Читать книгу The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 17, No. 470, January 8, 1831 - Various - Страница 2

He that will not live long,

Let him dwell at Murston, Tenham, or Tong.

"O'er hill and dale I throw my ball,

Breaker my name of mound and wall."

Deal famed much vaunts of new turrets high,

A place well known by Cæsar's victory.

Dover, Sandwich, and Winchelsea,

Rumney and Rye the Five Ports be.

Bevis conquered Ascupart

And after slew the Boar,

And then he crossed beyond the seas

To combat with the Moor.

I came to Lonsdale where I staid

At hall, into a tavern made,

Neat gates, white walls, nought was sparing,

Pots brimful, no thought of caring.

They eat, drink, laugh, are still mirth making—

Nought they see, that's worth care taking.

Chester of Castria took the name,

As if that Castria were the same.

"To all friends round the Wrekin."

Doctrinæ studium, quod nunc viget ad vada Boum

Tempore venture celebrabitur ad vada Saxi.

Science that now o'er Oxford sheds her ray

Shall bless fair Stamford at some future day.

Or Trent who like some earth-born giant spreads

His thirsty arms along the indented meads.

And beauteous Trent that in himself enseams (fattens)

Both thirty sorts of fish and thirty sundry streams.

And there shall come a king and confess you religious,

And beat you as the Bible telleth, for breaking of your rule,

And then shall the Abbot of Abingdon and all his issue for ever

Have a knock of a king, and incurable the wound.

As many days as in one year there be,

So many windows in this church you see,

As many marble pillars here appear

As there are hours throughout the fleeting year,

As many gates as moons one here does view,

Strange tale to tell, yet not more strange than true.

A noble park near Sarum's stately town,

In form a mount's clear top call'd Clarendon;

There twenty groves, and each a mile in space,

With grateful shades, at once protect the place.

Hither extendeth Maud Heath's Gift,

For where I stand is Chippenham Clift.

An owl shall build her nest upon the walls of Gloucester,

And in her nest shall be brought forth an ass.

The Severn sea shall discharge itself through seven mouths,

And the river Usk shall burn seven months.

Robin Hood in Barnesdale stood,

An arrow to head drew he,

"How far I can shoot," quoth he, "by the rood

"My merry men shall see."

You who do like me, give money to end me,

You who dislike me, give as much to mend me.

And Mole that like a nousling mole doth make

His way still underground till Thames he over-take.

The chalky Wey that rolls a milky wave.

What ear so empty is, that hath not heard the sound

Of Tannton's fruitful Deane; not matched by any ground.

"Stanton Drew,

One mile from Pensford, and another from Chew."

The castle there and noble tower,

Of all the towers of England is held the flower.

Stay curious traveller, and pass not bye,

Until this fetive (elegant) pile astound thine eye,

That shoots aloft into the realms of day,

The Record of the Builder's fame for aie—

The pride of Bristowe and the Western Lande.

When the hoarse waves of Severn are screaming aloud,

And Penline's lofty castle involv'd in a cloud,

If true, the old proverb, a shower of rain,

Is brooding above, and will soon drench the plain.

Once to Rome thy steps incline.

But visit twice St. David's shrine.

When Percelly weareth a hat,

All Pembrokeshire shall weet of that.

"Maidens of England, sore may ye mourn,

For your lemans ye've lost at Bannockburn"

"Some of his skill he taught to me,

And, warrior, I could say to thee,

The words that cleft Eildon Hills in three,

And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone."

Seven years before that awful day,

When time shall be no more,

A watery deluge will o'ersweep

Hibernia's mossy shore.

The green clad Isla too shall sink,

While with the great and good,

Columba's happy isle shall rear

Her towers above the flood.

So cold the waters are of Lomond Lake,

What once were sticks, they hardened stones will make.

"Fear not till Birnam Wood

Do come to Dunsinane"