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<h2>Sonnets from <i>Dramatic Scenes, Sketches, and Other Poems</i></h2>
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<span class="date" title="1827">1827</span>.</span>
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<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>I.
<br/><span class="title">WRITTEN IN A BLANK-PAPER BOOK GIVEN TO THE AUTHOR BY A FRIEND.</span><span id="Note1" class="anchor">[1] <span class="note" id="n1">Also appeared in the <span class="date" title="1821">1821</span> New Monthly Magazine as Sonnet. Written in a Blank Paper Book Given To the Author by a Friend(page 387).—lmw</span></span></h3>
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<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P1-L1">My little book, as o’er thy page so white.</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P1-L2">With half-closed eyes in idlest mood I lean,</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P1-L3">Whose is the form that rises still between</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P1-L4">Thy page and me,—a vision of delight?</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P1-L5">Look on those eyes by the bright soul made bright;</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P1-L6">Those curls, which who Antinous’ bust hath seen</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P1-L7">Hath loved; that shape which might beseem a queen;</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P1-L8">That blush of purity; that smile of light.</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P1-L9">’Tis she! my little book dost thou not own</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P1-L10">Thy mistress? She it is, the only she!</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P1-L11">Dost thou not listen for the one sweet tone</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P1-L12">Of her unrivalled voice? Dost thou not see</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P1-L13">Her look of love, for whose dear sake alone,</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P1-L14">My little book, thou art so dear to me?</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
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<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>II.
<br/><span class="title">ON MRS.<span id="Note2" class="anchor">[2] <span class="note" id="n2">Likely a 1827 printer’s error that should read MR., rather than MRS., Hofland. Thomas Hofland was a painter; his spouse, Barbara Hofland, was a writer.—slc</span></span> HOFLAND’S PICTURE OF JERUSALEM AT<br/>THE TIME OF THE CRUCIFIXION.</span><span id="Note3" class="anchor">[3] <span class="note" id="n3">This poem first appears in print in The Literary Gazette and Journal of Belles Lettres, Arts, Sciences, Part 1, 59 (7 March 1818): 155 in the column <q>Original Poetry</q>. There, the poem is dated <span class="date" title="1818-02-24">24 February 1818</span>. This periodical also contains, on page 105, a review of Hofland’s painting as exhibited
at the British Institution. In La Belle Assemblee’s review of the 1827 Dramatic Scenes volume, this poem was chosen to be reprinted in full in the review (See 5 (Jan. to
June 1827): 246).—lmw</span></span>
</h3>
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<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P2-L1">Jerusalem! and at the fatal hour!</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P2-L2">No need of dull and frivolous question here!</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P2-L3">No need of human agents to make clear</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P2-L4">The most tremendous act of human power!</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P2-L5">The distant cross; the rent and falling tower;</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P2-L6">The opening graves, from which the dead uprear</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P2-L7">Their buried forms; the elemental fear</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P2-L8">Where horrid light and horrid darkness lower;</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P2-L9">All tell the holy tale: the mystery</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P2-L10">And solace of our souls. Awe-struck we gaze</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P2-L11">On that so mute yet eloquent history!</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P2-L12">Awe-struck and sad at length our eyes we raise</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P2-L13">To go;—yet oft return that scene to see</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P2-L14">Too full of the great theme to think of praise.</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
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<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>III.
<br/><span class="title">THE FORGET-ME-NOT.</span></h3>
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<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P3-L1">Blossom that lov’st on shadowy banks to lie,</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P3-L2">Gemming the deep rank grass with flowers so blue,</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P3-L3">That the pure turquoise matched with their rich hue</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P3-L4">Pales, fades, and dims; so exquisite a dye,</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P3-L5">That scarce the brightness of the Autumn sky,</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P3-L6">Which sleeps upon the bosom of the stream,</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P3-L7">On whose fringed margent thy star-flowerets gleam</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P3-L8">In its clear azure with thy tints may vie;</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P3-L9">Shade-loving flower, I love thee! not alone</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P3-L10">That thou dost haunt the greenest coolest spot,</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P3-L11">For ever, by the tufted alder thrown,</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P3-L12">Or arching hazel, or vine mantled cot,</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P3-L13">But that thy very name hath a sweet tone</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P3-L14">Of parting tenderness—Forget me not!</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
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<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>IV. <br/><span class="title">TO MR. HENRY RICHARDSON,
<br/><span class="smallcaps">ON HIS PERFORMANCE OF ADMETUS IN THE ALCESTIS OF EURIPIDES,
<br/>AS REPRESENTED IN THE ORIGINAL GREEK AT READING SCHOOL.
