. Poems . displayed;Usurped the canvass of the crowded chased a line of heroes from the slept the horn each jocund echo many a smile and many a story drew!High oer the heartli his forest-trophies their fantastic branches wildly would he dwell on the vast antlers there!These dashed the wave, those fanned the mountain-air,All, as they froAvned, unwritten records boreOf gallant feats and festivals of yore. But why the tale prolong?—His only darling Julia on the stranger little arts a fretful sire to gentle gaiety, and
. Poems . displayed;Usurped the canvass of the crowded chased a line of heroes from the slept the horn each jocund echo many a smile and many a story drew!High oer the heartli his forest-trophies their fantastic branches wildly would he dwell on the vast antlers there!These dashed the wave, those fanned the mountain-air,All, as they froAvned, unwritten records boreOf gallant feats and festivals of yore. But why the tale prolong?—His only darling Julia on the stranger little arts a fretful sire to gentle gaiety, and native ease 40 Had won his soul; and rapturous Fancy shed Her golden lights, and tints of rosy red. But ah! few days had passed, ere the bright vision fled! When Evening tinged the lakes ethereal blue,And her deep shades irregularly threw;Their shifting sail dropt gently from the cove,Down by St. Herberts consecrated grove;Whence erst the chanted hymn, the tapered riteAmused the fishers solitary night:. 41 And still the mitred window, richly \\Teatlied,A sacred calm thro the brown foliage breathed. The wild deer, starting thro the silent glade,With fearful gaze their various course hung in ah the hoary goat reclined,His streaming beard the sport of every wind;And, wdiile the coot her jet-wing loved to lave,Rocked on the bosom of the sleepless wave;The eagle rushed from Skiddaws purple crest,A cloud still brooding oer her giant-nest. And now the moon had dimmed with dewy rayThe few fine flushed of departing the wide waters deep serene she hung,And her broad lights on every mountain flung;When lo! a sudden blast the vessel to the surge consigned the little , all escaped—but ere the lover boreHis faint and faded Julia to the sense had fled!—Exhausted by the storm,A fatal trance hung oer her pallid form;Her closing eye a trembling lustre fired;Twas lifes last spark—it fluttered and expired! The father strewed his white hairs
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