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The Dawn of Day

by Amelia Alderson Opie

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Drawing the boundary…

On His Poems

by Walter Savage Landor

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Drawing the boundary…

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The Dawn of Day

by Amelia Alderson Opie

Go, youth, by all regretted, fair Clwyd's blooming pride,
To nature's hand indebted, by fortune blest beside:
Go tempt the world's wide ocean; our prayers attend thee there,
Nor think without emotion how much we hold thee dear:
But though by great ones courted, and charm'd by flattery's tale,
To us in thought transported, remember Clwyd's vale.

Know, dangers will assail thee, and gay temptations lure,
And should thy firmness fail thee, their victim is secure:
But call to fond remembrance each far and anxious friend,
And, sure, each honour'd semblance will shields to guard thee lend.
And O! our heart's dear treasure, may we in death be pale,
When thou, with dread, not pleasure, shall think on Clwyd's vale.

On His Poems

by Walter Savage Landor

O friends! who have accompanied thus far
My quickening steps, sometimes where sorrow sate
Dejected, and sometimes where valour stood
Resplendent, right before us; here perhaps
We best might part; but one to valour dear
Comes up in wrath and calls me worse than foe,
Reminding me of gifts too ill deserved.
I must not blow away the flowers he gave,
Altho' now faded; I must not efface
The letters his own hand has traced for me.
Here terminates my park of poetry.
Look out no longer for extensive woods,
For clusters of unlopt and lofty trees,
With stately animals coucht under them,
Or grottoes with deep wells of water pure,
And ancient figures in the solid rock:
Come, with our sunny pasture be content,
Our narrow garden and our homestead croft,
And tillage not neglected. Love breathes round;
Love, the bright atmosphere, the vital air,
Of youth; without it life and death are one.

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