Poems by Robert Southey
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In judgment on him; for his ardent mind
Shaped goodliest plans of happiness on earth, And peace and liberty. Wild dreams! But such As PLATO lov'd; such as with holy zeal Our MILTON worshipp'd. Blessed hopes! awhile From man withheld, even to the latter days, When CHRIST shall come and all things be fulfill'd. INSCRIPTION V. For a MONUMENT at SILBURY-HILL. This mound in some remote and dateless day Rear'd o'er a Chieftain of the Age [1] of Hills, May here detain thee Traveller! from thy road Not idly lingering. In his narrow house Some Warrior sleeps below: his gallant deeds Haply at many a solemn festival The Bard has harp'd, but perish'd is the song Of praise, as o'er these bleak and barren downs The wind that passes and is heard no more. Go Traveller on thy way, and contemplate Glory's brief pageant, and remember then That one good deed was never wrought in vain. [Footnote 1: The Northern Nations distinguished the two periods when the |
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