KENILWORTH CASTLE
... A stately pile once, this- Meet dwelling for a Lord: With turrets high Kissing the sky. Now naught remains to toll, Save ruins hoar and wild, The story vast Of glory'past. Yet beautifal amd fair, With ivy covered o'er, These faint outlines Of other times. An emblem fit, methinks, Of our sad lot to-day- These wasted walls And vacant halls. We fondly thought to while- With others far away- The ...