...A. Cunningham. E. Duncan. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE ..... TO A GIRL IN HER THIRTEENTH YEAR........Sidney Walker..J. R. Clayton........ ..Felicia Hemans. J. Gilbert... .Sigourney..J. H. Hill.. C. C. Moore......F. O. C. Darley........... 288 And sees on high, amidst th' encircling groves, Would Edwin this majestic scene resign For aught the huntsman's puny craft supplies? Ah! no; he better knows great Nature's charms to prize. And oft he trac'd the uplands, to survey, When o'er the sky advanc'd the kindling dawn, And villager abroad at early toil, But, lo! the sun appears! and heaven, earth, ocean smile. And oft the craggy cliff he lov'd to climb, Now scoop'd in gulfs, with mountains now emboss'd! And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound, Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound! In truth, he was a strange and wayward wight, A sigh, a tear so sweet he wish'd not to control. |