WATLINGTON HILL; A Poem, BY MARY RUSSELL MITFORD. "Rememberest thou my greyhounds true?"-Scott. "Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures ΤΟ JAMES WEBB, ESQ. AND WILLIAM HAYWARD, ESQ. THIS POEM, WRITTEN CHIEFLY FOR THEIR AMUSEMENT, IS INSCRIBED BY THE AUTHOR. WATLINGTON HILL, A POEM. I. 'Tis pleasant to dance in lordly hall When the merry harp is ringing; 'Tis sweet in the bow'r at ev'ning's fall To list to the night-bird's singing; 'Tis lovely to view th' autumnal hue, As it gilds the woodland mountain ; Or when summer glows, to pluck the rose, And quaff from the dew's pure fountain. |