Miscellaneous Poems. LINES WRITTEN ON VISITING A AT the silence of twilight's contemplative hour, On the wind-shaken weeds that embosom the bower, Where the home of my forefathers stood. All ruin'd and wild is their roofless abode, And lonely the dark raven's sheltering tree; And travell'd by few is the grass-cover'd road, Where the hunter of deer and the warrior trode To his hills that encircle the sea. Yet, wand'ring, I found on my ruinous walk, Like a brotherless hermit, the last of its race, Where the flow'r of my forefathers grew. Though the wilds of enchantment, all vernal and bright, In the days of delusion by fancy combin'd, With the vanishing phantoms of love and delight, Be hush'd my dark spirit! for wisdom condemns Through the perils of chance, and the scowl of disdain, May thy front be unalter'd, thy courage elate! Yea! even the name I have worshipp'd in vain Shall awake not the sigh of remembrance again; To bear is to conquer our fate. ODE TO WINTER. WHEN first the fiery-mantled sun More remote, and buxom brown, The Queen of vintage bow'd before his throne; A rich pomegranate gemm'd her crown, But howling Winter fled afar Round the shore where loud Lofoden And trampling on her faded form; The shaft that drives him to his northern field, O sire of storms! whose savage ear Thy horror-breathing agues cease to lend, Of innocence descend. But chiefly spare, O king of clouds! The sailor on his airy shrouds, When wrecks and beacons strew the steep, And spectres walk along the deep; Milder yet thy snowy breezes Pour on yonder tented shores ;* * This Ode was written in Germany at the close of the year 1800, before the conclusion of hostilities. Where the Rhine's broad billow freezes, To many a deep and dying groan? May spare the victim fallen low; But man will ask no truce to death, No bounds to human woe. THE BEECH TREE'S PETITION. OH! leave this barren spot to me- |