in thy mirror true.
Thy crisped surface clear and blue;
I mark the groves that fringe thy side
Reflected in thy mirror true.
I mark yon grey rocks rudely wild,
That nod stupendous o'er the vale;
I feel the breezes warm and mild,
That haste to fill yon silken sail.
That nod stupendous o'er the vale;
I feel the breezes warm and mild,
That haste to fill yon silken sail.
I see the transient shadow pass
Along thy variegated hills;
And while they lave the margin grass,
I hear thy sweetly murmuring rills.
Along thy variegated hills;
And while they lave the margin grass,
I hear thy sweetly murmuring rills.
I hear the mellow-melting horn,
While Echo swells each languid close;
On every breeze is music borne!—
On every object beauty glows!
While Echo swells each languid close;
On every breeze is music borne!—
On every object beauty glows!
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Welcome the wild tumultuous thrill!
Hail, child of Nature, fond alarm!
To me this sigh is pleasing still,
To me this tear has many a charm.
Hail, child of Nature, fond alarm!
To me this sigh is pleasing still,
To me this tear has many a charm.
But yet I wish—thou hov'ring sigh,
But yet I wish—thou glowing tear,
I wish—and yet I scarce know why—
Sophia, when you rise, were near.
But yet I wish—thou glowing tear,
I wish—and yet I scarce know why—
Sophia, when you rise, were near.
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