Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death - In Series, 1839 - I. - Suggested By The View Of Lancaster Castle (On The Road From The South)

This Spot—at once unfolding sight so fair Of sea and land, with yon grey towers that still Rise up as if to lord it over air— Might soothe in human breasts the sense of ill, Or charm it out of memory; yea, might fill The heart with joy and gratitude to God For all his bounties upon man bestowed: Why bears it then the name of “Weeping Hill”? Thousands, as toward yon old Lancastrian Towers, A prison’s crown, along this way they past For lingering durance or quick death with shame, From this bare eminence thereon have cast Their first look—blinded as tears fell in showers Shed on their chains; and hence that doleful name.