Robert Southey (Роберт Саути)

Lansdown Hill

WITH many a weary step at length I gain
Thy summit, Lansdown; and the cool breeze plays
Gratefully round my brow, as hence I gaze
Back on the fair expanse of yonder plain.
’T was a long way, and tedious; to the eye
Though fair the extended vale, and fair to view
The autumnal leaves of many a faded hue,
That eddy in the wild gust moaning by.
Even so it fared with life: in discontent,
Restless through fortune’s mingled scenes I went,
Yet wept to think they would return no more.
But cease, fond heart! in such sad thoughts to roam;
For surely thou erelong shalt reach thy home,
And pleasant is the way that lies before.

1. For the Cenotaph at Ermenonville
2. St. Bartholomew’s Day
3. Stanzas Written in Lady Lonsdale’s Album, at Lowther Castle
4. For a Tablet at Penshurst
5. For a Tablet at Silbury Hill

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