SONNET XV. LANGUID, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich landscape gleams with softer hue) The streams, and vales, and hills, that steal away. So fares it with the children of the earth: For when life's goodly prospect opens round, SONNET XVI. ON A DISTANT VIEW OF ENGLAND. AH! from mine eyes the tears unbidden start, Scenes of my youth, reviving gales ye bring, Fled are those hours, and all the joys they gave! SONNET XVII. TO THE RIVER CHERWELL, OXFORD. CHERWELL! how pleas'd along thy willow'd hedge Erewhile I stray'd, or when the morn began To tinge the distant turret's gleamy fan, I bid the pipe farewell, and that sad lay Of joy return, as when Heaven's beauteous bow Beams on the night-storm's passing wings below: Whate'er betide, yet something have I won Of solace, that may bear me on serene, 'Till Eve's last hush shall close the silent scene. SONNET XVL A DISTANT VIEW OF ENGLAND. ÂH: from nine eves the tears unbidden start, As thee, my country, and the long-lost sight Of the own chas, that Eft their summits white Above the wave, once more my beating heart With eager hope and filial transport hails! Scenes of my youth, reviving gales ye bring, As when erewhile the tuneful morn of spring Joyous awoke amidst your blooming vales And fill'd with fragrance every painte Fled are those hours, and all Yet still I gaze, and coun That bears me nearer to Stranger to Peace, I |