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The lintwhites sing in chorus; There's pleasant Teviotdale, a land
"Let beeves and home-bred kine partake
Float double, swan and shadow!
Made blithe with plough and harrow: Why throw away a needful day
To go in search of Yarrow?
My true-love sighed for sorrow, And looked me in the face, to think I thus could speak of Yarrow!
"What's Yarrow but a river bare,
That glides the dark hills under? There are a thousand such elsewhere As worthy of your wonder."
- Strange words they seemed of slight
To-day, nor yet to-morrow;
"There's Galla Water, Leader Haughs, Both lying right before us;
And Dryburgh, where with chiming ON A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE IN
PAINTED BY SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT.
I WAS thy neighbor once, thou rugged pile!
Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee:
"Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown!
Ah! why should we undo it?
"If care with freezing years should come,
Should life be dull, and spirits low,
I saw thee every day; and all the while
So pure the sky, so quiet was the air!
It trembled, but it never passed away.
How perfect was the calm! It seemed | That_hulk which labors in the deadly no sleep,
No mood, which season takes away, or
I could have fancied that the mighty
Was even the gentlest of all gentle things.
Ah! then if mine had been the painter's hand
To express what then I saw; and add the gleam,
The light that never was on sea or land,
I would have planted thee, thou hoary
Amid a world how different from this!
A picture had it been of lasting ease,
Such, in the fond illusion of my heart, Such picture would I at that time have made;
And seen the soul of truth in every part, A steadfast peace that might not be betrayed.
Not for a moment could I now behold
Then, Beaumont, Friend! who would
This sea in anger, and that dismal shore.
This rueful sky, this pageantry of fear!
O, 't is a passionate work!-yet wise and well,
Well chosen is the spirit that is here;
And this huge castle, standing here sublime,
love to see the look with which it
Cased in the unfeeling armor of old time
The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves.
Farewell, farewell the heart that lives alone,
Housed in a dream, at distance from the kind!
ODE TO DUTY.
STERN daughter of the voice of God!
I have submitted to a new control:
So once it would have been, 't is so no Who art a light to guide, a rod
A power is gone, which nothing can
A deep distress hath humanized my soul.
Such happiness, wherever it be known,
But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer, And frequent sights of what is to be borne !
Such sights, or worse, as are before me here:
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
There are who ask not if thine eye
Serene will be our days and bright,
Live in the spirit of this creed; Yet find that other strength, according to their need.
I, loving freedom, and untried,
Through no disturbance of my soul,
I long for a repose which ever is the same.
Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees,
And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry.
Stern lawgiver! yet thou dost wear
Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay,
And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth:
So do not let me wear to-night away: Without thee what is all the morning's wealth?
Come, blesséd barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
THE world is too much with us; late and
Getting and spending, we lay waste our
A FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky;
I've thought of all by turns, and still I
Little we see in nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
winds that will be howling at all hours
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of
It moves us not. Great God! I'd rather be
pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn,
Have sight of Proteus coming from the
sea, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathéd horn.
TO THE RIVER DUDDON.
I THOUGHT of thee, my partner and my guide,
As being passed away, —vain sympathies!
For backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
I see what was, and is, and will abide: Still glides the stream, and shall forever glide;
The form remains, the function never
While we, the brave, the mighty, and | "O, come ye in peace here, or come ye in the wise,
We men, who in our morn of youth Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord defied Lochinvar ?"
The elements, must vanish;-be it so! Enough, if something from our hands have power
To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go,
Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know.
"I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied:
swells like the Solway, but ebbs like
now am I come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup
There be maidens in Scotland more
That would gladly be bride to the young