ON THE PROJECTED KENDAL AND WINDERMERE RAILWAY
IS then no nook of English ground secure
From rash assault? Schemes of retirement sown
In youth, and 'mid the busy world kept pure
As when their earliest flowers of hope were blown,
Must perish;--how can they this blight endure?
And must he too the ruthless change bemoan
Who scorns a false utilitarian lure
'Mid his paternal fields at random thrown?
Baffle the threat, bright Scene, from Orresthead
Given to the pausing traveller's rapturous glance:
Plead for thy peace, thou beautiful romance
Of nature; and, if human hearts be dead,
Speak, passing winds; ye torrents, with your strong
And constant voice, protest against the wrong.
October 12, 1844.
2 The degree and kind of attachment which many of the yeomanry
feel to their small inheritances can scarcely be over-rated. Near
the house of one of them stands a magnificent tree, which a
neighbour of the owner advised him to fell for profit's sake.
"Fell it!" exclaimed the yeoman, "I had rather fall on my knees
and worship it." It happens, I believe, that the intended railway
would pass through this little property, and I hope that an
apology for the answer will not be thought necessary by one who
enters into the strength of the feeling.