Through various scenes Tervono still ascends, Full of this maxim, often heard in trade, In stigmatizing satire shake the pen? Muse, for his brow, the laurel wreath prepare, And sing this wonder of mercantile taste; But that is not my case; the muses know Hung in terrorem to their brothers' eyes, When lost in trance by gospel or by law, ELEGY, WRITTEN AT STANTON-DREW. JOYLESS I hail the solemn gloom, Joyless I view the pillars vast and rude And rising from the tomb, Fancy, whither dost thou stray, Check the rising wild delight, Ah! what avails this awful sight MARIA is no more! Why curst remembrance wilt thou haunt my mind, The blessings past are mis'ry now, Upon her lovely brow Her lovelier soul she wore. Soft as the evening gale When breathing perfumes thro' the rose-hedged vale, She was my joy, my happiness refin'd. All hail, ye solemn horrors of this scene, The blasted oak, the dusky green. Ye dreary altars by whose side The druid priest in crimson dyed, And drove the golden knife Into the palpitating seat of life. When rent with horrid shouts the distant valleys rung, The bleeding body bends, The glowing purple stream ascends, Whilst the troubled spirit near Hovers in the steamy air, Again the sacred dirge they sing, Again the distant hill and coppice valley ring. Soul of my dear María haste, Whilst my languid spirits waste, In piercing thee it pierc'd my heart. THE ROMANCE OF THE KNIGHT. MODERNISED BY CHATTERTON.* From "The Romaunte of the Knyghte by John de Bergham." THE pleasing sweets of spring and summer past, * See 'Rowley Poems,' page 225, and note. The fields resign their spangling orbs of gold, The yellow flag uprears its spotted head, The worthy knight ascends his foaming steed, To scatter death among his trembling foes; Down in a dark and solitary vale Where the curst screech-owl sings her fatal tale, His soul's too noble to admit of fear.— gropes the way from whence the cries proceed. The arching trees above obscur'd the light, Here 'twas all evening, there eternal night. And now the rustling leaves and strengthened cry Bespeaks the cause of the confusion nigh; Through the thick brake the astonish'd champion sees A ruffian knyght would force her to the ground, Down to the ground the champion's gauntlet flew, Like two fierce mountain boars enraged they fly, The prancing steeds make Echo rend the sky, Like a fierce tempest is the bloody fight, Dead from his lofty steed falls the proud ruffian knight. I will convey you hence to whence you came. Content; I in your virtue may confide. But, said the fair, as mournful she survey'd |