Of Silver-how, and Grasmere's peaceful Lake, And, while I gaze upon the spectacle My Brother, and on all which thou hast lost. In some far region, here, while o'er my head, Mingling most earnest wishes for the day Note. This wish was not granted; the lamented Person not long after perished by shipwreck, in discharge of his duty as Commander of the Honourable East India Company's Vessel, the Earl of Abergavenny. INSCRIPTIONS. I. IN THE GROUNDS OF COLEORTON, THE SEAT OF SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT, BART. LEICESTERSHIRE. THE embowering Rose, the Acacia, and the Pine, Will not unwillingly their place resign; If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands, Planted by Beaumont's and by Wordsworth's hands. One wooed the silent Art with studious pains,These Groves have heard the Other's pensive strains; Devoted thus, their spirits did unite By interchange of knowledge and delight. May Nature's kindliest powers sustain the Tree, And when its potent branches, wide out-thrown, Here may some Painter sit in future days, Not mindless of that distant age renowned And of that famous Youth, full soon removed From earth, perhaps by Shakspeare's self approved, Fletcher's Associate, Jonson's Friend beloved. |