Haddon Hall, Derbyshire, July, 1836 NOT fond displays of cost, nor pampered train Of idle menials, me so much delight, Nor mirrored halls, nor roofs with gilding bright, Nor all the foolery of the rich and vain, As these time-honored walls, crowning the plain With their gray battlements; within bedight With ancient trophies of baronial might, And figures dim, inwoven in the grain Of dusky tapestry. I love to muse In present peace, on days of pomp and strife; The daily struggles of our human life, Seen through Time’s veil, their selfish coloring lose, As here the glaring beams of outer day Through ivy-shadowed oriels softened play. |
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