Thomas Percy

Thomas Percy

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Portrait of Thomas Percy Thomas Percy Hermit of Warkworth (1846)

The cliff, the vault, but chief the tomb,
⁠Attract the wond’ring pair:
Eager they ask what hapless dame
⁠Lies sculptur’d here so fair.
The hermit sigh’d, the hermit wept,
⁠For sorrow scarce could speak;
At length he wip’d the trickling tears
⁠’That all bedew’d his cheek:
Alas! my children, human life
⁠Is but a vale of woe;
And very mournful is the tale,
⁠Which ye so fain would know.
THE HERMIT’S TALE.
Young lord, thy grandsire had a friend
⁠In days of youthful fame;
Yon distant hills were his domains:
Sir Bertram was his name.
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Portrait of Thomas Percy Thomas Percy Hermit of Warkworth (1846)

Fair Warkworth lifts her lofty towers,
⁠And overlooks the sea.
These towers, alas! now stand forlorn,
⁠With noisome weeds o’erspread;
Where feasted lords and courtly dames,
⁠And where the poor were fed.
Meantime, far off, ’midst Scottish hills,
⁠The Percy lives unknown:
On stranger’s bounty he depends,
⁠And may not claim his own.
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Portrait of Thomas Percy Thomas Percy Hermit of Warkworth (1846)

WARKWORTH CASTLE, in Northumberland, stands very boldly on a neck of land near the sea-shore, almost surrounded by the river Coquet (called by our old Latin historians Coqueda) which runs with a clear and rapid stream, but when swollen with rains becomes violent and dangerous.
About a mile from the Castle, in a deep romantic valley, are the remains of a Hermitage; of which the Chapel is still entire. This is hollowed with great elegance, in a cliff near the river
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