To the River Lodon by Thomas Warton

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Richard Mitchley - Pop

To the River Lodon by Thomas Warton

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Ah, what a weary race my feet have run Since first I trod thy banks with alders crowned And thought my way was all through fairy ground Beneath thy azure sky and golden sun Where first my muse to lisp her notes begun While pensive memory traces back the round Which fills the varied interval between Much pleasure, more of sorrow marks the scene Sweet native stream thy skies and suns so pure No more return to cheer my evening road! Yet still one joy remains, that not obscure Nor useless all my vacant days have flowed From youth's gay dawn to manhood's prime mature Nor with the muses laurel unbestowed!

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  • Thomas Warton