Their bounded walks the rugged cliffs along, Nor need'st thou blush that such false themes engage Thy gentle mind, of fairer stores possest; For not alone they touch the village breast, But fill'd in elder time the historic page. There Shakspeare's self, which every garland crown'd, In musing hour his wayward sisters found, * An aquatic bird, like a goose; on the eggs of which the inhabitants of St. Kilda often subsist. Proceed, in forceful sounds and colour bold, In scenes like these, which, daring to depart From sober truth, are still to Nature true, And call forth fresh delight to Fancy's view, The heroic Muse employ'd her Tasso's art. How have I trembled, when, at Tancred's stroke, Its gushing blood the gaping cypress pour'd! When each live plant, with mortal accents spoke, And the wild blast upheaved the vanish'd sword! How have I sat, when piped the pensive wind, To hear his harp by British Fairfax strung! Prevailing poet! whose undoubting mind Believed the magic wonders which he sung! Hence, at each sound, imagination glows! Hence, at each picture, vivid life starts here! Hence his warm lay with softest sweetness flows! Melting it flows, pure, murmuring, strong, and clear, And fills th' impassion'd heart, and wins the harmonious ear! All hail, ye scenes, that o'er my soul prevail! Ye splendid friths and lakes, which, far away, Are by smooth Annan fill'd, or pastoral Taỳ, Or Don's romantic springs, at distance hail! Three rivers in Scotland. The time shall come, when I, perhaps, may tread Or o'er your mountains creep in awful gloom! And mourn on Yarrow's banks, where Willy's laid! And, touch'd with love like mine, preserve my absent friend! Ben Jonson paid a visit on foot, in 1619, to the Scotch poet, Drummond, at his seat of Hawthornden, within 4 miles of Edinburgh. Barrow, it seems, was at Edinburgh University, which is in the county of Lothian. These popular superstitions are enumerated with equal taste and knowledge of the subject. The information is chiefly taken from Martin's Description of the Western Islands of Scotland, published 1703.-B. SU LA TOMBA DI FEDELE. [FROM G. B. MARTELLI.] I freschi doni eterei Di Flora e i molli odori Facil tributo ingenuo Su questa tomba erbosa, Il muto cener posa Garzon, Fedel nomato, A cui di vita il tenero Spettro ululante e misero, Allor che il mondo tace, Non turberà la pace: A sozze maghe e luride Ignota fia quest' urna ; La lor schiera notturna. Ma le Sirene eteree Faran l'avello intorno E qui porrà la rondine Di rose elette e florido Su te, Garzon, cui l'invido Te alla memoria reduce Ogni solinga scena E fia per te sollecito Il cor che ti lamenta, In fin che piaccia il vivere, John and James Keene, Printers, Kingsmead Street, Bath. |