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Oh, sorrow and reproach! Have ye to learn,
Let no man write
How happier thus, in that heroic mood
THANKSGIVING FOR VICTORY.
WRITTEN FOR MUSIC, AND COMPOSED BY SHIELD.
GLORY to thee in thine omnipotence,
And dost dispense,
(Which passeth mortal sense,)
The lot of Victory still ;
And bowing to the dust
For which our hymns we raise,
Glory to thee, and praise, Almighty God, by whom our strength was given ! Glory to thee, O Lord of earth and heaven!
WRITTEN IN LADY LONSDALE'S ALBUM, AT LOWTHER CASTLE,
ост. 13, 1821,
I felt my cheeks bedewed,
No monuments behind.
Not for themselves alone
Which yet adorn the land:
The creatures of a day.
And hospitable halls.
The sun those wide-spread battlements shall crest,
Thy towers with sanctity.
But thou the while shalt bear
Thy Founder's virtuous fame.
And happiness thy dower!
ADDRESSED TO W. R. TURNER, ESQ., R.A., ON HIS VIEW OF
THE LAGO MAGGIORE FROM THE TOWN OF ARONA.
[Engraved for the "Keepsake" of 1829. ]
1. TURNER, thy pencil brings to mind a day
When from Laveno and the Beuscer Hill I over Lake Verbanus held my way
In pleasant fellowship, with wind at will; Smooth were the waters wide, the sky serene, And our hearts gladdened with the joyful scene;
Joyful, — for all things ministered delight, –
The lake and land, the mountains and the vales ; The Alps their snowy summits reared in light,
Tempering with gelid breath the summer gales ; And verdant shores and woods refreshed the eye, That else had ached beneath that brilliant sky.
3. To that elaborate island were we bound,
Of yore the scene of Borromean pride, – Folly's prodigious work; where all around,
Under its coronet, and self-belied, Look where you will, you cannot choose but see The obtrusive motto's proud “HUMILITY !”
Far off the Borromean saint was seen,
Distinct, though distant, o'er his native town, Where his Colossus with benignant mien
Looks from its station on Arona down : To it the inland sailor lifts his eyes, From the wide lake, when perilous storms arise.
5. But no storm threatened on that summer day;
The whole rich scene appeared for joyance made ; With many a gliding bark the mere was gay,
The fields and groves in all their wealth arrayed :