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The steed shall bear me to the camp erewhile,
The steed whose mane my chieftain's fingers braid.
And dogs raged fierce round Scylla's snowy waist?
And back the gather'd clue the labyrinth traced ?
The chosen handmaid of a virgin hearth :
Forgive—my tears have drown'd the flaming earth!
Ah! shun the thorny mountain's oozy side!
By treacherous track on silent waters slide.
Might also aid a lovely chief's distress;
On a she-wolf inhuman, motherless.
Surrender's Rome, no vulgar dower, is thine ;
At least repay the Sabine rape with mine.
My nuptial robe, ye brides! the pledge of peace;
This ring shall make the clash of weapons cease.
Ev'n the stars wink and glide beneath the sea :
Kind be the phantom that resembles thee !
The common reading, “ A duce Tarpeio,” (who never once appears) is nonsense : I beg to read, “ A duce Tarpciâ,” which is sense.
THE MALVERN HILLS.
While Malvern, king of hills, fair Severn overlooks,
Abounding in excess, the vale of Eusham lies. Drayton's Polyolbion. Once more Malvern, after years would be worth nothing even in youth, of absence, I behold thy lofty ridge, but for the seasoning of hopes and as I descend the red heights that im- fancies given us to make them papend over the Severn, and with latable. As I looked upon those is wandering steps and slow to- hills, I reflected how many eyes had wards Upton Bridge. What a scene gazed upon them to which they had of fertility lies before me, displaying presented exactly the same appearthe affluence of nature's beauty as ance, and excited the same sensa« fresh in colour as when I last visited tions as with me, in past ages. Time it. Then my sensations were as makes little alteration in the great vivid as the thousand hues that at outlines of nature, or at all events this moment decorate the landscape: proceeds slowly in his work, and now the colours are less refreshing to when the author of " The Vision of a mind grown duller in perception, William concerning Piers Plowman, and tinging all objects with the mel- saw them four hundred years ago, and lowness of age. Hills of my fathers ! when I visited them last month, these at whose feet many generations of beautiful hills, no doubt, presented my progenitors are mouldering, how the same aspect to us both. Mounkeenly ye recal to my mind the feel- tains and rivers are among the more ings I experienced when I last visit- stable things of nature; the surface ed you, and greeted your purple of a plain is altered by man, and summits in my way from this very valleys may be changed by torrents spot, darkened as they were from the and floods, but the eternal hills" evening sun setting behind them, and are seen unchanged by successive defining your undulations in a long generations of men. They are viwavy line across the horizon. Then sual records of the past, pregnant youth deepened every tint, and made with sublime associations, and a. every smiling object around minister waken sympathies with the sons of to enjoyment. I ran across the mea- forgotten ages, and call up the shadows ; I swam in the Severn; I dowy images of beings that have paced the lovely fields that intervene long ago is fretted their hour” on between the river and your seques, the stage of life. Sober and sad are tered village ; brimful of hope, joy, the feelings at such moments, when and enthusiasm. I climbed your they pry into the darkness of past steep sides, and inhaled the vivifying time-sad even to tears. Even fuair of their elevated region, with a gitive rivers flow by the ruins of sparkling elasticity of feeling that I mighty cities as they flowed when shall experience no more; for though the buildings were entire and the I now see you tower on high with streets swarmed with population, delight, it is with a delight less ex- while things apparently more stable quisite, a feeling less calculated to perish. Cervantes has prettily noafford an idea of its value. My ticed this in a Sonnet to Rome. Johnseason of youth is irrecoverably son thought the idea was originally flown, and it now seems as if it had in Janus Vitalis. only been given to me that I might O Roma! en tu grandeza en tu hermosura, experience the pain of parting with it. In youth, the price of our plea- Lo fugitivo permanece y dura,
Huyó lo que era firme, y solamente surable sensations is at its maximum, and declines as we get older, till ar- “ fugitivo” referring to the Tiber riving at the gates of death—what mentioned in a preceding stanza. are they worth? And yet the realities Such were my thoughts when I of life are of as little value, and had left the coach, and turning VOL. VI.