<br/><span class="date" title="1824-10">October, 1824</span>.</span></span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P4-L1">For us, on whose sealed ear the classic strain</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P4-L2">Of Athens’ tenderest bard would idly fall</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P4-L3">As instrumental music, or the call</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P4-L4">Of wordless nightingales, for us again</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P4-L5">I thank thee, wondrous boy! that not in vain</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P4-L6">The scene hath overpast which held in thrall</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P4-L7">Milton * and Wordsworth, mightiest names of all</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P4-L8">Living or dead that haunt the Muses’ fane!</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
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<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P4-L9">Thy genius was a language; voice and look,</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P4-L10">Gesture and stillness the deep mystery</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P4-L11">Of a strong grief unveiled. As lightnings dart</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P4-L12">Their quivering brightness o’er the world, each nook</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P4-L13">Illumining and thrilling, so from thee</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P4-L14">Burst the storm-cloud of passion on the heart.</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MRMfn">
<hr class="MRMfn"/>* Milton’s allusion to the ALCESTIS in the sonnet on his wife is well known. Mr. Wordsworth in his Laodamia has the following exquisite lines on the same subject.
<div class="lg">——<span class="line">“Did not Hercules by force<br/></span>
<span class="line">Wrest from the guardian monster of the tomb<br/></span>
<span class="line">Alcestis a reanimated corse,<br/></span>
<span class="line">Given back to dwell on earth in beauty’s bloom?”<span id="Note4" class="anchor">[4] <span class="note" id="n4">Lines 79 to 82.—lmw</span></span><br/></span></div>
—MRM</div>
</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>V.
<br/><span class="title">WRITTEN <span class="date" title="1824-07">JULY, 1824</span>.</span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P5-L1">How oft amid the heaped and bedded hay,</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P5-L2">Under the oak’s broad shadow deep and strong,</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P5-L3">Have we sate listening to the noonday song</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P5-L4">(If song it were monotonously gay)</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P5-L5">Which crept along the field, the summer lay</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P5-L6">Of the grasshopper. Summer is come in pride</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P5-L7">Of fruit and flower, garlanded as a bride,</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P5-L8">And crowned with corn, and graced with length of day</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P5-L9">But cold is come with her. We sit not now</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P5-L10">Listening that merry music of the earth</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P5-L11">Like Ariel <q>beneath the blossomed bough;</q><span id="Note5" class="anchor">[5] <span class="note" id="n5">See The Tempest: <q>Merrily, merrily shall I live now/ Under the blossom that hangs on the bough</q> (act five, scene one).—slc</span></span></span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P5-L12">But all for chillness round the social hearth</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P5-L13">We cluster.—Hark!—a note of kindred mirth</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P5-L14">Echoes!—Oh, wintery cricket, welcome thou!</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
</div>
</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>VI.<br/><span class="title">TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING.</span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P6-L1">Sleep on, my mother! sweet and innocent dreams</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P6-L2">Attend thee, best and dearest! Dreams that gild</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P6-L3">Life’s clouds like setting suns, with pleasure filled</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P6-L4">And saintly joy, such as thy mind beseems,—</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P6-L5">Thy mind where never stormy passion gleams,</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P6-L6">Where their soft nest the dove-like virtues build</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P6-L7">And calmest thoughts, like violets distilled,</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P6-L8">Their fragrance mingle with bright wisdom’s beams.</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P6-L9">Sleep on, my mother! not the lily’s bell</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P6-L10">So sweet; not the enamoured west-wind’s sighs</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P6-L11">That shake the dew-drop from her snowy cell</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P6-L12">So gentle; not that dew-drop ere it flies</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P6-L13">So pure. E’en slumber loves with thee to dwell</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P6-L14">Oh model most beloved of good and wise!</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div> </div>
</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>VII. <br/><span class="title">ON A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.</span><span id="Note6" class="anchor">[6] <span class="note" id="n6">Also appeared in the <span class="date" title="1822">1822</span> New Monthly Magazine as Sonnet. (page 192).—lmw</span></span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P7-L1">Look where she sits in languid loveliness,</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P7-L2">Her feet upgathered, and her turban’d brow</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P7-L3">Bent o’er her hand, her robe in ample flow</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P7-L4">Disparted! Look in attitude and dress</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P7-L5">She sits and seems an Eastern Sultaness!</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P7-L6">And music is about her, and the glow</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P7-L7">Of young fair faces, and sweet voices go</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P7-L8">Forth at her call, and all about her press.</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P7-L9">But no Sultana she! As in a book</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P7-L10">In that fine form and lovely brow we trace</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P7-L11">Divinest purity, and the bright look</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P7-L12">Of genius. Much is she in mind and face</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P7-L13">Like the fair blossom of some woodland nook</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P7-L14">The wind-flower*,—delicate and full of grace.</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MRMfn">
<hr class="MRMfn"/>* The Hampshire name of the wood-anemone.—MRM</div>
</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading">
<br/>VIII.
