II. ritten with a Slate-pencil, on a Stone, on the Side of the Mountain of Black Comb. STAY, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs Of this huge Eminence, from blackness named, Week after week pursued!—To him was given Upon the exalted hills. He made report That once, while there he plied his studious work The many-coloured map before his eyes Had darkness fallen-unthreatened, unproclaimed- In which he sate alone with unclosed eyes Black Comb stands at the southern extremity of Cumberland: its base covers a much greater extent of ground than any other Mountain in these parts; and, from its situation, the summit commands a more extensive view than any other point in Britain. See page 305, Vol. I. III. In the Grounds of Coleorton, the Seat of Sir George Beaumont, Bart. Leicestershire. THE embowering Rose, the Acacia, and the Pine If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands, By interchange of knowledge and delight. And when its potent branches, wide out-thrown, Not mindless of that distant age renowned And of that famous Youth, full soon removed From earth, perhaps by Shakespear's self approved, Fletcher's Associate, Jonson's Friend beloved. IV. In a Garden of the same. OFT is the Medal faithful to its trust When Temples, Columns, Towers are laid in dust; That things obscure and small outlive the great: But by an industry that wrought in love, With help from female hands, that proudly strove To shape the work, what time these walks and bowers Were framed to cheer dark winter's lonely hours. VOL. II. U |