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LINES Composed during an Evening Walk new Llandilo , in South Wales , July , 1820 . ON A VIEW OF CRAIG CKNNEN-CASTLE , OR KENNEN-ROCK-CASTLE . Castella in tumulis . ( Virgil , Georgic . ) Ye towers sublime of Wailia ' s ancient race ! Whose princes rear'd your battlements on high , And from your ramparts sallied forth to try Their skill in feats of conquest or the chase ! Majestic , though in ruins o ' er the steep , As frail memorials of your stately prime . Bid , as ye fall , the passing hero weep To view the ravages of ruthless Time . The tide of pomp and human grandeur
flnws flows And ebbs like ocean ' s ever-rolling streams ; With clouds commingling when the tempest blows , Or smiling in the calm with heavenly beams . Your halls resound the warrior ' s voice no more : Yet for his bride the hawk secures his nest , —
That bird of rapine , —in the mountain ' s breast ; Beneath whose feet the Kennen ' s waters roar . Tremendous rock ! of martial forts the pride , Achilles-like , the bravest of the brave ; Firm to repel the battle ' s rushing tide , Or in thy cavern ' s deep recess to save . Within these bulwarks lovely was the hour
When Valour , Beauty , at the close of day , With soft Aneurin ' s harp of magic pow ' r Were charm'd , or wept at Taliesin ' s lay . Silent is Merlin in Dynevor ' s bowers ; But still the wood-lark warbles in the dell , Pleas'd with the fragrance of the summer flowers , And chaunts the evening sun a sweet farewell . W . EVANS .
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NEW-YEAR ' s DAY OF 1821 . Hail new-born offspring of progressive Time , Upon whose birtli the stars have lustre cast That incasur'd rolling years through ages past ,
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While gradually advanc d from dusky prime The blended light of science most sublime , Reason and Truth from heavenly glory shed , At awful intervals with clouds o ' erspread Of dark ' ning error , and the woes of
: Thy late Precursors , from the letter ed press Reflecting rays , have swelPd Improvement ' s gain ; O infant Year ! still more the nations bless :
Be thou a golden link in the great chain Of Truth and Justice , by some bright event , Now Superstition and the Sword relent . R . F . Kidderminster , January 8 , 1821 .
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Poetry . —New- Year ' Day of \ S 2 \ . —Hymn . 51
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HYMN . They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain : for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord , as the waters cover the sea . Isa . xi . 9 .
Rais'd on devotion's lofty wing , O God ! each glowing thought we bring , To celebrate Thy praise ; To-day let care and sorrow cease , And the blest hopes of future peace Inspire our sacred lays .
Behold the happy earth rejoice , Around the world a Saviour ' s voice Proclaims the word of love ; The reign of vice and pain is o ' er , Warfare and strife can rage no more , Nor sin our virtue move . Ambition droops her tow ' ring head , Revenge and Anger captive led
Now cease to haunt our way ; Pride in the pomp of state array'd , And vile Oppression ' s triumphs fade , And shun the light of day . Heirs to a world of blissful rest ,
By tyrant-sway no more oppress , We seek th' immortal crown ; And bow before the throne of God , All fearless of the Bigot's rod , Or Superstition ' s frown .
Father of heaven and earth ! whose eye Broods o'er the vast eternity , May Thy blest kingdom come ; And the sure promise Thou hast given , Shall purify our souls for heaven , And guide our spirits home . A . M . Liverpool , August 8 .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1821, page 51, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2496/page/51/
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