down a green lane out of the road character. Alas! the ivy that I refrom Tewkesbury to Worcester, was membered to have seen formerly crossing the fields to the town of Up- running up the walls, overhanging ton on Severn, situated on the very the great window, penetrating the brink of the river. The victorious fractures, and encroaching on the genius of Cromwell directed him to roof within, had been cut down by force Upton Bridge, that he might sacrilegious hands. Ivy with me proceed along the southern bank, holds the same situation in architecand, preventing the profligate Charles tural old age that grey hair does in from escaping him, add another tro- that of man, and I cannot bear to phy to his fame in “ Worcester's see either cut away, no, nor even Laureate Wreath.” It was the after- clipped. Clustering about the tracery noon of a cool cloudy day; a slight of Gothic work, and circling the mulmist hung over the distant objects lions in fantastic wreaths of green, it in the landscape, and a melancholy sometimes looks like a garland of stillness, common in such a state of laurel round a death's head, speakthe atmosphere, pervaded every thing ing more forcibly of mortality and as if nature was in universal repose. decay by contrast. This was now I crossed the Severn, and leaving the all gone, for the church had been relittle church of Upton on my left, paired, which was indeed necessary walked towards the Malvern Hills, -it had also been beautified, which that are such beautiful objects from was unnecessary and absurd. Parish the bridge, and, combined with the officials, particularly those who deal view in the foreground; where the in brick and whitewash, are genemajestic Severn rolls along without a rally absolute at such times. Here ripple, present a picture rarely ex- the roof had been whitened, and the ceeded in richness and beauty. The windows patched, till they were like deep purple colour of the Malvern Joseph's coat of many colours. When Hills formed the back ground to a I was last there, the wind, entering vale several miles broad, filled with through broken panes, moaned along meadows, orchards, gardens, and the aisles with sounds that seemed corn fields, well wooded, and having to be unearthly. Antiquity and desomewhat of the character of an Ita- cay are the sources of delicious feellian landscape, rather than of one in ing, and the food of genius; for man our own island. The abruptness with is himself a ruin, and his sympathy is which these hills « look out,” as with desolation, because he feels Leigh Hunt would say, and the clear- forcibly his intimate connexion with ness of the atmosphere around their it. Continuing my walk up the hill, ensummits, give them a character very joying the prospect that seemed to exdifferent from that of our hills in ge- tend itself more and more every step, neral. By an ascending and varying innumerable reflections on past times road, therefore never tedious, I reach- crossed my mind. When viewing a ed the fine old church of Great Mal- fine landscape, or any grand natural vern, a favorite resort of Henry VII. object, our ideas are rarely of the who must have possessed a taste present, never of the future, but highly refined for the time in which almost always of the past; to this he lived, as the architecture of the we are insensibly led by things that church testifies, which is similar to seem to have little immediate alliother Gothic buildings erected by ance with it. Our meditations on him. Like his own chapel at West- viewing a romantic scene we never minster, it is of very superior work- saw before are not prospective, but manship, airy and lofty. I drew near are fixed upon departed time; so it with that feeling of delight which dear to us is age and antiquity, or so is generally experienced at the view unconsciously sensible are we that of similar erections, venerable, light the shadows of the past are all we in architecture, grand in size, grey can call our own property. As long with age, and imposing from situa- as I can trace back, my family had tion. Its mutilated windows, which lived near these hills ; whence my had contained much painted glass, father was the first wanderer forty its pointed arches, and the dark years ago. It was not surprising shade of the hill that enveloped it, therefore that fancy attempted to call added to its naturally impressive up the shadowy forms of those who had toiled, taken pleasure, feasted, The eye darted rapidly from obfasted, and then slept the sleep of ject to object, for it could repose long death on the plain below me-I on no single thing. Here the vale of wished to see them pass like the race Evesham, that tract“ flowing with of Banquo before my eyes. I thought milk and honey," melted away
into of the revolutions time had effected the grey hues of distance. There in their costumes, and the variety of the orchards of Hereford, infinite in appearances the smiling plain must tints of green, and brown, and pure have assumed at different periods. ple, loaded with the fruitage of the Now covered with primeval woods, year, were scattered on a surface that, now a scene of war, now a waste was full of gentle undulations or heath or common over which the swelling hills, through the valleys of hunter was toiling, and the speckled which flashed the light of many a hound sweeping away the early dew sparkling stream. Farms and dwelin the chace—what would I not have lings dotted the picture every where, given to see my progenitors thus and the rich harvest enamelled the marshalled before me, living and ground, as yet untouched by the breathing as I lived and breathed !- sickle. Towering in the distance, the but of this enough.
