POEMS. EGLINTON PARK MEETING. "If Pindar sung horse races, what should hinder BYRON. I. DAWN slowly vanished, and the source of light And cheered afar the lonely mountain's breast, II. And on a rock that aged seemed as earth, grey, The cushat mourned, and, as the bass to all, III. Descending thence, along the misty plain, On wings of thought th' enraptured eye surveyed Rich lawns, extending even to the main, And groves and vales in verdure's pomp arrayed; And waving woods, now lost, and now again The broad bright river, in his strength displayed, Proud aristocracy's bedazzling bower, The lone sad remnants of the feudal tower. IV. Far other features showed the city's face- The high slow-moving wain, the driver's cry, Of stunted form, pale cheek, and heavy eye; Toil's various tribes unto their tasks repair, The drunkard to his den of frenzy and despair. V. O Heaven! what means this vortex we behold In life's retreats ?-For ever onward flows As wrecks, with all our transports and our throes, Down to that deep impenetrable gloom VI. But with that god we have begun our song, And played the devil 'mong the dames below; Our streets, lanes, highways made a glorious show, With wains, carts, gigs, cars, studded with blythe faces, Still answering to the query-" Are ye for the races?" VII. Behold how little lifts the sons of verse! I fast got breakfast, faster was arrayed- I cannot say that mine are the reverse, *Mine is the invention of the charming lyre; But, ah! more deadly his who pierced my heart. VIII. A car instanter trundled into sight, Drawn by a donkey-looking creature vile, Seat, did I say!—a hanging on the door, IX. One was a dominie,* a wag most queer, Partner in care a third, whom he called Meg; X. Little occurred worth noting on the way; ways. Of every colour in the light of day, Crowds still came forth to join them from the bye ways, We took in Dreghorn village a short stay; For having got, as some say, "kin' o' dry-ways;' *Schoolmaster. |