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or wood which lies between Brussels and
of France and Rhen. ish Prussia.
And Ardennes waves above them her green Ardennes, the forest
tends over portions Over the unreturning brave,--alas ! 50 Ere evening to be trodden like the grass, Inanimate, without
Which now beneath them, but above shall grow
Of living valour, rolling on the foe
and low !
Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ;
ing 60 The thunder-clouds close o'er it--which when
Blent, mingled, mixed Rider and horse, friend, foe, in one red burial blent.* together,
ture of his mother which had been sent
LINES ADDRESSED TO HIS MOTHER'S PICTURE.
W. Cowper. On that those lips * had language ! Life hath Those lips. The poet passed
was looking at a picWith me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine; thy own sweet smile I to him in 1790, ten
years before hisdeath. see,
Solaced, cheered, The same that oft in childhood solaced * me;
Chase, drive away. 5 Voice only fails, else how distinct they say,
Intelligence, thought“Grieve not, my child; chase * all thy fears fulness, understand
Art, the art of paint-
for ever, here means
the lasting property 10 To quench it !) here shines on me still the of the picture.
the hour of a person's Faithful remembrancer * of one so dear !
death arrives, Time, O welcome guest, though unexpected here ! like a tyrant, will take Who bid'st me honour with an artless song,
Remembrancer ,someAffectionate, a mother lost so long.
thing to remind us.
the soul must pass
I will obey, not willingly alone,
15 Precept, a command But gladly, as the precept * were her own; Filial grief, the sor
And, while that face renews my filial grief,* rowing of a child for Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, its parents.
Shall steep me in Elysian * reverie, * Elysian, perfect hap. A momentary dream that thou art she.
heavenly. Reverie, meditation. My mother! when I learned that thou wast
dead, Conscious, aware of. Say, wast thou conscious * of the tears I shed ?
Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch, &c., he began Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? to taste the miseries Perhaps thou gav’st me, though unfelt, a kiss— 25
His mother Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss : died when he was Ah, that maternal * smile, it answers, Yes. only six years old.
I heard the bell tolled on thy burial-day ; Bliss, perfect happi
I saw the hearse * that bore thee slow away ; Maternal, belonging And, turning from my nursery window, drew to a mother.
30 Hearse, a carriage in a long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu.* which dead bodies are But was it such? It was. Where thou art gone conveyed for burial.
Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. Adieu, good-bye. Peaceful shore, The May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore,* ancients thought that The parting word shall pass my lips no more. 35 over a river to get to Thy maidens,* grieved themselves at my con
cern, Maidens, female ser- Oft gave me promise of thy quick return : My concern, my fret- What ardently I wished, I long believed, ting and sorrow. And, disappointed still, was still deceived ; By expectation every day beguiled,
40 Dupe of to-morrow, Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. deceived as to the Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Stock, supply, store. Till
, all my stock * of infant sorrow spent, Lot, one's position in I learned at last submission to my lot, *
But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. 45
Where once we dwelt our name is heard no Dame is forgotten.
more: Bauble, a gay showy Children not thine have trod my nursery-floor; article, not having
And where the gardener Robin day by day Pastoral house, the Drew me to school along the public way, Rectory of Berkhampstead. where Cowper Delighted with my bauble * coach, and wrapped 50 was born ; a clergy. In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet-capped, man's dwelling. Short-liveil possession,
'Tis now become a history little known, poet and
his That once we called the pastoral house * our parents lived there Effaced, blotted or Short-lived possession ! * but the record fair Themes, the subjects Still outlives many a storm that has effaced
That memory keeps of all thy kindness there 55 a person thinks of or
A thousand other themes * less deeply traced.
the next world.
Heard no more, our
much real value.
Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, Safe, safely.
laid ; 60 Thy morning bounties * ere I left my home, Bounties, gifts, preThe biscuit, or confectionery plum;
Confectionery plum, The fragrant * waters on my cheeks bestowed a plum prepared with By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and sugar.
Fragrant, sweetglowed :
smelling. All this, and more endearing still than all, Knero no fall, was 65 Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall," always
never grew less, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks * Cataracts and breaks, That humour * interposed too often makes : a waterfall, making a All this, still legible* in Memory's page,
great noise and dis
turbance, as a person And still to be so to my latest age,
does when giving way 70 Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay
to passion. Such honours to thee as my numbers * may ; or fancy.
