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IMITATION OF SPENSER1
It seem'd an emerald in the silver sheen Of the bright waters; or as when on high,
Through clouds of fleecy white, laught the cerulean sky.
And all around it dipp'd luxuriously Slopings of verdure through the glossy tide,
Which, as it were in gentle amity, Rippled delighted up the flowery side; As if to glean the ruddy tears, it tried, Which fell profusely from the rose-tree stem!
Haply it was the workings of its pride, In strife to throw upon the shore a gem Outvieing all the buds in Flora's diadem. 1813 or 1814. 1817.1
HOW MANY BARDS GILD THE LAPSES OF TIME
How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted fancy,-I could brood Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime: And often, when I sit me down to rhyme, These will in throngs before my mind intrude:
But no confusion, no disturbance rude Do they occasion; 'tis a pleasing chime. So the unnumber'd sounds that evening store;
The songs of birds-the whisp'ring of the leaves
The voice of waters-the great bell that heaves
With solemn sound,-and thousand others more,
That distance of recognizance bereaves, Make pleasing music, and not wild up91816. 1817.
KEEN, FITFUL GUSTS ARE WHISPERING HERE AND THERE
KEEN, fitful gusts are whispering here and there
Among the bushes half leafless, and dry;
Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair:
For I am brimful of the friendliness
TO ONE WHO HAS BEEN LONG IN CITY PENT
To one who has been long in city pent 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair" And open face of heaven,-to breathe a prayer
Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,
Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
No one who once the glorious sun has
And all the clouds, and felt his bosom clean
For his great Maker's presence, but must know
What 'tis I mean, and feel his being glow:
Therefore no insult will I give his spirit, By telling what he sees from native merit.
O Poesy for thee I hold my pen
Upon some mountain-top until I feel
And echo back the voice of thine own tongue ?
O Poesy! for thee I grasp my pen
Yield from thy sanctuary some clear air,
Of luxury, and my young spirit follow The morning sun-beams to the great Apollo
Like a fresh sacrifice; or if I can bear The o'erwhelming sweets, 'twill bring me to the fair
Visions of all places: a bowery nook Will be elysium-an eternal book Whence I may copy many a lovely saying About the leaves, and flowers-about the playing
Of nymphs in woods, and fountains; and the shade
Keeping a silence round a sleeping maid
And many a verse from so strange influence
That we must ever wonder how, and whence
It came. Also imaginings will hover Round my fireside, and haply there dis
Vistas of solemn beauty, where I'd wander
In happy silence, like the clear meander Through its lone vales; and where I found a spot
Of awfuller shade, or an enchanted grot, Or a green hill o'erspread with chequered dress
Of flowers, and fearful from its love liness,
Write on my tablets all that was permitted,
All that was for our human senses fitted. Then the events of this wide world I'd seize
Like a strong giant, and my spirit teaze
Stop and consider! life is but a day :
While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep
Of Montmorenci. Why so sad a moan?