These roofs demand; listen! with prelude slow, Wafted to heaven, and mingling with the sighs Again the vaulted roof "Hosannahs " rings, Thou, unsubdued in silent majesty, The tempest hast defied, and shalt defy! The muttering storm, the very earthquake's shock, Founded, O Christ, on thy eternal rock! William Lisle Bowles. FAMED Maltby. THE MALTBY YEWS. AMED Maltby yews, with trunks like stone! Of men whose lives were crime and sorrow. Age after age, while Time grew old, The busy bee hath made its dwelling; And high above the full-voiced lark O, could I write upon your gloom Ebenezer Elliott. I Malvern. AT MALVERN. SHALL behold far off thy towering crest, Proud mountain! from thy heights as slow I stray The parting sun sit smiling: me the while The thing I am, and think that even as thou MALVERN HILLS. William Lisle Bowles. REWHILE I saw ye faintly through far haze My dear, dear bride, two days had made thee mine, Henry Alford. Margate. MISADVENTURES AT MARGATE. I saw a little vulgar Boy, I said, WAS in Margate last July, I walked upon the pier, you here? "What make The gloom upon your youthful cheek speaks anything but joy"; Again I said, "What make you here, you little vulgar Boy ?" He frowned, that little vulgar Boy, he deemed I meant to scoff, And when the little heart is big, a little "sets it off." He put his finger in his mouth, his little bosom rose, He had no little handkerchief to wipe his little nose! "Hark! don't you hear, my little man ? — it's striking, nine," I said, "An hour when all good little boys and girls should be in bed. Run home and get your supper, else your Ma will scold, O fie! It's very wrong indeed for little boys to stand and cry!" The tear-drop in his little eye again began to spring, His bosom throbbed with agony, — he cried like anything! I stooped, and thus amidst his sobs I heard him I have n't got no supper, and I have n't got no Ma! And I am here, on this here pier, to roam the world alone; I have not had this livelong day one drop to cheer my heart, Nor brown' to buy a bit of bread with, — let alone a tart. "If there's a soul will give me food, or find me in employ, By day or night, then blow me tight!" (he was a vulgar Boy ;) “And now I'm here, from this here pier it is my fixed intent To jump as Mr. Levi did from off the Monument! "Cheer up! cheer up! my little man, kindly said, cheer up!" I "You are a naughty boy to take such things into your head; |