SUCH age how beautiful! O Lady bright, By favouring Nature and a saintly Mind Than flesh and blood; whene'er thou meet'st my sight, Or with the Moon conquering earth's misty air, XLVI. TO ROTHA Q ROTHA, my Spiritual Child! this head was grey Yet shall my blessing hover o'er thee still, Breathed forth beside the peaceful mountain Stream To summon fancies out of Time's dark cell. * * The river Rotha, that flows into Windermere from the Lakes of Grasmere and Rydal. XLVII. A GRAVE-STONE UPON THE FLOOR IN THE CLOISTERS OF WORCESTER CATHEDRAL. "MISERRIMUS!" and neither name nor date, Prayer, text, or symbol, graven upon the stone; From all, and cast a cloud around the fate Of him who lies beneath. Most wretched one, And claim, among the dead, this awful crown ; DISCOVERED AT BISHOPSTONE, HEREFORDSHIRE. WHILE poring Antiquarians search the ground Dawns this time-buried pavement. From that mound Or a fierce impress issues with its foil Of tenderness-the Wolf, whose suckling Twins XLIX. 1830. CHATSWORTH! thy stately mansion, and the pride Of the wild Peak; where new-born waters glide With every semblance of entire content; Yet He whose heart in childhood gave her troth |