Owen Lloyd, the subject of this epitaph, was born at Old Brathay, near Ambleside, and was the son of Charles Lloyd and his wife Sophia (née Pemberton), both of Birmingham, who came to reside in this part of the country soon after their marriage. They had many children, both sons and daughters, of whom the most remarkable was the subject of this epitaph. He was educated under Mr. Dawes, at Ambleside, Dr. Butler, of Shrewsbury, and lastly at Trinity College, Cambridge, where he would have been greatly distinguished as a scholar but for inherited infirmities of bodily constitution, which, from early childhood, affected his mind. His love for the neighbourhood in which he was born, and his sympathy with the habits and characters of the mountain yeomanry, in conjunction with irregular spirits, that unfitted him for facing duties in situations to which he was unaccustomed, induced him to accept the retired curacy of Langdale. How much he was beloved and honoured there, and with what feelings he discharged his duty under the oppression of severe malady, is set forth, though imperfectly, in the epitaph. BY playful smiles (alas! too oft Through life was OWEN LLOYD endeared Written at Rydal Mount. ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still! Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home ! ODE COMPOSED ON MAY MORNING 1826. 1835 This and the following poem originated in the lines "How delicate the leafy veil," etc. - My daughter and I left Rydal Mount upon a tour through our mountains with Mr. and Mrs. Carr in the month of May 1826, and as we were going up the vale of Newlands I was struck with the appearance of the little chapel gleaming through the veil of half-opened leaves; and the feeling which was then conveyed to my mind was expressed in the stanza referred to above. the case of "Liberty" and " Humanity," my first intention was to write only one poem, but subsequently I broke it into two, making additions to each part so as to produce a consistent and appropriate whole. WHILE from the purpling east departs As in Their own mysterious groves. Cloud-piercing peak, and trackless heath, Nor wants the dim-lit cave a wreath Their puniest flower-pot-nursling dares And if, on this thy natal morn, The pole, from which thy name Hath not departed, stands forlorn Of song and dance and game; Still from the village-green a vow Aspires to thee addrest, Wherever peace is on the brow, Or love within the breast. 30 40 Yes! where Love nestles thou canst teari That never loved before. Stript is the haughty one of pride, Hush, feeble lyre! weak words refuse To yon exulting thrush the Muse Till the first silver star appear, TO MAY 1826-34. 1835 THOUGH many suns have risen and set Delicious odours! music sweet, Earth, sea, thy presence feel-nor less, With its soft smile the truth express, Partakes a livelier cheer; Since thy return, through days and weeks How many wan and faded cheeks The Old, by thee revived, have said, "ONCE I COULD HAIL (HOWE'ER SERENE THE SKY)' 50 And yet how pleased we wander forth From sunshine, clouds, winds, waves, Such greeting heard, away with sighs Vernal fruitions and desires Are linked in endless chase; While, as one kindly growth retires, And what if thou, sweet May, hast known Mishap by worm and blight; If expectations newly blown Have perished in thy sight; If loves and joys, while up they sprung, Lo! Streams that April could not check 60 70 Curling with unconfirmed intent, On that green mountain's side. How delicate the leafy veil 645 Through which yon house of God Gleams, mid the peace of this deep dale By few but shepherds trod ! And lowly huts, near beaten ways, No sooner stand attired In thy fresh wreaths, than they for praise Peep forth, and are admired. Season of fancy and of hope, Permit not for one hour, A blossom from thy crown to drop, This modest charm of not too much, "ONCE I COULD HAIL (HOWE'ER SERENE THE SKY)" 1826. 1827 "No faculty yet given me to espy 80 90 The dusky Shape within her arms imbound." Afterwards, when I could not avoid seeing it, I wondered at this, and the more so because, like most children, I had been in the habit of watching the moon through all her changes, and had often continued to gaze at it when at the full, till half blinded. "Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, ONCE I could hail (howe'er serene the sky) Young, like the Crescent that above me shone, 10 To expectations spreading with wild growth, And hope that kept with me her plighted troth. 646 THE MASSY WAYS, CARRIED ACROSS THESE HEIGHTS" Out of a farewell yearning-favoured mo sign This Walk, his loved possession, to the ar Of those pure Minds that reverence Muse. THE PILLAR OF TRAJAN These verses perhaps had better be tra ferred to the class of "Italian Poems." I had observed in the Newspaper, that the Pills Trajan was given as a subject for a prize-pen in English verse. I had a wish perhaps the my son, who was then an undergraduate Oxford, should try his fortune, and I told ha so; but he, not having been accustomed write verse, wisely declined to enter on th task; whereupon I showed him these lines as a proof of what might, without difficulty, done on such a subject. WHERE towers are crushed, and unfe bidden weeds O'er mutilated arches shed their seeds; And temples, doomed to milder change unfold A new magnificence that vies with old; Ex Ta |