THE BANKS OF ALMOND. (VIDE PENNANT'S TOUR.) George Monck Berkeley 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. T142950 K111746.000 Berkeley, George Monck, 1763-1793. Poems: by the late George-Monck Berkeley, Esq. ... With a preface by the editor, consisting of some anecdotes of Mr. Monck Berkeley and several of his friends. London printed by J. Nichols; and sold by Messrs. Leigh and Sotheby; Mr. Edwards; Mr. Cooke, Oxford; Mr. Todd, York; Messrs. Simmons and Co.; Messrs. Flackton, Marrable, and Claris; and Mr. Bristow, Canterbury 1797 pp. 48-50. viii,DCXXXII,212p.,plate: port.; 4⁰.

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THE BANKS OF ALMOND . ( VIDE PENNANT'S TOUR . ) TO MARY LADY CLARKE OF PENNYCUICKE . STILL was the night , and gently roll'd the wave , When Almond's banks a pensive poet sought , And free from care his rustic lay attun'd , When , lo ! by some superior pow'r compell'd , The silver waves in equal parts divide , And thence two lovely virgin forms arise , ( The fairest they of Caledonia's fair , ) Who thus with accent soft the bard bespeak : " Be thine the task our hapless fate to sing , Whilst we , O Bard , thy rustic verse inspire , Still on these banks our pensive spirits stray , And oft at evetide by the swains are seen . In ages past we were for friendship fam'd ; Nor love , nor death , our friendship could destroy . One happy youth , by both alike belov'd , Was with our kindest , tenderest wishes bless'd ; Whilst he for each with equal passion burnt . When from contagions dire we hither fled , For us , on yonder hill , a bower he built , And oft at evetide climb'd the steepy brae A Scotch expression . To meet the willing partners of his love ; But when at once the azure skies we sought , O'er our remains a simple tomb he rear'd , Then died , and join'd us in the realms of light . Oh! from our tender tale this moral learn , That real friendship lives beyond the grave ; And when from earth remov'd it seeks the skies , It then for ever burns a flame serene , And gilds the regions of eternal day . " The Almond's willing waves again divide , And from his sight the lovely phantoms sink .