Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79. | | | | London | | Holland House | | Thomas Tickell (1685–1740) |
| | (From An Epistle)
THOU hill, whose brow the antique structures grace, | |
| Reared by bold chiefs of Warwick’s noble race, | |
| Why, once so loved, whene’er thy bower appears, | |
| O’er my dim eyeballs glance the sudden tears! | |
| How sweet were once thy prospects fresh and fair, | 5 |
| Thy sloping walks and unpolluted air! | |
| How sweet the glooms beneath thy aged trees, | |
| Thy noontide shadow and the evening breeze! | |
| His image thy forsaken bowers restore; | |
| Thy walks and airy prospects charm no more; | 10 |
| No more the summer in thy glooms allayed, | |
| Thy evening breezes, and thy noonday shade. | |
| From other ills, however fortune frowned, | |
| Some refuge in the Muse’s art I found; | |
| Reluctant now I touch the trembling string, | 15 |
| Bereft of him who taught me how to sing; | |
| And these sad accents, murmured o’er his urn, | |
| Betray that absence they attempt to mourn. | | | | |
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