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Occasioned by seeing the Ruins of an old Castle.
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. on O THOU, who'mid the world-involving gloom. Sitt'st on yon solitaryspire! ::.
. Or slowly. shak’st the sounding dome, . : ', Or hear'st the wildly-warbling lyre; .. .
Say, when thy musing soul
Bids distant times unrol, And marks the fight of each revolving year, . Of years whose slow-consuming powr. Has clad with moss yon leaning tow'r, : : : : That saw the race of glory run, " That mark'd Ambition's setting sun, That shook old Empire's tow’ring pride, " That swept them down the floating tide.... Say, when these long-unfolding scenes appear, Streams down thy hoary cheek the pity-uarting
Cast o'er yon trackless waste thy wand'ring eye:
Yon hill, whose gold-illumin'd brow,
Once bore the branching wood
That o'er yon murmuring flood Hung wildly waving to the rustling gale; The naked heath, with moss o'ergrown, That hears the lone owl's nightly moan, Once bloom'd with Summer's copious store, Once rais'd the lawn-bespangling flow'r; Or heard some lover's plaintive lay, When, by pale Cynthia's silver ray, All wild he wander'd o'er the lonely dale, And taught the listning Moon the melancholy
Ye wilds where heaven-rapt Fancy roves !
Ye low-brow'd vaults, ye gloomy cells!
When Caledonia’s martial train
Pour'd on the bitart-struck flying Dane!
When War's blood-tinctur'd spear
soul of fight.
But, ah! what hand the smiling prospect brings,
What voice recalls th’ expiring day?
So from some mountain's head,
While bright-eyed Fancy stands in sweet surprise,
The vale where musing Quiet treads,
Some cloudsweeps shadowy o'er the dusky skies, And wraps the flying scene, that fades, and
swims, and dies.
Lo! rising from yon dreary tomb,