XXVII. OXFORD, MAY 30, 1820. YE sacred Nurseries of blooming Youth! Much have ye suffered from Time's gnawing tooth, Transformed, and rushing on a bold exchange, Pace the long avenue, or glide adown The stream-like windings of that glorious street, -An eager Novice robed in fluttering gown! XXVIII. OXFORD, MAY 30, 1820. SHAME on this faithless heart! that could allow Such transport though but for a moment's space; Not while to aid the spirit of the place-bit The crescent moon clove with its glittering prowT The clouds, or night-bird sang from shady bough, But in plain daylight: She, too, at my side, Y Take from her brow the withering flowers of eve, And to that brow Life's morning wreath restore; Let her be comprehended in the frame-of Of these illusions, or they please no more. 59 mi. THE imperial Stature, the colossal stride, to 7 The broad full visage, chest of amplest mould,...!!! The vestments 'broidered with barbaric pride; And lo! a poniard, at the Monarch's side, Of lawless will, unlooked-for streams of good, Which neither force shall check, nor time abate. i XXX. ON THE DEATH OF HIS LATE MAJESTY. WARD of the LAW! dread Shadow of a King! Whose Realm had dwindled to one stately room; Of Faith and Hope; if thou, by nature's doom, Which justly it can claim. The Nation hears In this deep knell - silent for threescore years, An unexampled voice of awful memory! FAME tells of Groves XXXI. JUNE, 1820. from England far away * Groves that inspire the Nightingale to trill And modulate, with subtle reach of skill Such bold report I venture to gainsay : * Wallachia is the country alluded to. |