From Indian shore deep-laden stretch their wings And lurid purple chills the expanse beneath. Posted in Dove's rich meads, with patient guile Shrieks from on high, and flaps her solemn wing. Have seized the passing cloud: the torrent rain Before the encroaching vapour. Lost awhile, As melts from Alpine snow Dove laves his rocks Now circles, now with glassy surface calm * "From the description given of Dovedale, even by men of taste, "we had conceived it to be a scene rather of curiosity than of beauty. "We supposed the rocks were formed into the most fantastic shapes; "and expected to see a gigantic display of all the conic sections. "But we were agreeably deceived. The whole composition is chaste, "and picturesquely beautiful, in a high degree." Mr. Gilpin's Observations on the Mountains and Lakes of Cumberland, &c. vol. ii. P. 228. There Contemplation at the fall of eve, By gurgling waters lull'd, with downcast gaze Of life, with beauty charms, with grandeur awes, With holy rapture swells the kindling heart. Dove, o'er thy ampler wave projecting shine Those ivy-mantled towers *; towers once with sighs Sadden'd of captive Mary, jocund once With minstrelsy, when Lancaster convened The throng of barons in his festive hall. *Tutbury Castle, once the prison of Mary Queen of Scots; and in earlier times the residence of John of Gaunt. Stretch'd in her cell with pallid cheek the Queen, If ever the fresh gale she sought to breathe; The huge portcullis rushing from above, The frowning battlement and guarded wall, The arrowy storm, on these wild banks she gaz'd: Gay troops of forest deer unprison'd air Inhaling, and as frolic sport inspir'd Bounding unfetter'd. To new dungeon tost From dungeon her unpitying rival's ear With fruitless prayer she plied. The cold excuse, The taunt, the studied silence of neglect, Silence than cold evasion and than taunt More keen, she bore: yet dreams of brighter hours H Still cherish'd; and still hoped, and hoped anew, To burst the chains which envious hate had twin'd; Till Freedom on the sable scaffold's height Stood hand in hand with all-subduing Death, To end her bondage. Other scenes the bard That deck'd the wall; and glowing through the rows The princely feast of Lancaster. He rose: To sadder themes, with misty eye-balls learn'd Of youths before an aged parent's face In their first onset slain; or, from the sword Of hostile inroad while on foamy steeds |