XIX. THE SAME. By Grief and melancholy thoughts depress'd, I come to breathe the midnight air: the Moon Is riding glorious at her highest noon; And such a sky encircles her chaste crest, Of meek content like thine,-and I am bless'd. My native country, colder, yet more kind To chase away my sorrow, and unwind The thread of my dark thoughts on this fair night. XX. ASCEND this wooded hill, and cast thine eye ef As eye can reach,-is glorious. Vineyards lies 10 די Gemming the ocean, their broad shadows throw!! A Into the mirror of the sea, which smiles So exquisitely beauteous and serene. -117702 XXL THE OAK TREE". As the familiar accents of our tongue, Or as in dreams o'er shadowy forms we've hung, XXII. THE PINE GROVE. THERE is a dark and melancholy grove Of England's ancient forests. With what ease Of rocky glens and mountains wild and rude. * Ye Pine Groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds. COLERIDGE. XXIII. Ask why such solitudes delight the soul? green *To me the meanest flower that blows can give WORDSWORTH. |