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THE IVY OF KENILWORTH.
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Mysterious light! when some conflicting sphere
Shall dash thee from thy throne,
The rumour unappall'd oh may I hear
Myriads of ages on!
Shall dash thee from thy throne,
The rumour unappall'd oh may I hear
Myriads of ages on!
THE IVY OF KENILWORTH.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
Heard'st thou what the Ivy sigh'd,
Waving where all else hath died,
In the place of regal mirth,
Now the silent Kenilworth?
Waving where all else hath died,
In the place of regal mirth,
Now the silent Kenilworth?
With its many-glistering leaves,
There a solemn robe it weaves;
And a voice is in each fold,
Like an oracle's of old.
There a solemn robe it weaves;
And a voice is in each fold,
Like an oracle's of old.
Heard'st thou, while with dews of night
Shone its berries darkly bright?
Yes! the whisperer seem'd to say,
"All things—all things pass away!
Shone its berries darkly bright?
Yes! the whisperer seem'd to say,
"All things—all things pass away!
"Where I am, the harp hath rung
Banners and proud shields among,
And the blood-red wine flow'd free,
And the fire shot sparks of glee.
Banners and proud shields among,
And the blood-red wine flow'd free,
And the fire shot sparks of glee.