MOONLIGHT. Susanna Blamire Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Blamire, Susanna, 1747-1794. The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire “The muse of Cumberland.” Now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D. with a preface, memoir, and notes by Patrick Maxwell, ... Edinburgh John Menzies, 61 Princes Street; R. Tyas, London; D. Robertson, Glasgow; and C. Thurnam, Carlisle. MDCCCXLII. 1842 pp. 91-92.

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MOONLIGHT . " HOW sweet the moon now sleeps upon yon bank , " Cried Nature's first-born Shakspeare . , and delighted saw Her fairy elves play many a wily prank , As she sail'd on majestically slow . Her pale beams tremble o'er the sleeping flower , The tall trees lengthen in the sombre gloom ; Her brighter gleams now light the leafy tower , Now show the Gothic arches of the dome . A wandering cloud will sometimes cross her way , Her head oft bowing lets the stranger pass , While golden stars the canopy enlay , And shadowy forms fly o'er the waving grass . In solemn groves , where silver lamps late hung , The fear-struck traveller sees huge spectres rise ; Sees grisly ghosts and stalking phantoms come , As darkness draws the curtain of the skies . In yonder tower the meditative mind May suit the subject to the scene around , Find some memento murmur in the wind , Or print the smallest leaf that strews the ground .