<br/><span class="title">TO MISS PORDEN*,
<br/><span class="smallcaps">ON HER POEM OF COEUR DE LION.</span></span><span id="Note7" class="anchor">[7] <span class="note" id="n7">Also appeared in the <span class="date" title="1822-08-17">August 17, 1822</span> Literary Gazette under the same title, dated <span class="date" title="1822-06-10">June 10, 1822</span> (page 519).—lmw</span></span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P8-L1">Proudly thy sex may claim thee, young and fair</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P8-L2">And lofty poetess! proudly may tell</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P8-L3">How thou hast sung the arms invincible</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P8-L4">Of him the lion-hearted, in the snare</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P8-L5">Of Austria, as amid the sultry glare</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P8-L6">Of Palestine, triumphant; or the spell</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P8-L7">Of poor Maimoune; or the thoughts that swell</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P8-L8">When suddenly the old remembered air</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P8-L9">Rings from the harp of Blondel; or the bright</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P8-L10">And gorgeous train of England’s chivalry;</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P8-L11">Or, worthy of his kingly foe, the might</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P8-L12">Of paynim Saladin. Oh, proud of thee</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P8-L13">Is woman! proud of thy bold muse’s flight!</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P8-L14">Proud of thy gentle spirit’s purity.</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MRMfn">
<hr class="MRMfn"/>* My late dear and lamented friend Mrs. <span class="sic">Francklin</span><span class="reg">Franklin</span>.—MRM</div>
</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>IX. <br/><span class="title">TO MR. HAYDON, ON A STUDY FROM NATURE.</span><span id="Note8" class="anchor">[8] <span class="note" id="n8">Haydon study, as yet unidentified, from <span class="date" title="1817-05-21">before 21 May 1817</span>, the first publication date of the poem. May refer to a preliminary sketch for Christ’s Entry into Jerusalem.—lmw, slc</span></span><span id="Note9" class="anchor">[9] <span class="note" id="n9">Also appeared in the <span class="date" title="1817-07-19">July 19, 1817</span> Literary Gazette as To Mr. Haydon dated <span class="date" title="1817-05-21">21st May, 1817</span> (page 41).—lmw</span></span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P9-L1"><q>Tears in the eyes and on the lips a sigh!</q><span id="Note10" class="anchor">[10] <span class="note" id="n10">Likely an inexact quotation from Marmion: <q>She look’d down to blush, and she look’d up to sigh,/ With a smile on her lips and
a tear in her eye</q>, found in the often-quoted section on young Lochinvar.—lmw, slc</span></span></span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P9-L2">Haydon! the great, the beautiful, the bold,</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P9-L3">Thy wisdom’s king, thy mercy’s God unfold,</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P9-L4">There art and genius blend in union high.</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P9-L5">But this is of the soul. The majesty</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P9-L6">Of grief is here, grief cast in such a mould</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P9-L7">As Niobe of yore. The tale is told</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P9-L8">All at a glance—A childless mother I!</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P9-L9">The tale is told:—but who can e’er forget</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P9-L10">That e’er hath seen that visage of despair!</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P9-L11">With unaccustom’d tears our cheeks are wet;</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P9-L12">Heavy our hearts with unaccounted care;</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P9-L13">Upon our thoughts it presses like a debt;</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P9-L14">We close our eyes in vain—that face is there!</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
</div>
</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>X. <br/><span class="title">ENGLEFIELD HOUSE: <br/><span class="smallcaps">THE SEAT OF R. BENYON DE BEAUVOIR, ESQ. NEAR READING.</span></span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P10-L1">There is a pride, as of an elder day</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P10-L2">About thee, Englefield! Midway thy steep</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P10-L3">And wood-crowned eminence, where round thee sweep</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P10-L4">Green flowery lawns, trees in the fresh array</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P10-L5">Of summer, meadows with the close-piled hay</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P10-L6">Studded, blue waters that do seem to creep</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P10-L7">All listlessly for heat, and cots that sleep</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P10-L8">I’ the sunshine. How thou tower’st above the gay</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P10-L9">And lovely landscape, in the majesty</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P10-L10">Of thy old beauty! Even those mansions bright,</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P10-L11">That pretty town, that gothic chapelry *</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P10-L12">With front and pinnacle so rich and light,</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P10-L13">Seem all as toys and costly pageantry</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P10-L14">Made but for thy proud halls and their delight.</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
</div>
<div class="MRMfn">
<hr class="MRMfn"/>* The new Church at Theale, a beautiful specimen of modern Gothic.—MRM</div>
</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading">
<br/>XI.
