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Uncomely courage, unbeseeming skill;

Phillips, Pomona's bard, the second thou To spring the fence, to rein the prancing steed; Who nobly durst, in rhyme-unfetter'd verse, The cap, the whip, the masculine attire;

With British freedom sing the British song: In which they roughen to the sense, and all How, from Silurian vats, high-sparkling wines The winning softness of their sex is lost.

Foam in transparent foods; some strong, to cheer In them 'tis graceful to dissolve at woe;

The wintery revels of the labouring hind; With every motion, every word, to wave

And tasteful soine, to cool the summer hours. Quick o'er the kindling cheek the ready blush; In this glad season, while his sweetest beams And from the smallest violence to shrink

The Sun sheds equal o'er tbe meekend day; Unequal, then the loveliest in their fears ; Oh, lose me in the green delightful walks And by this silent adulation, soft,

Of, Doddington, thy seat, serene, and plain; To their protection more engaging man.

Where simple Nature reigns; and every view, O may their eyes no miserable sight,

Diffusive, spreads the pure Dorsetian downs, Save weeping lovers, see ! a nobler game, In boundless prospect: yonder shagg'd with wood, Through Love's enchanting wiles pursued. yet fied, Here rich with harvest, and there white with flocks ! In chase ambiguous. May their tender limbs Meantiine the grandeur of thy lofty dome, Float in the loose simplicity of dress!

Far-splendid, seizes on the ravish'd eye. And, fashion'd all to harinony, alone

New beauties rise with each revolving day; Know they to seize the captivated soul,

New columns swell; and still the fresh Spring finds In rapture warbled from love-breathing lips; New plants to quicken, and new groves to green To teach the lute to languish ; with sinooth step, Full of thy genius all! the Muses' scat : Disclosing motion in its every charm,

Where in the secret bower, and winding walk, To swim along, and swell the mazy dance ; For virtuous Young and thee they twipe the bay. To train the foliage o'er the snowy lawn;

Here wandering oft, fir'd with the restless thirst To guide the pencil, turn the tuneful page ; Of thy applause, I solitary court To lend new flavour to the fruitful year,

Th' inspiring breeze: and meditate the book And heighten Nature's dainties : in their race Of Nature ever open : aiming thence, To rear their graces into second life;

Warın from the leart, to learn the moral song To give society its highest taste;

Here, as I steal along the sunny wall, Well order'd home man's best delight to make; Where Autumn basks, with fruit empurpled deep, And by submissive wisdom, modest skill,

My pleasing theme continual prompts my thought: With every gentle care-eluding art,

Presents the downy peach; the shining plumb; To raise the virtues, animate the bliss,

The ruddy, fragrant nectarine; and dark, And sweeten all the toils of human life :

Beneath bis ample leaf, the luscious fig. This be the female dignity and praise.

The vine too here her curling tendrils shoots ; Ye swains, now hasten to the hazel bank; Hangs out her clusters, glowing to the south; Where, down yon dale, the wildly-winding brook And scarcely wishes for a warmer sky. Falls hoarse from steep to steep. In close array, Turn we a moment fancy's rapid fight Fit for the thickets and the tangling shrub, To vigorous soils, and climes of fair extent; Ye virgins come. For you their latest song Where, by the potent Sun elated high, The woodlands raise; the clustering nuts for you The vineyard swells refulgent on the day; The lover finds amid the secret shade;

Spreads o'er the vale; or up the mountain climbs, And, where they burnish on the topmost bough, Profuse ; and drinks auid the sunny rocks, With active vigour crushes down the tree;

From cliff to cliff increas'd, the heighten'd blaze. Or shakes them ripe from the resigning husk, Low bend the weighty boughs. The clusters clear, A glossy shower, and of an ardent brown,

Half through the foliage seen, or ardent flame, As are the ringlets of Melinda's hair :

Or shine transparent; while perfection breathos Melinda! forni’d with every grace complete, White o'er the turgent film the living dew. Yet these neglecting, above beauty wise,

As thus they brighten with exalted juice, And far transcending such a vulgar praise.