Humour, one's whim Perhaps a frail * memorial,* but sincere- Legible, plain, disNot scorned in heaven, though little noticed tinct
Numbers, verses, here.
poetry. Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the Frail
, not strong, hours,
Memorial, something 75 When, playing with thy vesture's tissued to assist the memory. flowers,*
flowers woven in the The violet,* the pink, and jessamine, * I prick’d them into paper with a pin
Violet and jessamine, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, small flowers which
are prized on account Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and of their sweet smell.
smile), 80 Could those few pleasant hours again appear, Dear delight, great Might one wish bring them, would I wish joy: them here?
Nl requite, badly re.
pay. I would not trust my heart; the dear delight To constrain to comSeems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
pel, to force back.
Unbound spirit, free But no ; what here we call our life is such, from the earthly body. 85 So little to be loved, and thou so much, Albion, the name by
which England was That I should ill requite * thee to constrain knownin olden times, Thy unbound spirit * into bonds again.
and so called from its Thou, as a gallant bark from Albion's * coast white chalk cliffs.
port, (The storms all weathered, and the ocean glides quickly into crossed)
Quiescent, quiet, in a 90 Shoots into port * at some well-favoured isle,
state of repose. Where spices breathe and brighter seasons Airs impregnated, the smile,
a fragrance as of in. There sits quiescent* on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, Streamers gay, bright
looking flags or ban. While airs impregnated * with incense play
ners streaming of 95 Around her, fanning light her streamers gay—* flying in the wind.
air was scented with
after his mother.
So thou, with sails how swift, hast reached the
“Where tempests never beat nor billows roar ;”. Consort, a companion, And thy loved consort * on the dangerous tide husband or wife. The Of life long since has anchored by thy side. poet's father, who died nineteen years But me, scarce hoping to attain that rest,
Always from port withheld, alwaysdistressed, Derious, wandering, Me howling blasts drive devious,* tempest
of the . Tempest tosseil, beat.
pass * lost,
assist them in force steering their ships; Sets me more distant from a prosp'rous course. 105 it is usually called the
Com. Yet, oh! the thought that thou art safe, and pass."
he! Thwarting, hindering, defeating. That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. Deduce, to draw from. My boast is not that I deduce * my birth
From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth; Pretensions, claims. But higher far my proud pretensions * rise- 110
The son of parents passed into the skies.
And now, farewell! Time unrevoked has run Wonted, usual. His wonted* course, yet what I wished is done. Contemplation, study, By contemplation's * help, not sought in vain,
I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again,- 115
To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Violating, injuring. Without the sin of violating * thine ;
And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, . Mimic show, an imi. And I can view this mimic show * of thee,
show, here Time has but half succeeded in his theft meaning the picture.
Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware flows
Delaware's * waters, miles from its source Guarding in sylvan * shades the name of Penn* tains to Delaware Bay.
the apostle, Sylvan, wooded.
Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream Penn, the founder of a colony of English
the city he founded. Quakers in 1682 in There from the troubled sea had Evangeline Pennsylvania, U. S.
landed, an exile, his native Finding among the children of Penn a home country.
and a country.
An exile, one away from
her time in works of
Patience and abnegation of self,* and devotion Abnegation of self, to others,*
denying herself all This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow Devotion to others.
pleasure. had taught her.
After years of fruitless Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but search for Gabriel, to follow
settled among the Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of Quakers, and spent our Saviour,
love and charity. Thus many years she lived as a Sister of
lanes of the city.
as the watchman repeated
well in the city,
Taper, a small wax 15 Then it came to pass that a pestilence * fell on
Pestilence, a plague, the city.
a catching, deadly Thither, by night and by day, came the Sister sickness
deserted and silent,
of the almshouse.
chambers of sickness. 20 Many a languid * head, upraised as Evangeline Languid, weak, ex
Her presence, &c.,
their greatest misery. Suddenly, as if arrested * by fear or a feeling Arrested, stopped.
while a shudder
flowerets dropped from her fingers,
bloom of the morning.
dreadful pain of mind. from
up their pillows. On the pallet * before her was stretched the Pallet, a bed of straw,
form of an old man.
she cheered and com