The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 20, No. 582, December 22, 1832 by Various
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SONNET ON SIR WALTER SCOTT'S QUITTING ABBOTSFORD FOR NAPLES. _By William Wordsworth._ A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildun's triple height: Spirits of Power assembled there complain For kindred Power departing from their sight; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes; Blessings and prayers, in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous Potentate. Be true Ye winds of ocean and the midland sea, Wafting your charge to soft Parthenope! THE SKELETON DANCE. _After the German of Goethe._ The warder looked out at the mid-hour of night, Where the grave-hills all silently lay; The moon-beams above gave so brilliant a light, |
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