'Touch'd into flavour by the mingling ray; Hence from the busy joy-resounding fields, The rural youth and virgins o'er the field, In cheerful errour, let us tread the maze

Each fond for each to cull th' autumnal prine, Of Autumn, unconfin'd; and taste, revivid, Exulting rove, and speak the vintage nigh. The breath of orchard big with bending fruit. Then comes the crushing swain; the country floats, Obedient to the breeze and beating ray,

And foains unbounded with the mashy flood; From the deep-loaded bough a mellow shower That by degrees fermented and retin'd, Incessant melts away. The juicy year

Round the rais'd nations pours the cup of joy : Lies, in a soft profusion, scatter'd round.

The claret smooth, red as the lip we press, A various sweetness swells the gentle race;

In sparkling fancy, while we drain the bowl; By Nature's all-refining band prepar'd;

The mellow-tasted Burgundy ; and quick, Of temper'd sun, and water, earth, and air, As is the wit it gives, the gay Champagne. In ever-changing composition inixt.

Now, by the cool declining year condens'd, Such, falling frequent through the chiller night, Descend the copious exhalations, check'd The fragrant stores, the wide projected heaps As up the middle sky unseen they stole, Of apples, which the lusty-handed Ycar,

And roll the doubling fogs around the hill. Innumerous, n'er the blushing orchard shakes. No more the mountain, horrid, vast, sublime, A various spirit, fresh, delicious, keen,

Who pours a sweep of rivers from his sides, Dwells in their gelid pores; and, active, points And high between contending kingdoms rears The piercing cyder for the thirsiy tongue :

The rocky long division, fills the view Thy nalive theme, and boon inspirer 100,

With great rariety; but in a night

Of gathering vapour, from the bamed sense Give opening Hemus to my searching eye,
Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far, And high Olympus pouring many a stream!
The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plain : O, from the sounding summits of the north,
Vanish the woods; the Jim-seen river seems The Dofriue hills, through Scandinavia rollid
Sullen, and slow, to roll the misty wave.

To farthest Lapland and the Frozen Main;
Ev'n in the height of noon opprest, the Sun From lofty Caucasus, far-seen by those
Sheds weak, and bluat, his wide-retracted ray; Who in the Caspian and black Euxine toil ;
Whence glaring oft, with many a broaden'd orb, From cold Riplican rocks, which the wild Russ
He frights the nations. Indistinct on Earth, Believes the stony girdle of the world;
Seen through the turbid air, beyond the life And all the dreadful mountains, wrapt in storm,
Objects appear; and, wilder'd, o'er the waste Whence wide Siberia draws her lonely foods;
The shepherd stalks gigantic. Till at last O, sweep th' eternal snows! Hung o'er the deep,
Wreath'd dun around, in deeper circles still That ever works beneath his sounding base,
Successive closing, sits the general fog

Bid Atlas, propping Heaven, as poets feign,
Unbounded o'er the world; and, mingling thick, Ilis subterranean wonders spread! unveil
A forinless grey confusion covers alle

The miny caverns, blazing on the day,
As when of old (so sung the Hebrew bard) Of Abyssinia's cloud compelling clitfs,
Light, uncollected, through the Chaos urg'd And of the bending Mountains of the Moon ?!
Its infant way; nor Order yet had drawn

O'ertopping all these giant sons of Earth,
His lovely train from out the dubious gloom. Let the dire Andes, from the radiant line

These roving mists, that constant now begin Stretch'd to the stormy seas that thunder round To smoke along the hilly country, these,

The southern pole, their hideous deeps unfold !
With weighty rains, and melted Alpine snows, Amazing scene! Behold! the glooms disclose,
Tbe mountain-cisterns fill, those ample stores I see the rivers in their infant beds!
Of water, scoop'd among the hollow rocks; Deep, deep I hear thein, labouring to get free!
Whence gush the streams, the ceaseless fountains I see the leaning strata, artful rangd;

The gaping fissures to receive the rains,
And their unfailing wealth the rivers draw. The melting snows, and ever-dripping fogs.
Soine sages say, that, wbere the nuunerous wave Strow'd bibulous above I see the sands,
For ever lashes the resounding shore,

The pebbly gravel next, the layers then Drill'd through the sandy stratum, every way, Of mingled moulds, of more retentive earths, The waters with the sandy stratum rise ;

The gutter'd rocks, and mazy-running clefts; Amid whose angles infinitely strain'd,