<br/><span class="title"><span class="date" title="1819-01-01">NEW YEAR’S DAY. 1819.</span></span>
<br/><span class="smallcaps">TO MRS. DICKINSON.</span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P11-L1">Banquet and song, and dance and revelry!—</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P11-L2">Auspicious year born in so fair a light</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P11-L3">Of gaiety and beauty! happy night</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P11-L4">Sacred to social pleasure, and to thee</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P11-L5">Its dear dispenser, of festivity</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P11-L6">The festive queen, the moving spirit bright</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P11-L7">Of music and the dance, of all delight</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P11-L8">The gentle mistress, bountiful and free.</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P11-L9">Oh happy night! and oh succeeding day</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P11-L10">Far happier! when ’mid converse and repose</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P11-L11">Handel’s sweet strains came sweetened, and the lay</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P11-L12">Divine of that old Florentine arose,</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P11-L13">Dante, and Genius flung his torch-like ray</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P11-L14">O’er the dark tale of Ugolino’s woes.</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
</div>
</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>XII. <br/><span class="title">ON TWO OF MR. HOFLAND’S LANDSCAPES.</span><span id="Note11" class="anchor">[11] <span class="note" id="n11">The specific Hofland works referred to here have not yet been identified.—lmw</span></span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P12-L1">A mighty power is in that roaring main</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P12-L2">Broken into huge and foamy waves, which knock</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P12-L3">Against yon mass of battlemented rock</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P12-L4">Dark with storm-laden cloud, and wind-tost rain.</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P12-L5">A lovely power is in that sunny plain</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P12-L6">Where in their beauty the clear waters sleep,</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P12-L7">Fringed in by tender grass, or idly creep</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P12-L8">Where the close tufted banks their course restrain.</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P12-L9">Oh Painter of the elements! to thee</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P12-L10">Alike the gentle or tempestuous hour:</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P12-L11">The throes and heavings of the wintery sea,</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P12-L12">Whilst earth, and sky, and storm, and darkness, lour;</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P12-L13">Or the sweet sunshine brooding peacefully</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P12-L14">O’er wandering rivulet and summer bower.</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
</div>
</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading">
<br/>XIII.
<br/><span class="title">ON HEARING MR. TALFOURD PLEAD IN THE ASSIZE-
<br/>HALL AT READING, ON HIS FIRST CIRCUIT,
<br/><span class="date" title="1821-03">March 1821</span>.</span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P13-L1">Wherefore this stir? ’Tis but a common cause</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P13-L2">Of Cottage plunder: yet in every eye</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P13-L3">Sits expectation;—murmuring whispers fly</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P13-L4">Along the crowded court;—and then a pause;—</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P13-L5">And then a clear crisp voice invokes the laws,</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P13-L6">With such a full and rapid mastery</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P13-L7">Of sound and sense, such nice propriety,</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P13-L8">Such pure and perfect taste, that scarce the applause</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P13-L9">Can be to low triumphant words chained down</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P13-L10">Or more triumphant smiles. Yes, this is he,</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P13-L11">The young and eloquent spirit whose renown</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P13-L12">Makes proud his birth-place! a high destiny</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P13-L13">Is his; to climb to honour’s palmy crown</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P13-L14">By the <span class="sic">strait</span><span class="reg">straight</span> path of truth and honesty.</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
</div>
</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>XIV. <br/><span class="title">THE FISHING-SEAT, WHITEKNIGHTS.</span><span id="Note12" class="anchor">[12] <span class="note" id="n12">Mitford encloses a copy of this poem in her <span class="date" title="1817-10-11">October 11, 1817</span> letter to Sir William Elford.—lmw</span></span><span id="Note13" class="anchor">[13] <span class="note" id="n13">Also appeared in the <span class="date" title="1827">1827</span> Literary Souvenir (page 287).—lmw</span></span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P14-L1">There is a sweet according harmony</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P14-L2">In this fair scene: this quaintly fluted bower,</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P14-L3">These sloping banks with tree and shrub and flower</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P14-L4">Bedecked, and these pure waters, where the sky</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P14-L5">In its deep blueness shines so peacefully;</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P14-L6">Shines all unbroken, save with sudden light</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P14-L7">When some proud swan majestically bright</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P14-L8">Flashes her snowy beauty on the eye;</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P14-L9">Shines all unbroken, save with sudden shade</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P14-L10">When from the delicate birch a dewy tear</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P14-L11">The west-wind brushes. Even the bee’s blithe trade,</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P14-L12">The lark’s clear carols, sound too loudly here;</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P14-L13">A spot it is for far-off music made,</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P14-L14">Stillness and rest—a smaller Windermere.</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
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<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading">
<br/>XV.
