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Now is there not good reason to break forth
Short while a Pilgrim in our nether world,
Of that delightful fragrance which was once,
PAUSE, courteous Spirit! - Balbi supplicates
Enriched and beautified his studious mind:
As with a chosen Friend, nor did he leave
His ears he closed to listen to the Song
Composed at Grasmere, during a walk, one Evening, after a stormy day, the Author having just read in a Newspaper that the dissolution of Mr. Fox was hourly expected.
LOUD is the Vale! the Voice is up
With which she speaks when storms are gone,
Of all her Voices, One!
Loud is the Vale;
this inland Depth
In peace is roaring like the Sea;
Yon Star upon the mountain-top
Is listening quietly.
Sad was I, even to pain deprest,
The Comforter hath found me here,
thousands now are sad
Wait the fulfilment of their fear ;
For he must die who is their stay,
Their glory disappear.
# Importuna e grave salma.
A Power is passing from the earth
That Man, who is from God sent forth,
Doth yet again to God return?
Such ebb and flow must ever be ;
Then wherefore should we mourn ?
WRITTEN, NOVEMBER 13, 1814, ON A BLANK LEAF IN A COPY OF THE EXCURSION," UPON HEARING OF
THE AUTHOR'S POEM 66
THE DEATH OF THE LATE VICAR OF KENDAL.
To public notice, with reluctance strong,
Yet for one happy issue ;- and I look
With self-congratulation on the Book
Upon my thoughts his saintly Spirit fed;
He conned the new-born Lay with grateful heart.
Unweeting that to him the joy was given
Which good Men take with them from Earth to Heaven.
SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM, PAINTED BY SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT.
I was thy Neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!
pure the sky, so quiet was the air!
So like, so very like, was day to day!
How perfect was the calm! it seemed no sleep;
Ah! THEN, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam, The lustre, known to neither sea nor land,
But borrowed from the youthful Poet's dream;