SONNET I. ▾ WRITTEN AT TINEMOUTH, NORTHUMBERLAND, AFTER A TEMPESTUOUS VOYAGE. As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, And yon forsaken tow'r that time has rent:The lifted oar far off with silver gleam Is touch'd, and hush'd is all the billowy deep! Wak'd by the breeze, and, as they mourn, expire. SONNET II.* AT BAMBOROUGH CASTLE. YE holy towers that shade the wave-worn steep, Oft list'ning tearful when the wild winds beat With hollow bodings round your ancient walls; And Pity, at the dark and stormy hour Of midnight, when the moon is hid on high, Keeps her lone watch upon the topmost tow'r, And turns her ear to each expiring cry; Blest if her aid some fainting wretch might save, And snatch him cold and speechless from the wave. BAMBOROUGH CASTLE. Many readers may be ignorant that this very ancient castle, with its extensive domains, heretofore the property of the family of FORSTER, whose heiress married Lord CREWE, bishop of Durham, is appropriated by the will of that pious Prelate to many benevolent purposes; particularly that of ministring instant relief to such shipwrecked mariners as may happen to be cast on this dangerous coast, for whose preservation, and that of their vessels, every possible assistance is contrived, and is at all times ready. The whole estate is vested in the hands of Trustees, one of whom, Dr. SHARP, archdeacon of Northumberland, with an active zeal well suited to the nature of the humane institution, makes this castle his chief residence, attending with unwearied diligence to the proper application of the charity. |