From the Same. To the Supreme Being Surprised by joy, impatient as the Wind Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go? With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh The world is too much with us; late and soon A volant Tribe of Bards on earth are found. Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour! With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky Even as a dragon's eye that feels the stress. The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand The most alluring clouds that mount the sky of Waterloo, by Haydon . To the Rev. Christopher Wordsworth, D.D., Master of To the Planet Venus, upon its Approximation (as an Evening Star) to the Earth, Jan. 1838 Wansfell! this Household has a favored lot 390 391 392 POEMS ON THE NAMING OF PLACES. ADVERTISEMENT. By persons resident in the country and attached to rural objects, many places will be found unnamed or of unknown names, where little incidents must have occurred, or feelings been experienced, which will have given to such places a private and peculiar interest. From a wish to give some sort of record to such incidents, and renew the gratification of such feelings, names have been given to places by the Author and some of his friends, and the following Poems written in consequence. I. Ir was an April morning: fresh and clear Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice Was softened down into a vernal tone. The spirit of enjoyment and desire, |