The Vale of Cluyd: a Pastoral.

Poetical Amusement on the Journey of Life; consisting of Various Pieces in verse: serious, theatric, epigrammatic and miscellaneous. by William Meyler.

William Meyler

A pastoral ballad in eight anapestic quatrains dated "1780" and published in the collected edition of William Meyler's poems in 1806. The poet invites his Delia to accompany him on a journey northward: "Haste, Delia, let's join in the throng, | The hamlet's already o'erstrew'd, | The harps have begun the blythe song, | And Pleasure skips over the Cluyd." The poet was a regular contributor to The Star, where this poem was reprinted in 1806. Meyler was a bookseller at Bath, where he published the Bath Herald.

Anti-Jacobin Review: "The author appears to have emptied the whole contents of his poetical common place book into this volume, which contains as motley a collection of rhymes, as we remember ever to have met with. Variety as well of subjects as of metre abounds, and there is something to please every palate that is not very fastidious in the choice or flavour of its food. In truth we cannot compliment Mr. Meyler on his poetical talents; though, from some few lines scattered o'er his work, like a stray flower on a barren heath, we have been induced to believe him not destitute of genius" 23 (January 1806) 102.

Now Spring sheds her beauties around,
And the blossoms begin to appear;
The primroses peep from the ground,
And whisper that Summer is near.

Transport me, Oh Fancy! dear maid,
To a spot the most sweet ever view'd;
And let me by Delia be laid
On the beautiful banks of the Cluyd.

Though on the bleak mountains around,
Nor blossom nor verdure be seen;
Yet thou, lovely Valley, art crown'd
With buds of perennnial green:

Retreat of good humour and joy,
Where troubles nor sorrows intrude;
Sweet pleasures which never can cloy
Reside in the Valley of Cluyd.

To the wake, dearest Delia, away,
Why braid thy loved locks with such care?
My maid will in simplest array
Surpass every nymph that is there.

Haste Delia, let's join in the throng,
The hamlet's already o'erstrew'd,
The harps have begun the blithe song
And Pleasure skips over the Cluyd.

But where glides my fancy along,
Alas! I must alter my strain,
I shall ne'er be their pastimes among—
Nor shall ever see Delia again!

Farewel dearest scenes of delight!
Farewel ev'ry sport I pursued!
Farewel ev'ry pleasure-crown'd night!
Farewel — lovely Valley of Cluyd!

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