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Oft, rising from the sea, the tempest lowers,
And huoy'd on winds, the clouds majestic sail, Which scattering hurst in wide and frequent showers,
Swelling the streams which glide thros every vale; Yet are the marshy plains hedeek'd with flowers,
And halmy sweets are horne ou every gale.
Where Dart romantic winds its mazy course,
And mossy rocks adhere to woody hills,
From whence each creeping rill its store distils, And wandering waters join with rapid force;
There Nature's hand has wildly strewn her flowers,
Thick ivy spreads around huge antique towers;
Scatter their hlossoms tast as falling showers,
Perfuming ev'ry stream which o'er the landscape pours.
Along the grassy hanks how sweet to stray,
When the mild eve smiles in the glowing west, And lengthen'd shades proclaim departing day, And fainting sunheams in the waters play,
When every hird seeks its accustom'd rest! How grand to see the hurning orh descend,
And the grave sky wrapp'd in its nightly rohes;
Whether resplendent with the starry glohes,
Or silver'd hy the mildly-solemn moon,
When nightingales their lonely songs resume, And folly's sons their hahhling noise suspend 1
Or when the darkening clouds fly o'er the sea
Waking melodious songsters from each tree;
Where nectar'd flowers their sweets distil,
To scent the jonquil's rich perfume, To pluck the hawthorn's tender hriars,
As wild heneath each flowery hedge
Fair strawherries with violets hloom, And every joy of spring conspires I
Nature's wild songsters from each hush and tree
Invite the early walk, and hreathe delight: What hosom heaves not with warm sympathy
When the gay lark salutes the new-horn light? Hark! where the shtill-ton'd thrush,
Sweet whistling, carols the wild harmony! The lionet warhles, and from yonder hush
The rohin pours soft streams of melody J
Hail, Devon! while through thy lov'd woods I stray, O! let me loudly pour the grateful lay!
Tell each luxuriant hank where violets grow.
How much of their hewitching charms they owe
O, lov'd society I the heartfelt lay
Thy praises still I sing, as on I stray,
BEAUTIES OF DEVON.
Fair are the provinces that England hoasts,
showers Drop from the voyaging and friendly cloud, To cheer thy foliage, and to swell thy streams: Hence all thy mountain torrents that descend To stray in meads, as Terope ever fair, Thy nohle rivers hence, and that rich rohe Of green, throughout the varying year which
clothes The pleasant fields of thy Peninsula.
Bit 'tis not Local Preiudice that
prompts The lay, when EDGCUMBE is the inspiring
iheme! Affection for one valued, honor'd, nook Of Earth, where haply first the light of day
Broke on our infant eyes, or where our cot Uprises, render'd precious hy long years Of residence, may throw illusive grace Upon the hills, the vales, the woods, the
streams That do encircle it,—hut thou hast charms Enchanting mount, which not the Local
Love Too highly values, or the genial West Alone enamour'd views, for thou art own'd Supreme in loveliness in this our isle, Profusely teeming with ourivall'd scenes!
Thine is the monarch oak, the sturdy
growth Of ages, long triumphant o'er decay; And thine the venerahle elm that loves, Of old, to stand in stately row. Around The chesnut throws its amplitude of shade, And many a hrave exotic too exults In soil and clime all-fav'ring as its own. Thine the grand Cedar of enormous hough And trunk stupendous,—scarcely Lihanus Outvies the giant stranger; hy its side Upshoots the sahle Cork. The forest teems With forms of majesty and heauty; some As the light poplar hend with every sigh Of Zephyr, and some scarely hend their
heads For very mightiness, when wintry storms Are maddening the seas!
