Chapter I: Epilogue: Written for Mr. Charles Lee Lewes 163

ENGRAVED BY EDMUND EVANS,

FROM DRAWINGS BY BIRKET FOSTER.

MILL AT LISSOY (_Frontispiece_).
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GOLDSMITH’S TOMB IN THE TEMPLE CHURCHYARD xvii

THE TRAVELLER.

_Or where Campania’s plain forsaken lies_ 5

_Bless’d that abode, where want and pain repair_ 6

_Even now, where Alpine solitudes ascend_ 7

_Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale_ 8

_The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone_ 9

_Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave_ 10

_While oft some temple’s mouldering tops between_ 12

_In florid beauty groves and fields appear_ 13

_A mistress or a saint in every grove_ 14

_Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansions tread_ 16

_With patient angle trolls the finny deep_ 17

_How often have I led thy sportive choir_ 18

_The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail_ 21

_There gentle music melts on every spray_ 24

_Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around_ 27

THE DESERTED VILLAGE.

_The never-failing brook, the busy mill_ 32

_The shelter’d cot, the cultivated farm_ 33

_And many a gambol frolick’d o’er the ground_ 34

_The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest_ 35

_Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew_ 37

_The swain responsive as the milk-maid sung_ 38

_And fill’d each pause the nightingale had made_ 39

_To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn_ 40

_The village preacher’s modest mansion rose_ 41

_Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride_ 42

_At church, with meek and unaffected grace_ 43

_Low lies that house, where nut-brown draughts inspir’d_ 45

_No more the farmer’s news, the barber’s tale_ 45

_Space for his lake, his park’s extended bounds_ 48

_Where the poor houseless, shivering female lies_ 50

_Her modest looks the cottage might adorn_ 51

_Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey_ 52

_The cooling brook, the grassy-vested green_ 53

_And left a lover’s for a father’s arms_ 54

_Downward they move, a melancholy band_ 56

THE HERMIT.

_Then turn, to-night, and freely share whate’er my cell bestows_ 58

_The hermit trimm’d his little fire, and cheer’d his pensive
guest_ 61

_And when, beside me in the dale; he caroll’d lays of love_ 64

THE CAPTIVITY.

_Ye hills of Lebanon, with cedars crown’d_ 69

_Fierce is the tempest rolling along the furrow’d main_ 74

_As panting flies the hunted hind, where brooks refreshing stray_ 80

_O Babylon! how art thou fall’n_ 83

THE HAUNCH OF VENISON 90

THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION 102

AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG 109

THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS 116

ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING 125

SONG--“THE THREE PIGEONS” 130

BIRDS 142