LONDON:
HARVEY AND DARTON,
GRACECHURCH STREET.
RUINS AND OLD TREES,
ASSOCIATED WITH
MEMORABLE EVENTS IN ENGLISH HISTORY.
BY
MARY ROBERTS,
AUTHOR OF
“THE PROGRESS OF CREATION, CONSIDERED WITH REFERENCE TO THE
PRESENT CONDITION OF THE EARTH,” “CONCHOLOGIST’S COMPANION,” &c.
WITH
ILLUSTRATIONS FROM DESIGNS BY GILBERT,
ENGRAVED BY FOLKARD.
LONDON:
JOSEPH RICKERBY, PRINTER,
SHERBOURN-LANE.
Wave on, ye old memorial trees, In the wintry wind and the summer breeze: Beacons ye are of days gone by, Of grief and crime, of the tear and sigh. Ah! may they never come again, In hut or hall, on hill or plain! But a young tree is growing, Where clear streams are flowing; Its roots are deep in the mother earth, In the parent soil that gave it birth, And its noble boughs are waving high, Meeting the breeze or the summer wind’s sigh; While quivering lights and shadows play On the flowery sod beneath; And flocks lie down in the heat of day, ’Mid the fragrant thyme and heath. [Pg vi] Old trees have fallen down, From the sites where they stood of yore, And now in tower or town Their names are heard no more. When they stood in their days of pride, The Saxon wore his crown, And oft through the forest wide The Norman wound his horn; But thou in thy beauty’s sheen, Young tree, art rising high, Thy waving boughs are seen, Against the clear blue sky. No dibbling foot of sportive fawn, In silent glen or glade, No squirrel bounding o’er the lawn Thy tender cradle made: But the poet’s eye back glancing, Can sing of thy natal day, When the streamlets in light seem’d dancing, And the woods did their homage pay. A maiden placed thee, forest tree, Where thou art standing now, No care depress’d her thoughts of glee, No crown was on her brow; [Pg vii] ... BU KİTABI OKUMAK İÇİN ÜYE OLUN VEYA GİRİŞ YAPIN!Sitemize Üyelik ÜCRETSİZDİR! |