{"id":27,"date":"2013-05-25T16:46:00","date_gmt":"2013-05-25T15:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/2013\/05\/25\/john-walker-ord-no-1\/"},"modified":"2013-05-25T16:46:00","modified_gmt":"2013-05-25T15:46:00","slug":"john-walker-ord-no-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/2013\/05\/25\/john-walker-ord-no-1\/","title":{"rendered":"John Walker Ord [No. 1]"},"content":{"rendered":"

John Walker Ord. [No. 1]<\/b>
\n
<\/b>
\n<\/a>To my literary friend, the late John Walker Ord
\nHail, child of genius!* Cleveland\u2019s honour\u2019d bard!
\nWho, singing England\u2019s praise, forgot not her
\nWhose hills, and brooks, and plains, though doest prefer
\nTo all the world: thou art a worshipper
\nOf Nature fair; and on the daisied sward 5
\nOf thy dear native vale will ofttimes lay,
\n(When Phoebus high in azure heaven doth ride,
\nAnd sea-nymphs sport upon the ocean tide,)
\nTo hear the linnets\u2019 song, see lambkins play,
\nAnd view thy Cleveland clad in garments gay 10
\nOf lovely green, with Flora\u2019s gems bedight
\nSo rich and profuse, that thy gladden\u2019d soul
\nFeels inspiration at the very sight,
\nAnd wings its way beyond the world\u2019s control.<\/p>\n

George Markham Tweddell<\/b>
\nStokesley
\n* Mr John Walker Ord, Author of \u201cEngland, a Historical Poem,\u201d \u201cThe Bard,
\nand Minor Poems,\u201d \u201cRural Sketches and Poems, chiefly relating to Cleveland,\u201d
\n\u201cThe History and Antiquities of Cleveland,\u201d &c., &c.
\n[Tweddell\u2019s Yorkshire Miscellany, p. 400 October 1846 and also in Tractates
\nNo. 7 as Sonnet No. VII. Published too in Turner, J.Horsfall (undated 1890?)
\nYorkshire Genealogist, with which is incorporated Yorkshire Bibliographer,
\nVolume II (Idel, Bradford), p. 13]<\/p>\n

CLEVELAND SONNETS\u2014Second series<\/b>
\nTractates No. 35 (1888)<\/b>
\n[Published with the approval of<\/i>
\nMiddlesbrough Library,<\/i>
\nListed Tweddell Collection MPLib]<\/i>
\nJohn Walker Ord, F.G.S.L. [No. 2]<\/i>
\n(For a Memoir of whose Life and Writings see The Bards and Authors<\/i>
\nof Cleveland and South Durham.)<\/i>
\nI
\nWe were true friends, because we dearly loved
\nOur native vale. Cleveland to both being dear,
\nThough all the changing beauty of the year,
\nWith him delighted I have often roved
\nOur hills and plains, and in our little dells; 5
\nFor each gave gladness, which we well could share;
\nAnd we felt thankful earth was all so fair;
\nWhilst fairies seem\u2019d to come forth from their cells,
\nIn every little flower, to welcome give
\nThen to our visits: and when last we met 10
\n\u2019T was on dear Rosebury, and the sun had set
\nEre we could bear to part. And yet I live
\nThose happy days again in memory,
\nMy much-loved friend, whene\u2019er I think of thee<\/p>\n

II
\nAnd not alone did Cleveland\u2019s hills and dales, 15
\nHer rivers and her varied coast, give joy,
\nWith garniture of woods that never cloy;
\nWe both delighted in romantic tales,
\nWhich reverend eld had handed down from yore,\u2014
\nOft husks of superstition\u2014which within 20
\nHeld kernels of dim truths, for those to win
\nWho know well how rightly search for lore
\nThus only to be found: for myth and truth
\nAre strangely interwoven on all hands;
\nAnd happiest he who clearly understands 25
\nHow best to part them: for so quick the growth
\nOf Error\u2019s weeds, that they too often choke
\nE\u2019en up the paths where Wisdom fain would walk.<\/p>\n

George Markham Tweddell<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

John Walker Ord. [No. 1] To my literary friend, the late John Walker Ord Hail, child of genius!* Cleveland\u2019s honour\u2019d bard! Who, singing England\u2019s praise, forgot not her Whose hills, and brooks, and plains, though doest prefer To all the world: thou art a worshipper Of Nature fair; and on the daisied sward 5 Of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/sonnetsonpoets\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}