That, while the stealing moisture they trasmit, They joyful leave their jaggy salts behind, Retard its motion, and forbid its waste. And clear and sweeten, as they soak along, Beneath th' incessaut weeping of these drains, Nor stops the restless fluid, mounting still, I see the rocky syphons stretch'd immense, Though oft amidst th' irriguous vale it springs; The mighty réservoirs, of harden'd chalk, But to the mountain courted by the sand,

Or stiff compacted clay, capacious form’d. That leads it darkling on in faithful maze, O'ertiowing thence, the congregated stores, Far from the parent-main, it boils again

The crystal treasures of the liquid world, Fresh into day; and all the glittering hill Through the stirr'd sands a bubbling passage burst; Is bright with spouting rills. But hence this vain And swelling out, around the middle steep, Amusive dream! why should the waters love Or froin the bottoms of the bosom'd bills, To take so far a journey to the hills,

In pure effusion flow. United, thus, When the sweet vallies offer to their toil

Th' exhaling Sun, the vapour.burden'd air, Inviting quiet, and a nearer bed?

The gelid inountins, that to rain condens'd Or if, by blind ambition led astray,

These vapours in continual current draw,
They must aspire; why should they sudilen stop And send them, o'er the fair-divided Earth,
Among the broken mountain's rushy dells,

In bonnteous rivers to the deep again,
And, ere they gain its highest peak, desert A social commerce hold, and firm support
Th'attractive sand thatcharın'd their course so long? The full-adjusted harmony of things.
Besides, the hard agglomerating salts,

When Autumn scatters his departing glearns,
The spoil of ages, would impervious choke Warn'd of approaching Winter, gather'd, play
Their secret channels; or, by slow degrees, The swallow-people; and toss'd wide around,
High as the hills protrude the swelling vales : O'er the calın sky, in convolution swift,
Old Ocean too, suck'd through the porous globe, The feather'd eddy foats: rejoicing once,
Had long ere now forsook his horrid bed,

Ere to their wintery slumbers they retire ; And brought Deucalion's watery times again. In clusters clung, beneath the mouldering bank,

Say then, where lurk the vast eternal springs, And where, unpierc'd by frost, the cavern sweats, That, like Crcating Nature, lie conceal'd

Or rather into wariner climes convey'd, From mortal eye, yet with their lavish stores With other kindred birds of season, there Refresh the globe, aad all its joyous tribes? They twitter cheerful, till the vernal inonths , thou pervading (tenius, given to man,

Invite them welcome back : for, thronging, now To trace the secrets of the dark abyss,

Inuumcrous wings are in commotion all. 0, lay the mountains bare! and wide display

! The Muscovites call the Riphean mountains Their hidden structure to th' astonish'd view!

Weliki Camenypoys, that is, ihe great stony girdle; Strip from the branching Alps their piny load; The buge encumbrance of horrific woods

because they suppose them to incompass the whole

From Asian Taurus, from linaus stretch'el
Athwart the roving Tartar's sulle bounds!

? A range of mountains in Africa, that surround alınost all Monomiotapao

Where the Rhine loses his majestic force To form the lucid lawn; with venturous oar In Belgian plains, won from the raging deep, How to dash wide the billow; nor look on, By diligence amazing, and the strong

Shamefully passive, while Batavian fleets I'r.conquerable hand of Liberty,

Defraud us of the glittering finny swarms, The stork-assembly meets; for many a day, That heave our friths, and crowd upon our shores; Consulting deep, and various, ere they take How all-enlivening trade to rouse, and wing Their arduous voyage through the liquid sky. The prosperous sail, from every growing port, And now their route design'd, their leaders chose, Uninjur'd, round the sea-encircled globe; Their tribes adjusted, clean'd their vigorous wings; And thus, in soul united as in pame, And many a circle, many a short essay,

Bid Britain reign the mistress of the deep? Wheel'd round and round, in congregation full Yes, there are such. And full on thee, Irgyll, The figur'd fight ascends; and, riding high Her hope, her stay, her darling, and her boast, Th' aerial billows, mixes with the clouds.

