I climb'd the roofs at break of day; I stood among the silent statues, How faintly-flush'd, how phantom-fair, Was Monte Rosa, hanging there A thousand shadowy-pencill'd valleys And snowy dells in a golden air. Remember how we came at last From Como, when the light was gray, The rich Virgilian rustic measure Like ballad-burthen music, kept, To that fair port below the castle What more? we took our last adieu, But ere we reach'd the highest summit I pluck'd a daisy, I gave it you. It told of England then to me, O love, we two shall go no longer So dear a life your arms enfold Yet here to-night in this dark city, I found, tho' crush'd to hard and dry, Still in the little book you lent me, And I forgot the clouded Forth, The gloom that saddens Heaven and Earth, Perchance, to lull the throbs of pain, XXI TO THE REV. F. D. MAURICE COME, when no graver cares employ, Should eighty-thousand college-councils Should all our churchmen foam in spite Yet one lay-hearth would give you welcome (Take it and come) to the Isle of Wight; Where, far from noise and smoke of town, All round a careless-order'd garden You'll have no scandal while you dine, For groves of pine on either hand, And further on, the hoary Channel Where, if below the milky steep We might discuss the Northern sin Dispute the claims, arrange the chances; Or whether war's avenging rod Till you should turn to dearer matters, How best to help the slender store, Come, Maurice, come: the lawn as yet Is hoar with rime, or spongy-wet; But when the wreath of March has blossom'd, Crocus, anemone, violet, Or later, pay one visit here, For those are few we hold as dear; Nor pay but one, but come for many, Many and many a happy year. January, 1854 XXII NORTHERN FARMER OLD STYLE I WHEER 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän? Noorse? thourt nowt o' a noorse: whoy, Doctor's abeän an' agoän: Says that I moänt 'a naw moor aäle: but I beänt a fool: Git ma my aäle, fur I beänt a-gawin' to break my rule. II Doctors, they knaws nowt, fur a says what's nawways true : Naw soort o' koind o' use to saäy the things that a do. I've 'ed my point o' aäle ivry noight sin' I beän 'ere, An' I've 'ed my quart ivry market-noight for foorty year. III Parson's a beän loikewoise, an' a sittin' 'ere o' my bed. 'The amoighty's a taäkin o'you' to 'issén, my friend,' a said, An' a towd ma my sins, an's toithe were due, an' I gied it in hond; I done moy duty boy 'um, as I 'a done boy the lond. IV Larn'd a ma' beä. I reckons I 'annot sa mooch to larn. But a cast oop, thot a did, 'bout Bessy Marris's barne. Thaw a knaws I hallus voäted wi' Squoire an' choorch an' staäte, An' i' the woost o' toimes I wur niver agin the raäte. V An' I hallus coom'd to 's chooch afoor moy Sally wur deäd, An' 'eärd 'um a bummin' awaäy loike a buzzard-clock1 ower my 'eäd, An' I niver knaw'd whot a mean'd but I thowt a 'ad summut to saäy, An' I thowt a said whot a owt to 'a said an' I coom'd awady. VI Bessy Marris's barne! tha knaws she laäid it to meä. Mowt a beän, mayhap, for she wur a bad un, sheä. 'Siver, I kep 'um, I kep 'um, my lass, tha mun understond; I done moy duty boy 'um as I 'a done boy the lond. VII But Parson a cooms an' a goäs, an' a says it easy an' freeä 'The amoighty's a taäkin o' you to 'issén, my friend,' says 'eä. I weänt saäy men be loiars, thaw summun said it in 'aäste: But 'e reads wonn sarmin a weeäk, an' I 'a stubb'd Thurnaby waäste. VIII D'ya moind the waäste, my lass? naw, naw, tha was not born then ; Theer wur a boggle in it, I often 'eard 'um mysen; Moäst loike a butter-bump,2 fur I 'eärd 'um about an' about, But I stubb'd 'um oop wi' the lot, an' raäved an' rembled 'um out. 1 Cockchafer. 2 Bittern. |