XXIII. SHEEP-WASHING. SAD thoughts, avaunt !-the fervour of the year, Duly performed before the Dales-men shear Their panting charge. The distant Mountains hear, Hear and repeat, the turmoil that unites Clamour of boys with innocent despites Of barking dogs, and bleatings from strange fear. Thickens, the pastoral River will forgive Frank are the sports, the stains are fugitive. XXIV. THE RESTING-PLACE. MID-NOON is past ;-upon the sultry mead This Nook-with woodbine hung and straggling weed, Half grot, half arbour-proffers to enclose Or if the Fancy, too industrious Elf, Be loth that we should breathe awhile exempt Here wants not stealthy prospect, that may tempt XXV. METHINKS 'twere no unprecedented feat Atween his downy wings be furnished, there Rough ways my steps have trod ;-too rough and long XXVI. RETURN, Content! for fondly I pursued, The sullen reservoirs whence their bold brood- XXVII. FALLEN, and diffused into a shapeless heap, Of winds though winds were silent-struck a deep Its line of Warriors fled;-they shrunk when tried All other strength the weakest may withstand, All worse assaults may safely be defied. |