From her first patriots and her heroes sprung, Or where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls, Thy fond imploring country turns her eye; Boils round the naked melancholy isles

In thee, with all a mother's triumph, sees Of farthest Thule, and th’ Atlantic surge

Her every virtue, every grace combin'd, Pours in among the stormy Hebrides;

Her genius, wisdom, her engaging turn, Who can recount what transmigrations there Her pride of honour, and her courage try'd, Are annual made? what nations come and go? Calm, and intrepid, in the very throat And how the living clouds on clouds arise? Of sulphurous war, on Tenier's dreadful field. Infinite wings ! till all the plume-dark air

Nor less the palm of peace inwreathes thy brow : And rude resounding shore are one wild cry. For, powerful as thy sword, from thy rich tougue

Here the plain harmless native his small flock, Persuasion flows, and wins the high debate ; And herd diminutive of many hues,

While mix'd in thee combine the charm of youth, Tends on the little island's verdant swell,

The force of manhood, and the depth of age. The shepherd's sea-girt reign; or, to the rocks Thee, Forbes, too, whom every worth attends, Dire-clinging, gathers his ovarious food;

As truth sincere, as weeping friendship kind, Or sweeps the fishy shore; or treasures up Thee, truly generous, and in silence great, "The plumage, rising full, to form the bed Thy country feels through her reviving arts, Of luxury. And here a while the Muse,

Plann'd by thy wisdom, by thy soul inforin'd; High hovering o'er the broad cerulean scene, And seldom has she known a friend like thee. Sees Caledonia, in romantic view :

But see the fading many-colour'd woods, Heç airy mountains, from the waving main, Shade deepening over shade, the country round Invested with a kcen diflusive sky,

Imbrown; a crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun, Breathing the soul acute; her forests huge, Of every hue, froin wan-vieclining green Incult, robust, and tall, by Nature's hand To sooty dark. These now the lonesome Muse, Planted of old; her azure lakes between,

Low-whispering, lead into their leaf-strown walks, Pour'd out extensive, and of watery wealth

And give the season in its latest view. Full; winding deep, and green, ber fertile vales; Meantime, light-shadowing all, a sober calm With many a cool translucent brimming tlood Fleeces unbounded ether; whose least ware Wash'd lovely froin the Tweed (pure parent stream, Stands tremulous, uncertain where to turn Whose pastoral banks tirst heard my Doric reed, The gentle current: while illumin'd wide, With, sylvan Jed, thy tributary brook)

The dewy-skirted clouds imbibe the Sun, To where the north-inflated tempest foains

And through their lucid reil bis soften'd force O'er Orca's or Betubium's highest peak:

Shed o'er the peaceful world. Then is the time, Nurse of a people, in misfortune's school

For those whom Wisdom and whom Nature Train’d up to hardly deeds ; soon visited

charın, By Learning, when before the Gothic rage

To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd, She took her western flight. A manly race, And soar above this little scene of things; Of unsubmitting spirit, wise, and brave ;

To tread low-thoughted vice beneath their feet; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard, To soothe the throbbing passions into peace; (As well unhappy Wallace can attest,

And woo lone Quiet in her silent walks. Great patriot-hero! ill-reqnited chief !)

Thus solitary, and in pensive guise, To hold a generous uudiminish'd state;

Oft let me wander o'er the russet mead, (heard Too much in vain! Hence of unequal bounds And through the sadden'd grove, where scarce is Impatient, and by tempting glory borne

One dying strain, to cheer the woodman's toil. O’er every land, for every land their life

Haply some widow'd songster pours bis plaint, Has flow'd profuse, their piercing genius plann'd Far, in faint warblings, through the tawny copse, And swellid the pomp of peace their faithful toil, While congregated thrushes, linnets, larks, As from their own clear north, in radiant streams, And each wild throat, whose artless strains so late Bright over Europe bursts the Boreal Morn. Swell'd all the music of the swarming shades,

Oh, is there not some patriot, in whose power Robb’d of their tunetul souls, now shivering sit That best, that godlike luxury is plac'd,

On the dead tree, a dull despondant flock; Of blessing thousands, thousands yet unborn, With not a brightness waving o'er their plumes, Through late posterity? soie, large of soul, And nought save chattering discord in their note. To cheer dejected industry? to give

0, let not, aim'd from some inhuman eye, A double harvest to the pining swain?

The gun the music of the coming year And teach the labouring hind the sweets of toil? Destroy; and harmless, unsuspecting harm, How, by the finest art, the native robe

Lay the weak tribes a miserable prey, To weave; how, white as llyperborean znow, In mingled murder, fluttering on the ground !

