Thomas Warton (Томас Уортон)

On Revisiting the River Loddon

AH! what a weary race my feet have run
Since first I trod thy banks with alders crowned,
And thought my way was all through fairy ground,
Beneath the azure sky and golden sun,—
When first my muse to lisp her notes begun!
While pensive memory traces back the round
Which fills the varied interval between,
Much pleasure, more of sorrow, marks the scene.
Sweet native stream! those skies and suns so pure
No more return to cheer my evening road!
Yet still one joy remains, that not obscure
Nor useless all my vacant days have flowed
From youth’s gay dawn to manhood’s prime mature,
Nor with the muse’s laurel unbestowed.

1. Verses Written at Montauban, 1750
2. Sonnet Written after Seeing Wilton House
3. King Arthur’s Funeral
4. Sonnet Written at Winslade, in Hampshire
5. Monody Written near Stratford-upon-Avon

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