Are there buds on our willow-tree? Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing! Round the angler's trysting-tree? Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing! Through the angler's trysting-tree? Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing! Tell, sweet thrushes, tell to me! Are there flowers 'neath our willow-tree? Spring and flowers at the trysting-tree? Go, let the diving negro seek For gems, hid in some forlorn creek: We all pearls scorn Save what the dewy morn Where winds, sometimes, our woods perhaps may Congeals upon each little spire of grass, shake, Which careless shepherds beat down as they pass; And gold ne'er here appears, Save what the yellow Ceres bears. Blest silent groves, O, may you be, May pure contents Forever pitch their tents Upon these downs, these meads, these rocks, these mountains! And peace still slumber by these purling fountains, Which we may every year Meet, when we come a-fishing here. SIR HENRY WOTTON. In a put away And, love's first whisper, from her untroubled sheep, he he soft brown hair, Tone as com a dee عر shines above, The star of love now DESCRIPTIVE POEMS. NORHAM CASTLE. [The ruinous castle of Norham (anciently called Ubbanford) is situated on the southern bank of the Tweed, about six miles above Berwick, and where that river is still the boundary between Eng. land and Scotland. The extent of its ruins, as well as its historical importance, shows it to have been a place of magnificence as well as strength. Edward I. resided there when he was created umpire of the dispute concerning the Scottish succession. It was repeatedly taken and retaken during the wars between England and Scotland, and, indeed, scarce any happened in which it had not a principal share. Norham Castle is situated on a steep bank, which overhangs the river. The ruins of the castle are at present considerable, as well as picturesque. They consist of a large shattered tower, with many vaults, and fragments of other edifices, enclosed within an outward wall of great circuit.] A horseman, darting from the crowd, His bugle-horn he blew ; For well the blast he knew; And joyfully that knight did call To sewer, &quire, and seneschal. "Now broach ye a pipe of Malvoisie, And all our trumpets blow; Lord Marmion waits below." Then to the castle's lower ward Sped forty yeomen tall, The iron-studded gates unbarred, Raised the portcullis' ponderous guard, The lofty palisade unsparred, And let the drawbridge fall. Along the bridge Lord Marmion rode, |