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Title: Cornish ballads & other poems
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Hawker, Robert Stephen, 1803?-1875 Byles, C. E. (Charles Edward), b. 1873
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Publisher: London and New York : J. Lane (etc., etc.)
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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envy tell—Won from her dark blue home by that alluring dell. A softer beauty floats along the sky; The moonbeam dwells upon the voiceless wave ;Far off, the night-winds steal away and die, Or sleep in music in their ocean-cave:Tall oaks, whose strength the Giant Sto*m might brave, Bend in rude fondness oer the silvery sea ;Nor can yon mountain raun1 forbear to lave Her blushing clusters where the waters be, Murmuring around her home such touching melody. Thou quaint Clovelly ! in thy shades of rest, When timid Spring her pleasant task hath sped,Or Summer pours from her redundant breast All fruits and flowers along thy valleys bed :Yes! and when Autumns golden glories spread, Till we forget near Winters withering rage,What fairer path shall woo the wanderers tread, Soothe wearied hope and worn regret assuage ? Lo ! for firm youth a bower—a home for lapsing age.1825. 1 The rowan tree or mountain ash. (First printed in Records of the Western Shore, 1832, with someverbal differences.)
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CI-OVELLY IN HAWKERS TIMEFrom an old eneravim: INSCRIPTION FOR THE WATERFALL AT HAYNE. DEDICATED TO LORD BYRON. BREATHE to the leafy woods the spell of fame,And teach the murmuring waters Byrons name.So shall the soft wings of the coming breezePeople with glowing forms the cloistered trees;And oer yon wave beneath the willow shineThe scenes of Leman and the hues of Rhine. 1827. POMPEII. HOW fair the scene ! the sunny smiles of dayFlash oer the wave in glad Sorrentos bay;Far, far along mild Sarnos glancing stream,The fruits and flowers of golden summer beam,And cheer, with brightning hues, the lonely gloom,That shrouds yon silent City of the Tomb!Yes, sad Pompeii! Times deep shadows fallOn every ruind arch and broken wall;But Nature smiles as in thy happiest hour,And decks thy lowly rest with many a flower.Around, above, in blended beauty shineThe graceful poplar and the clasping vine; 6 POMPEII. Still the young violet,1 in her chalice blue,Bears to the lip of Morn her votive dew;Still

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