Category: Poetry
_Needwood!_ if e’er my early voice Hath taught thy echoes to rejoice; If e’er my hounds in opening cry Have fill’d thy banks with ecstacy; If e’er array’d in cheerful green Our train hath deck’d thy wintry scene; Ere yet thy wood-wild walks I leave, My tributary verse receive:...
_Needwood!_ if e’er my early voice Hath taught thy echoes to rejoice; If e’er my hounds in opening cry Have fill’d thy banks with ecstacy; If e’er array’d in cheerful green Our...
2. Part 2Yon hill, that glows with southern rays,[27] All-conscious of superior praise, Swells her smooth top and pastures green, And of her sisters seems the queen; Proud from her ancie...
3. Part 3When Nature, with exulting smile, Form’d from her stores this happy Isle, Curious, and bounteously intent To raise a central ornament, She cull’d the brightest and the best; And...
4. Part 4Then haply some, who wander near Musing, may lend a partial ear; And if thy venerable age, And awful size their hearts engage, If Nature’s wood-wild walks they love, If violated...
5. Part 5[“_Here Gisborne penn’d his moral lay_] The character and writings both in verse and prose of the Rev. Thomas Gisborne, of Yoxall Lodge, are equally well known and admired: the...