. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. h rushing down with thunder soundA space the conflagration drowned ;Till gathering strength again it rose,Announced its triumph in its wide its light the landscape sunk — and Rokeby was no more ! Kokcb2- CANTO SIXTH. The summer sun, whose early powerWas wont to gild Matildas bowerAnd rouse her with his matin rayHer duteous orisons to morning sun has three times seenThe flowers unfold on Rokeby green,But sees no more the slumbers flyFrom fair Matildas hazel eye;That morning
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. h rushing down with thunder soundA space the conflagration drowned ;Till gathering strength again it rose,Announced its triumph in its wide its light the landscape sunk — and Rokeby was no more ! Kokcb2- CANTO SIXTH. The summer sun, whose early powerWas wont to gild Matildas bowerAnd rouse her with his matin rayHer duteous orisons to morning sun has three times seenThe flowers unfold on Rokeby green,But sees no more the slumbers flyFrom fair Matildas hazel eye;That morning sun has three times brokeOn Rokebys glades of elm and oak,But, rising from their sylvan screen,Marks no gray turrets glance shapeless mass lie keep and tower,That, hissing to the morning but with smouldering vapor payThe early smile of summer peasant, to his labor to view the blackened mound,Striving amid the ruined spaceEach well-remembered spot to length of frail and fire-scorched wallOnce screened the hospitable hall; ROKEBY. 323. When yonder broken arch was whole,T was there was dealt the weekly dole;And where yon tottering columns nodThe chapel sent the hymn to flits the worlds uncertain span!Nor zeal for God nor love for manGives mortal monuments a dateBeyond the power of Time and towers must share the builders doom;Ruin is theirs, and his a tomb:But better boon benignant HeavenTo Faith and Charity has given,And bids the Christian hope sublimeTranscend the bounds of Fate and Time. Now the third night of summer cameSince that which witnessed Rokebys Brignall cliffs and Scargill brakeThe owlets homilies awake,The bittern screamed from rush and raven slumbered on his crag,Forth from his den the otter drew, —Grayling and trout their tyrant knew, As between reed and sedge he fierce round snout and sharpened prowling by the moonbeam coolWatches the stream or swims the p
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