On Leaving Steephill, August, M DCC XC. Catherine Rebecca Grey, Lady Manners 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. T173070 Manners, Catherine Rebecca, Lady, 1766 or 1767-1852. Poems by Lady Manners. Second edition. London John Bell 1793 pp. [98]-100. 126p.

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On Leaving Steephill , August , M DCC XC. YE towering hills , whose front sublime The misty vapour often shrouds , Whose summits , braving envious time , Aspire to pierce the vagrant clouds ! Ye trees , that to the balmy gale , Low murmuring , bow your verdant heads ! Ye lavish flowers , that scent the vale Where rosy Health delighted treads ! Ye streams , that through the meadow stray In many a wild fantastic round , Or , sparkling , urge your rapid way O'er rocks with bending osiers crown'd ! Ye whitening cliffs , that o'er the main In dreadful majesty arise , Whose dangers to elude , in vain Too oft the trembling sailor tries ! Each varied scene , whose native charms Excel what Fancy ever drew , Where , shelter'd in Retirement's arms , Contentment sweetly rests , adieu ! And thou , romantic , straw-roof'd cot , Whose walls are from dissension free , The hours shall never be forgot , The happy hours I've pass'd in thee ! Where Hospitality presides , And pours from Plenty's copious horn ; Where unaffected Worth resides , And festive Mirth gilds every morn . O may they long exert their power , Long guard from ill this blest retreat , And ever , through life's chequer'd hour , With smiles of peace its owners greet ! And may no blast e'er rend these trees , Or spoil this garden's gaudy bloom , But the soft shower and gentle breeze Preserve its colour and perfume ! Ah me ! I must no more delay , For see the swelling sails in view ; The wind propitious chides my stay , Romantic cot , again adieu !