dark mountains of Monmouth, Rada Ascending higher, and leaving the nor, and Brecknock, among which sequestered village of Great Malvern the well known Black Mountain in below, I arrived at one of the three the latter county was most conspimedicinal springs for which the hills cuous, formed a fine Alpine distance. have been long celebrated. The The Clee hills in Shropshire, and the water flows gently out of the earth, Wrekin, that social hill of the Saloand is protected by a building. The pians, remembered in their flowing elevation of the spot and rarity of bowls wherever they quaff them, rose the air produce a most exhilarating over Ludlow's classic castle, a place effect on the frame, and the pellucid rendered immortal in sweetest song. water, equal to that of the fount of There Comus waved his magic wand, Blandusia, and worthy of its bard, and Sabrina and her water-nymphs, seemed to me like a medicine that with their “printless feet," and their must cure “ all sadness but despair." “chaste palms moist and cold,” after I then mounted to the highest point dispensing their spells hastened to of the Worcestershire beacon, as it the bowers of Amphitrite. Afar, is called, a very steep ascent over scarcely distinguishable from the turf and stunted heath, and soon blue serene of the sky, might be disfound myself thirteen hundred feet cerned the sea in the Bristol channel. above the level of the Severn, enjoy. This part of the view possessed a ing one of the most commanding and certain wildness and ruggedness of magnificent prospects I had ever be- character, and was more varied and held. How shall I attempt a de- picturesque than on the other, or scription of the scene that opened a- Worcestershire side; the latter was a round me from the summit ! On one chaste picture in soft tranquillity, all side lay the whole county of Here- was placid and
beautiful,-the former ford, and a variety of objects in no was grander. One was like the beauless than eleven other counties might tiful statue of Venus, all love and be seen around. Rich meads, fertile beauty, and smiles; the other stern plains, woods, mountains, orchards, and awful as the Minerva of the Pargardens, villages, towns, cities, a thenon. Associations of high interest noble river, all that nature and nature were called up by a variety of spots and art combined can do, lay like a within the reach of the eye on the rich carpet at my feet, woven in a side of Worcestershire, prodigal as it thousand hues, on a surface of great seemed in the wealth of soil, extendfreshness and beauty, smiling and gor- ing over an immense field of view, geous, in plenitude of the most lux- and studded with cities, towns, and uriant vegetation. It seemed indeed villages. The Severn, owing to its to be an elevation
high banks, was but little seen though From whose top
it wound its way through the whole The hemisphere of earth, in clearest ken, extent of the landscape. Worcester, Stretch'd out to the amplest reach of pros- with its cathedral, and the ashes of the pect lay.
most worthless of kings, John Sansa
terre; Gloucester, proud of eccle, masses of men from such a spot, they siastical buildings, a dull and tame all seem to be so in unity; the various but neat city; Tewkesbury, with its habits, features, and dispositions, fine old church and blood-stained which distinguish individuals, being associations with the house of Lan- lost in the view of the whole. To caster, whose last hope expired there me all extensive views are dissipatin blood; peaceful Upton ; Pershore; ing to the thoughts; the variety of near the Shakspeare Avon; and Chels objects prevents the mind from retenham, with its saline springs, were tiring within itself; the eye wanders each distinguishable, together with from tower to tower, and from hill to nearly a hundred churches. The hill, with a buoyancy of spirit fatal eye might there very truly be said to to deep reflection or study, but fawander
vourable to mirthfulness. Milton in
L'Allegro assembles a great variety O'er hill and dale, Forest, and field, and flood, temples and of natural images, in fact, almost all towers,
the prominent objects seen in an exCut shorter many a league.
tensive landscape, and brings them
before the reader in rapid succession, The Cotswold hills arose in the together with the “hum of men," and distance, so renowned for their sports pomp, and feast, and revelry,” exin Shakspeare's time, and also the tinguishing thought by the crowd of Bredon, on which there are ancient objects seen at once, and disposing the encampments. Near the Clee hills, soul to light-heartedness by the Hagley-park was plainly discernible, boundless field of sight over which once the seat of the elegant Lord Lit- the eye ranges. In Il Penseroso, on tleton, close by which are the neg- the contrary, the mind rests on a lected, but still beautiful Leasowes of simple object at a time, favourable Shenstone. Yet more to the right, to reflection; the song of the nightlay Stratford-on-Avon, connected ingale, the wandering moon,” the with a never dying name, and the “ far off curfew," the “ glowing Edgehills, where the first battle be- embers” of an expiring fire, “ secret tween Charles and the Parliament shades," and prospects confined to took place. Most of the distant oh- “ glimmering bowers and glades,” jects were enveloped in a grey mist; are objects all occupying comparativebut in the middle ground, the snatches ly limited space. We should therefore of strong light, here and there broken dance on the summit of the mountain, by clumps and masses of dark green and study in the bounded valley. foliage, covered the whole with innu- Mountain scenery is, after all, that merable bright patches, producing a which most impresses the mind with charming effect, which it would have the greatness of the works of the puzzled a Claude or a Turner to re- Creator, and the most virtuous part present in perfection. The fore- of mankind have been dwellers aground was the bare summit of the mong the hills, as well as the most hill, thinly covered with stunted turf, hardy and brave. Let a picturesque and here and there the naked granite hill be covered with turf or heath, it broke out in huge masses, contrasting is an object that speaks to the heart; well with the highly wrought cul- we are delighted to climb its ridges, tivation in the remoter parts of the and gaze on its huge convexities, that scene.
want not the aid of foliage or cultiThe lofty solitude on which I stood vation to attract us, because they seemed to impart to me a feeling of have what is superior to beauty, superiority as I gazed below on the grandeur and sublimity. An iminhabitants of the plain, diminished mense plain undecorated with trees to the smallest specks by the long and herbage is always gazed upon drawn perspective. We grasp my- with fatigue, but the summit of the riads of men from such elevations mountain crowned with granite, and like the population of an ant-hill, and lifting its imadorned crest to the imagine ourselves Brobdingnagians, clouds, or perhaps above them, speaks compared with the bustling insects to us in a majesty and glory derived toiling in their petty pursuits be- from its severe boldness of outline, as neath. It would appear to require well as magnitude of parts. Who but little effort of mind to direct can gaze upon a vast hill without