In him the fayage virtue of the race, Revenge, and all ferocious thoughts, were dead: Glad were the vales, and every cottage hearth; The Shepherd-lord was honoured more and more: And, ages after he was laid in earth, "The Good Lord Clifford" was the name he bore. Black Comb. WRITTEN WITH A SLATE-PENCIL On a Stone, on the fide of the Mountain of Black Comb, Cumberland. TAY, bold adventurer! reft awhile thy limbs On this commodious feat; for much remains Know, if thou grudge not to prolong thy reft, P With books fupplied and inftruments of art, Upon the exalted hills. He made report The many-coloured map before his eyes Had darkness fallen-unthreatened, unproclaimed- VIEW FROM THE TOP OF BLACK COMB. This height a ministering angel might select : That British ground commands :—low dusky tracts And, in a line of eye-fight linked with these, The hoary peaks of Scotland that give birth To Teviot's ftream, to Annan, Tweed, and Clyde ;- That, as we left the plain, before our fight A dwindled object, and submits to lie Do we behold the frame of Erin's coast? Display auguft of man's inheritance, TO THE RIVER DUDDON. O mountain ftream! the fhepherd and his cot |