The pale descending ycar, yet pleasing still, While there with thee th' enchanted rou :d I walk
A gentler mooi inspires; for now the leaf The regulated wild, gay Fancy then
Incessant rustles from the mournful grove, Will tread in thought the groves of Attic land;
Oft startling such as, studjous, walk below, Will from thy standard taste refine her own,
And slowly circles throngh the waving uir.

Correct her pencil to the purest truth
But should a quicker brecze amid the boughs Of Nature, or, the unimpassion'd shades
Sob, o'er the sky the leafy (eluge streams; Forsaking, raise it to the human mind.
Till chok'd, and matted with the dreary shower, Or if hereafter she, with juster hand,
'The forest-walks, at every rising gale,

Shall draw the tragic scene, instruct her thou, Roll wide the wither'd waste, and whistle bleak. To mark the varied movements of the heart, Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields;

What every decent character requires, And, shrunk into their beds, the fowery race And every passion speaks: 0, through her strain Their sunny robes resign. Ev’n what remain'd Breathe thy pathetic eloquence! that moulds Of stronger fruits falis from the naked tree; Th' attentive senate, charms, persuades, exalts, And mods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around Of honest zeal the indignant lightning throws, The desolated prospect thrills the soul.

And shakes Corruption on her renal throne. He comes ! he comes ! in every brıcze the power While thus we talk, and through Elysian vales Of philosophic Melancholy comes !

Delighted rore, perhaps a sigh escapes : His near approach the sudden-starting tear, What pity, Cobham, thou thy verdant files 'The glowing cheek, the mild dejected air,

Of order'd trees shouldst here inglorious range, The soften'd feature, and the heating heart, Instead of squadrons tlaming o'er the field, Pierc'l dice;) with many a virtuous pang, declare. And long cinbattled hosts ! when the proud foe, O'er all the sonl bis sacred intuence breathes ! The faithless vajn disturber of markind, Inflames imagination ; through the brcast

Insulting Gaul, bas rous'd the world to war; Infuses every tenderness ; and far

When keen, once more, within their bounds to prese Beyond dim Farth exalts the swelling thought. Those polish'd robbers, those ambitious slaves, Ten thousand thousand feet ideas, such

The British youth would hail thy wise cominand, As never mingled with the vulgar dream,

Thy temper'd ardour, and thy veteran skill. Crowd fast into the mind's creative eye.

The western Sun withdraws the shorten'd day; As fast the correspondent passions rise,

And humid Evening, gliding o'er the sky, As varied, and as high : devotion rais'd

In her chill progress, to the ground condens'd To rapture, and divine astonishment;

The vapours throws. Where creeping waters ooze, The love of Nature unconfin'd, and, chief, Where marshes stagnate, and where rivers wind, Of human race; the large ambitious wish, Cluster the rolling fogs, and swim along To make them blest ; the sigh for suffering worth The dusky-mantled lawn. Mean-while the Moon Lost in obscurity; the noble scorn

Full orb'd, and breaking through the scatter'd Of tyrant-pride; the fearless great resolve ;

clouds, The wonder which the dying patriot draws,

Shows her broad visage in the crimson'd east. Inspiring glory through reinotest time;

Turnid to the Sun direct, her spotted disk, Th’awaken'd throb for virtue, and for fame; Where mountains rise, umbraceous dales descend, The sympathies of love, and friendship dear; And caverns deep, as optic tube descries, With all the social off pring of the heart.

i smaller Earth, gives us his blaze again, Oh, hear me to vast embowering shades,

Void of its tame, and sheds a softer day. To twilight groves, and visionary vales;

Now through the passing cloud she seems to stoop, To weeping grottoes, and prophetic glooms; Now up the pure cerulian rides sublime. Where angel forms athwart the solemın dusk Wide the pale deluge floats, and streaming mild Tremendous sweep, or seem to sweep along;

O’er the sky'd mountain to the shadowy vale, And voices more than human, through the void While rocks and floods reflect the quivering glcam, Deep-sounding, seize th' enthusiastic ear! The whole air whitens with a boundless tide

Or is this gloom too much? Then lead, ye powers, Of silver radiance, trembling round the world. That o'er the garden and the rural seat

But when half blotted from the sky her light, Preside, which shining through the cheerful land Fainting, perinits the starry fires to burn In countless numbers blest Britannia sees;

With keener lustre through the depth of Heaven ; 0, lead me to the wide-extended walks,

Or near extinct her deaden'd orb appears, The fair majestic paradise of Stowe!!

