A TOPOGRAPHICAL ODE. Were I a cloud, o'er thee o Keswic-lake! And in thy calmest nook Now would I nestle on thy cliffy sides, Of ether's shoreless sea; Now floating low between thy opening hills, Thy bending banks along : 23 5 10 There when the yellow dawn o'erhangs *Lodore, (Ere yet the Genius of the sounding flood With yellow glory crowns The cataract of his pride,) I'll wring the dew-drops from my golden curls, In livelier green to clothe : There, when the fading Sun draws near the +vale, From whose blue lap the oozy-pillowed waves Of sheety Basenthwaite At hazy distance gleam,) I'll weave the crimson lining of the tent, Where jealous Evening from the musing eye His couch of dumb repose. 15 20 25 *Lodore, a mountain noted for the waterfall on its side, lies to the east of lake Keswic. + Lake Basenthwaite stretches westward from Keswic. Were I a mist, I'd arch a dusky vault And strew with sullen gloom Unbeaming thence the sultry *noon to him, Whom virgin-beauty's timid eye pursues As in the strife of oars He plies the fervid arm; Or on the lonely Ness from chilly urn A dim-depending veil 30 35 40 Borrodale is the southern boundary of the Lake. The peninsulated mountain Borro-ness almost blocks its entrance; within this is a black-lead mine, (see line 126) for the better working of which, a Roman fortress built near the summit of the Ness was pulled down. † In August, an annual prize is rowed for on the lake. 45 Whence the swart fairies of the mine below Too weak to awe the land. Were I a flame-shaft of the northern * dawn On Skiddaw's highth I'd take my glittering stand, His murky brow sublime, While Darkness still with her broad mantle wraps The giant-limbs of his majestic form, And Silence clasps his foot Save where hoarse torrents rush. Thence would I stretch my sword cherubic wide A ruby sea of fire Between thy mountains dun. * Skiddaw lies to the north of Keswic. 55 55 50 28 öd Edin., 150 REPRINT. BRAITHWAIT (Richard) Rules and Orders for the Government C 5 Then quench the fervent blushes on thy cheek, To sparkle thro' the air In many a fleecy flake. 60 Yet wherefore dream? perchance when life recedes That tempts my trammel'd step To droil in earthly care, The doom-fulfilling Angel shall conduct Above thy shining floor That heave their sapphire roofs; To my delighted spirit shall consign Or thro' thy bubbling wave: Of every breeze that plays along thy breast, Thy dark-brown hills among. 65 70 |