SONNET TO LOCH LOMOND. BY THE SAME. 3 LOMOND! thy rich and variegated scene, Thine arrowy pines, that mock the rolling year; Thy soft diversity of sweeping bays, Fring'd with each shrub, and edg'd with tenderest turf, Where, as the attenuated north-gale plays, The wild flowers mingle with the harmless surf; Thy long, protracted lake, expansive now (Boldly diversified with wood-crown'd isles) Imprison'd now by rocks, on whose stern brow, Clad with cold heath, the Summer scarcely smilesI welcome fearfully! and hail in thee, The wildest shapings of sublimity. SONNET TO A WOOD-PIGEON, (WRITTEN IN A BOAT, ON LOCH LOMOND, ON SEEING ONE DART INTO A COPSE, ON ONE OF THE ISLANDS OF THE LAKE.) BY THE SAME. WH HITHER, lone wanderer-whither art thou flown ?— The callous mind its power may also owm; SONNET TO THE SABBATH. BY THE SAME. An! quiet day, I oft recall the time, When I did chase my childish sluggishness (The "rear of darkness lingering still") to dress In due sort for thy coming: the first chime Of blithsome bells, that ushered in the morn, Caroll'd to me of rest and simplest mirth: "Twas then all happiness on the wide earth To gaze! I little dreamt, that man was born For aught but wholesome toil and holiest praise, Thanking that God who made him to rejoice! But I am changed now! nor could I raise My sunken spirit, at thy well-known voice; But that thou seemest soothingly to say, "Look up poor mourner, to a better day." SONNET BY THE SAME. DID I not sometimes breathe an anxious sigh Each tear; and with such calming kindliness, I long ere now had fainted! Me to bless Love never comes-nor Hope, "that comes to all!" On thee, ere yet Grief's cankering worm consume SONNET TO A FRIEND. BY MR. CHARLES LAMB. FRIEND of my earliest years and childish days, To cheer our path as featly as we may, With merry song, quaint tale, or roundelay; And we will sometimes talk past troubles o'er, Of mercies shewn, and all our sickness healed, And in his judgments God remembering love; And we will learn to praise God evermore, For those glad tidings of great joy revealed By that sooth Messenger sent from above. |