<br/><span class="title">TO A FRIEND ON HER BIRTH-DAY.</span><span id="Note14" class="anchor">[14] <span class="note" id="n14">Also appeared in the <span class="date" title="1822">1822</span> New Monthly Magazine (page 369) signed <q>M</q>.—lmw</span></span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P15-L1">This is the day sacred to love and mirth</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P15-L2">And tender wishes; this the favoured day</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P15-L3">(Sweet superstition!) when the artless lay</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P15-L4">Is welcomed, and the token little worth,</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P15-L5">And the fond vows, which live and have their birth</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P15-L6">In the affectionate heart; a holiday</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P15-L7">It is, for good and gentle, fair and gay,</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P15-L8">My lovely Jane, it gave thee to the earth.</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P15-L9">And thou hast trodden life’s path with a wise glee,</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P15-L10">Maid of the laughing eye! Were I the Queen</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P15-L11">Of that so famous land of of Faëry </span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P15-L12">Where quaintest spirits weave their spells unseen,</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P15-L13">No better benison I’d pour on thee</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P15-L14">Than to be happy still as thou hast been.</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
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<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>XVI. <br/><span class="title">ON LEAVING A FAVOURITE PICTURE.</span><span id="Note15" class="anchor">[15] <span class="note" id="n15">Appeared in the <span class="date" title="1821">1821</span> New Monthly Magazine as Sonnet. On a Landscape by Mr. Hofland(page 392). Later appeared in the <span class="date" title="1827">1827</span> Literary Souvenir (page 233).—lmw</span></span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P16-L1">Young world of peace and loveliness farewell!</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P16-L2">Farewell to the clear lake; the mountains blue;</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P16-L3">The grove, whose tufted paths our eyes pursue</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P16-L4">Delighted; the white cottage in the dell</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P16-L5">By yon old church; the smoke from that small cell</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P16-L6">Amid the hills slow rising; and the hue</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P16-L7">Of summer air, fresh, delicate, and true,</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P16-L8">Breathing of light and life, the master spell!</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P16-L9">Work of the Poet’s eye, the Painter’s hand,</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P16-L10">How close to nature art thou, yet how free</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P16-L11">From earthly stain! the beautiful, the bland,</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P16-L12">The rose, the nightingale resemble thee;—</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P16-L13">Thou art most like the blissful Fairy-land</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P16-L14">Of Spenser, or Mozart’s fine melody.</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
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</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading">
<br/>XVII. <br/><span class="title">WRITTEN IN A FRIEND’S ALBUM</span><span id="Note16" class="anchor">[16] <span class="note" id="n16">Also appeared in Marshall's Christmas Box in <span class="date" title="1831">1831</span>.—lmw</span></span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P17-L1">Book of memorials fair! I cannot trace</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P17-L2">On thy white page the quaintly pencilled bower;</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P17-L3">I have no skill to bid the vivid flower</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P17-L4">Bloom ’mid thy leaves; nor with the immortal grace</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P17-L5">Of proud Apollo, or the goddess face</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P17-L6">Of Hebe deck them. ’Las! my ruder power</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P17-L7">Can but bear record faint of many an hour</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P17-L8">Passed thou mute witness in thy dwelling-place.</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P17-L9">Oh happiest hours, that ever me befall,</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P17-L10">Rich in commingling mind, in fancy’s play!</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P17-L11">Oh happiest hours, whether in music’s thrall,</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P17-L12">Or converse sweet as music pass the day!</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P17-L13">Oh happiest hours! and most beloved of all</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P17-L14">The cherished friend that speeds them on their way!</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
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</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>XVIII. <br/><span class="title">ON VISITING DONNINGTON CASTLE,
