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Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi ponere, pictor ?
ONCE more, Enchantress of the soul,
-Yet whither, whither didst thou fly? To what bright region of the sky?
Say, in what distant star to dwell?
Perhaps to many a desert shore,
Far happier thou! 'twas thine to soar,
from Heaven !
* Mrs. Sheridan's.
“Say what remains when Hope is fled ?”
At Embsay rung the matin-bell,
* In the twelfth century, William Fitz-Duncan laid waste the valleys of Craven with fire and sword; and was afterwards established there by his uncle, David King of Scotland.
He was the last of the race; his son, commonly called the Boy of Egremond, dying before him in the manner here related; when a Priory was removed from Embsay to Bolton, that it might be as near as possible to the place where the accident happened. That place is still known by the name of the Strid ; and the mother's answer, as given in the first stanza, is to this day often repeated in Wharfedale.See Whitaker's Hist. of Craven.