The Bijou;
or Annual of Literature and the Arts
compiled by William Fraser
London: William Pickering,
1828
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| Haddon within thy silent halls, | 1 |
| Deserted courts, and turrets high, | 2 |
| How mournfully on memory falls, | 3 |
| Past scenes of antique pageantry. | 4 |
| A holy spell pervades thy gloom, | 5 |
| A silent charm breathes all around, | 6 |
| And the dread stillness of the tomb | 7 |
| Reigns o'er they hallow'd, haunted, ground. | 8 |
| King of the Peak! thy hearth is lone, | 9 |
| No sword- girt vassals gather there, | 10 |
| No minstrel's harp pours forth its tone | 11 |
| In praise of Maud or Margaret fair. | 12 |
| Where are the high and stately dames | 13 |
| Of princely Vernon's bannered hall? | 14 |
| and where the knights, and what their names, | 15 |
| Who led them forth to festival? | 16 |
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| They slumber low, and in the dust, | 17 |
| Prostrate and fall'n the warrior lies; | 18 |
| His faulchion's blade is dim with rust, — | 19 |
| And quench'd the ray of beauty's eyes! | 20 |
| Those arms which once blazed through the field | 21 |
| Their brightness never shall resume, | 22 |
| O'er spear and helm, and broken shield, | 23 |
| Low droops the faded sullied plume. | 24 |
| Arise ye! Might dead, arise! | 25 |
| Can Vernon, Rutland, Stanley sleep? | 26 |
| Whose gallant hearts and eagle eyes, | 27 |
| Disdained alike to crouch or weep? | 28 |
| And ye who owned the orbs of light, | 29 |
| The golden trees — the pure fair brow — | 30 |
| In the cold sleep of endless night, | 31 |
| Say, do the Vernon's daughters bow? | 32 |
| No, no, they wake! a seraph guard, | 33 |
| To circle this their loved domain; | 34 |
| Which Time has spared,nor man has marr'd | 35 |
| With sacrilegious hand profane. | 36 |
| Haddon! they chivalry are fled! | 37 |
| The tilt and tourney's brave array, | 38 |
| Where knights in steel, from heel to head, | 39 |
| Bore love's or honor's prize away. | 40 |
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| No hunter's horn iis heard to sound, | 41 |
| No dame with swan- like mein glides by, | 42 |
| Accompanied by hawk and hound, | 43 |
| On her fair plafrey joyously. | 44 |
| Thy splendid sun has set innight- | 45 |
| But gentle, holier, more subdued, | 46 |
| Than earth's most brillian dazzling light, | 47 |
| Thy moonlight garden's solitude. | 48 |
from The Bijou, 1828, pp. 315-317 |
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