Penny Dreadfuls, 1812 · page 183 of 258
Psyche, and other poems — page 183: what you’re looking at
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This is a page of running prose—specifically a poem titled "Written at Rossana" (page 165). The verse addresses a chestnut bower, praising its quiet shade as a refuge from the bustling world of dancing and singing. The speaker blesses the bower's darkness and finds comfort in its shelter, preferring its simple peace to the bright pleasures and dangers of society, concluding that no sudden storms will frighten their calm retreat there. The poem appears to be sentimental, nature-focused verse rather than the sensational content typically associated with penny dreadfuls.
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165 WRITTEN AT ROSSANA. | DeAR chesnut bower, [hail thy secret shade, Image of tranquil life! escaped yon throng, © Who weave the dance, and swell the choral song ; And all the summer’s day have wanton played : i bless thy kindly gloom in silence laid : What though no prospects gay to thee belong ; Yet here I heed nor showers, nor sunbeams strong”, Which they, whose perfumed tresses roses braid, Dispersing fear. Their sunny bank more bright, And on their circled green more sweets abound, Yet the rude blasts, which rend their vestments light, O’er these dark boughs with harmless music sound, And though no lively pleasures here are found, Yet shall no sudden storms my calm retreat affright. Connicloooks.comn /