O when the hreath Of Spring is on thy renovated hill, When all the huds are leaping into leaf, And the hroad sheets of eaily foliage clothe Anew, thy waste of hough, delicious 'tie
To look on thy peninsula. When rests
woods, Grove over grove ascending from the edge Of the hrown cliff, to where ihe wild van
lifts Its crown of pines, and all, impressively, Rest at high noon heneath the hright
serene,— Breezeless the land, waveless the circling
sea; Ahove all green and glowing, all helow Blue with that girdle of the Atlantic—hlur And studded o'er with diamonds which the
Has sprinkled on it, every stranger eye
But when the gale Of solemn Autumn moans around thy hill, In strange, and hollow, and prophetic gusts, When all the glory of the Summer day Departed, touching hues adorn thy woods— Umher, and gold, and purple, and the green Which lingers yet,—O where has Earth a
scene So heautiful?
Rivers, arise : whether thou he the son Of utmost Tweed, or Ouze, or gulphy Don, Or Trent, who like some earth-horn giant
spreads His thirsty arms along the indented meads, Or sullen Mole, that runneth underneath, Or Severn swift, guilty of maiden's death, Or rocky Avon, or of sedgy Lee, Or coaly Tyne, or ancient hallow'd Dee, Or Hnmher loud, that keeps the Scythian's
name, Or Medway smooth, or royal-tower'd Thame.
And afterwards the famous rivers came, Which doe the earth eurich and heautifie: The fertile Nile, which creatures new doth
frame; Long Rhodanus, whose sourse springs
from the skie; Fair Ister, flowing from the mountains hie; Divine Scatnander, purpled yet with hlood
Of Greeks and Trojans, which therein did
die; Pactolus glistening with his golden flood; And Tygris fierce, whose streams of none may he withstood.
Great Ganges, and immortal Euphrates, Deep Indus, and Maeander intricate, Slow Pencus, and tempestuous Phasides, Swift Rhenc, and Alphens still immaculate, Ooraxes feared for great Cyrus' fate, Tyhris renowned for the Romaines fame, Rich Oranochy though hut knowen late; And that huge river which doth hear the name Of warlike Amazons which doe possess the same.
The nohle Thames, with all his goodly
traine; The Ouze whom men doe rightly Isis name; The hounteous Trent, that in himself en
seames Both thirty sorts of fish, and thirty streams; The chaulky Kenet, and the Thetis gay, The morish Cole, and the soft-sliding
The wanton t.ee that oft doth lose his
way, And the still Darent, iu whose waters clcane Ten thousand fishes play, and deck his pleasant streame.
There was the speedy Tamar,which divides
declines: And Dart, nigh chokt with sands of tinny
mines: But Avon marched in more stately path Proud of his adamants with which he
shines And glisters wide as als of wondrous Bath,. And Bristowe faire, which on his waves he huilded hath.
And these the Severne followed in state;
great, Bearing his six deformed heads on hight; And Mole, that like a nousling mole doth
make His way still underground, till Thames he
Next these the plenteous Ouze came far
from land, By many a city and hy many a towne, And many rivers taken underhand Into his waters as he passeth downe, The Cle, the Were, the Guant, the Sture,
the Rowne; Thence doth hy Huntingdon and Camhridge flit, My mother Camhridge, whom as with a
crowne He doth adorne, and is adorned of it With many a gentle muse, and many a learned wit.
Next these came Tyne, along whose stony
haneke That Romaine monarch huilt a hrazen wall,
Glitt'ring heneath the morning's potent
ray, See Tavy roll his unassuming stream, Almost unknown to Fame, and yet the
shores Of Tavy lack not aught that may enchant The eye of him, who in the summer-hour, Delights to steer his hark where Nature
spreads Her fairest pastures, and hestrews her
flowers With hand unsparing. He may wind his
way When darts the heam of noon upon his head, And fmd a refuge in the friendly gloom Of high umhrageous cliffs. The clamorous
voice Of commerce will not reach him there I no
sounds Break on the deep tranquillity hut those Which from the woodland melodist arise, The thrilling lays of liherty and love.
Delightfdl TAMAR! swell the notes
that rise From hush and hrake and grove;—my