<br/><span class="smallcaps">Said to have been the latest residence of Chaucer, <br/>and celebrated for its resistance to the army of <br/>Parliament during the civil wars.</span></span><span id="Note17" class="anchor">[17] <span class="note" id="n17">Also appeared in the <span class="date" title="1821">1821</span> New Monthly Magazine as Sonnet on Visiting Donnington Castle(page 532).—lmw</span></span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P18-L1">Oh, for some gentle spirit to surround</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P18-L2">With clinging ivy thy high-seated towers,</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P18-L3">Fair Donnington, and wipe from Chaucer’s bowers</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P18-L4">The last rude touch of war! All sight, all sound</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P18-L5">Of the old strife boon nature from the ground</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P18-L6">Hath banished. Here the trench no longer lours.</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P18-L7">But, like a bosky dell, begirt with flowers</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P18-L8">And garlanded with May, sinks dimpling round</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
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<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P18-L9">A very spot for youthful lover’s dreams</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P18-L10">In the prime hour. Grisildi’s mournful lay,</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P18-L11">The <q>half-told tale*</q> would sound still sweeter here.</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P18-L12">Oh for some hand to hide with ivy spray</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P18-L13">War’s ravages, and chase the jarring themes</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P18-L14">Of King and State, Roundhead and Cavalier!</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
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<q>
<span class="line">Or call up him who left half told<br/></span>
<span class="line">The story of Cambuscan bold.<br/></span>
</q>—Milton of Chaucer.—Il Pensoroso.—MRM</div>
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<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading">
<br/>XIX. <br/><span class="title">WRITTEN AFTER A VISIT FROM SOME FRIENDS.</span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P19-L1">I could have lengthened out one fleeting hour</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P19-L2">Into an age; sitting at set of sun</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P19-L3">Under the long, low, open shed where won</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P19-L4">The mellow evening light through leaf and flower;</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P19-L5">Playing the hostess in that summer bower</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P19-L6">To such dear guests, whilst rose the antique song</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P19-L7">By those young sister voices poured along</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P19-L8">So wild, so pure, so clear, full of sweet power</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P19-L9">Ringing and vibrating. It was a lay</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P19-L10">That sent a smile into the very heart;</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P19-L11">As when the early lark shoots up in May</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P19-L12">With his blithe matins, rarer than all art</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P19-L13">Save this. Oh happiest and most fleeting day.</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P19-L14">Why art thou gone so soon! Why must we part!</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
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</section>
<section class="poem">
<h3 class="poemHeading"><br/>XX. <br/><span class="title">ON AN INTENDED REMOVAL FROM A FAVOURITE <br/>RESIDENCE.<span class="date" title="1820-11"> November, 1820.</span></span><span id="Note18" class="anchor">[18] <span class="note" id="n18">Also appeared in the <span class="date" title="1822">1822</span> New Monthly Magazine (page 81) signed <q>M</q>.—lmw</span></span></h3>
<div class="lg">
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P20-L1">Adieu beloved and lovely home! Adieu,</span><span class="lineNumber">1</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P20-L2">Thou pleasant mansion, and ye waters bright,</span><span class="lineNumber">2</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P20-L3">Ye lawns, ye aged elms, ye shrubberies light</span><span class="lineNumber">3</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P20-L4">(My own cotemporary trees, that grew</span><span class="lineNumber">4</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P20-L5">Even with my growth;) ye flowers of orient hue,</span><span class="lineNumber">5</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P20-L6">A long farewell to all! Ere fair to sight</span><span class="lineNumber">6</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P20-L7">In summer-shine ye bloom with beauty dight,</span><span class="lineNumber">7</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P20-L8">Your halls we leave for scenes untried and new.</span><span class="lineNumber">8</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P20-L9">Oh shades endeared by memory’s magic power</span><span class="lineNumber">9</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P20-L10">With strange reluctance from your paths I roam!</span><span class="lineNumber">10</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P20-L11">But home lives not in lawn, or tree, or flower,</span><span class="lineNumber">11</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P20-L12">Nor dwells tenacious in one only dome.</span><span class="lineNumber">12</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line indent-2" id="P20-L13">Where smiling friends adorn the social hour,</span><span class="lineNumber">13</span></div>
<div class="line"><span class="line" id="P20-L14">Where they, the dearest are, there will be home.</span><span class="lineNumber">14</span></div>
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