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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV.  1876–79.
 
London
Holland House
Thomas Tickell (1685–1740)
 
(From An Epistle)

THOU hill, whose brow the antique structures grace,
Reared by bold chiefs of Warwick’s noble race,
Why, once so loved, whene’er thy bower appears,
O’er my dim eyeballs glance the sudden tears!
How sweet were once thy prospects fresh and fair,        5
Thy sloping walks and unpolluted air!
How sweet the glooms beneath thy aged trees,
Thy noontide shadow and the evening breeze!
His image thy forsaken bowers restore;
Thy walks and airy prospects charm no more;        10
No more the summer in thy glooms allayed,
Thy evening breezes, and thy noonday shade.
  From other ills, however fortune frowned,
Some refuge in the Muse’s art I found;
Reluctant now I touch the trembling string,        15
Bereft of him who taught me how to sing;
And these sad accents, murmured o’er his urn,
Betray that absence they attempt to mourn.
 
 
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