On a Distant View of The Village And
School of Harrow On The Hill
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
(composed: 1806)
(From Hours of Idleness - 1807)
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- Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lovd recollection
- Embitters the present, compard with the past;
- Where science first dawnd on the powers of reflection,
- And friendships were formd, too romantic to last;
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- Where fancy, yet, joys to retrace the resemblance
- Of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied;
- How welcome to me your neer fading remembrance,
- Which rests in the bosom, though hope is denyd!
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- Again I revisit the hills where we sported,
- The streams where we swam, and the fields where we fought;
- The school where, loud warnd by the bell, we resorted,
- To pore oer the precepts by Pedagogues taught.
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- Again I behold where for hours I have ponderd,
- As reclining, at eve, on yon tombstone I lay;
- Or round the steep brow of the churchyard I wanderd,
- To catch the last gleam of the suns setting ray.
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- I once more view the room, with spectators surrounded,
- Where, as Zanga, I trod on Alonzo oerthrown;
- While, to swell my young pride, such applauses resounded,
- I fancied that Mossop himself was outshone.
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- Or, as Lear, I pourd forth the deep imprecation,
- By my daughters, of kingdom and reason deprivd;
- Till, fird by loud plaudits and self-adulation,
- I regarded myself as a Garrick revivd.
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- Ye dreams of my boyhood, how much I regret you!
- Unfaded your memory dwells in my breast;
- Though sad and deserted, I neer can forget you:
- Your pleasures may still be in fancy possest.
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- To Ida full oft may remembrance restore me,
- While Fate shall the shades of the future unroll!
- Since Darkness oershadows the prospect before me,
- More dear is the beam of the past to my soul!
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- But if, through the course of the years which await me,
- Some new scene of pleasure should open to view,
- I will say, while with rapture the thought shall elate me,
- Oh! such were the days which my infancy knew.
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