122 MEMOIRS OP 



And tell her, Dcrwent, as you murmur by, 

 How in thefe wilds with hopelefs love I burn, 

 Teach your lone vales and echoing caves to figh, 

 And mix my briny forrows with your urn ? 



This elegiac ode is rich in poetic beauty. 

 The epithet willowy, in the third ftanza, 

 appeared queftionable, till it was recollected 

 that it is the weeping willow that was 

 meant, with which art has adorned the 

 Derwent in his courfe through the lawns of 

 Chatfworth. The common fpecies of that 

 tree has no fpontaneous growth on the 

 edge of rivers which alternately rum and 

 flow through their rocky channel in moun- 

 tainous countries. Common willows bor- 

 der the heavy, iluggim ftreams of flat and 

 fwampy fituations. Dwarf- alders, nut- * 

 trees, and other bufhes of more ftinted 

 height, and darker verdure, fringe the 

 banks of the Derwent, the Wie, and the 

 JL/arkin, on their paflage through the Peak- 



fcenery, 



