75 Written at the Request of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., and in his Name, for an Urn, placed by him at the Written with a Pencil upon a Stone in the Wall of the House (an Out-house), on the Island at Grasmere Written with a Slate Pencil on a Stone, on the Side of the Written with a Slate Pencil upon a Stone, the largest of a In these fair vaies hath many a Tree r Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air. Perhaps some needful service of the State O thou who movest onward with a mind There never breathed a man who, when his life O flower of all that springs from gentle blood Not without heavy grief of heart did he Pause, courteous Spirit! - Balbi supplicates By a blest Husband guided, Mary came 147 Epitaph in the Chapel-Yard of Langdale, Westmoreland 146 Address to the Scholars of the Village School of Elegiac Stanzas, suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle, Lines composed at Grasmere, during a Walk one Even- ing, after a Stormy Day, the Author having just read Lines written on a Blank Leaf in a Copy of the Author's Poem "The Excursion," upon hearing of the Death Elegiac Stanzas. (Addressed to Sir G. H. B. upon the Elegiac Musings in the Grounds of Coleorton Hall, the Seat of the late Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart. Written after the Death of Charles Lamb Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg. 177 185 Preface to the Second Edition of several of the foregoing MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. I. EPISTLE TO SIR GEORGE HOWLAND BEAUMONT, BART. From the Southwest Coast of Cumberland. 1811. FAR from our home by Grasmere's quiet Lake, Frowns, deepening visibly his native gloom, What on the Plain we have of warmth and light, From heaviness, oft fly, dear Friend, to thee; Turn from a spot where neither sheltered road Nor hedge-row screen invites my steps abroad; Where one poor Plane-tree, having as it might Darkening the window, ill defends the door - This Dwelling's Inmate more than three weeks' space And oft a Prisoner in the cheerless place, And tired of listening to the boisterous sea Though these dull hours (mine is it, or their shame?) Would tempt me to renounce that humble aim. Her seat upon Olympus, doth forsake Those heights, (like Phoebus when his golden locks He veiled, attendant on Thessalian flocks,) |