And scarce appears, of sickly beamless white; Not Persian Cyrus on lonia's shore

Oft in this season, silent from the north E’er saw such sylvan scenes ; such various art A blaze of meteors shoots : ensweeping first By genius tir'd, such ardent genius tam'd

The lower skies, they all at once converge By cool judicious art; that, in the strife,

High to the crown of Heaven, and all at once All-beauteous Nature fears to be outdone.

Relapsing quick as quickly reascend, And there, O Pitt, thy country's early boast, And mix, and thwart, extinguish, and renow, There let me sit beneath the shelter'd slopes, All ether coursing in a maze of light. Or in that temple ? where, in future times,

From look to look, contagious through the crowd, Thou well shalt merit a distinguish'd name; The panic runs, and into wondrous shapes And, with thy converse blest, catch the last smiles Th’ appearance throws : armies in meet array, Of Autumn beaming o'er the yellow woods. Throng'd with aerial spears and steeds of fire;

Till the long lines of full-cxtended war 1 The seat of the lord viscount Cobham.

In bleeding fight commix’d, the sanguine flood

Rolls a broad slaughter o'er the plains of Heaven. • The temple of Virtue in Stowe-gardens. As thus they scan the visionary scene,

On all sides swells the superstitious din,

Can you not borrow; and, in just return, Incontinent; and busy Frenzy talks

Afford them shelter from the wintery winds ? Of blood and battle ; cities overturn'd,

Or, as the sharp year pinches, with their own And late at night in swallowing earthquake sunk, Again regale them on some smiling day? Or hideous wrapt in tierce ascen ting flame; See where the stony bottoin of their town Of sallow famine, iuundation, storm;

Looks desolate, and wild; with here and there Of pestilence, and every great distress ;

A helpless number, who the ruin'd state Empires subvers'd, when ruling Fate has struck Survive, lamenting weak, cast out to death. Thi unalterable hour: ev'n Nature's self

Thus a proud city, populous and rich, Is deem'd to totter on the brink of time.

Full of ihe works of peace, and high in joy,
Not so the man of philosophic eye,

At theatre or feast, or sunk in sleep,
And inspect sage; the waving brightness he (As late, Palermo, was thy fate) is seiz'd
Curious surveys, inquisitive to know

By some dread earthquake, and convulsive hurl'd The causes, and materials, yet untix'd,

Sheer from the black foundation, stench involvd, Of this appearance beautiful and new.

Into a gulf of blue sulphureous flame. Now black, and deep, the night begins to fall, Hence every harsher sight! for now the day, A shade immense. Sunk in the quenching gloom, O'er Heaven and Earth diffus'd, grows warm, and Magnificent and vast, are Heaven and Earth. Infinite splendour! wide investing all. [high, Order confounded lies; all beauty void ;

How still the breeze ! save what the filmy threads Distinction lost; and gay variety

Of dew evaporate brushes from the plain. One universal blot: such the fair power

How clear the cloudless sky! how deeply ting'd Of light, to kindle and create the whole.

With a peculiar blue! thi ethereal aroh Drear is the state of the benighted wretch,

How snell'd immense! amid whose azure thron'd Who then, bewilder'd, wanders through the dark, The radiant Sun how gay! how calm below Full of pale fancies, and chimeras huge;

The gilded Earth! the harvest-treasures all Nor visited by one directive ray,

Now gather'd in, beyond the rage of storins, From cottage streaming, or from airy hall. Sure to the swain; the circling fence shut up; Perhaps, impatient as he stumbles on,

And instant Winter's utmost rage defy'd. Struck from the root of slimy rushes, blue, While, loose to festive joy, the country round The wild-fire scatters round, or gather'd trails Laughs with the loud sincerity of mirth, A length of flame deceitful o'er the mous:

Shook to the wind their cares. The toil-stung youth, Whither decoy'd by the fantastic blaze,

By the quick sense of music taught alone, Now lost, and now renew'd, he sinks absorpt, Leaps wildly graceful in the lively dance. Rider and horse, amid the miry gulf:

Her every charm abroad, the village--toast, While still, from day to day, his pining wife Young, buxom, warm, in native beauty rich, And plaintive children his return await,

Darts not unineaning looks; and, where her eye In wild conjecture lost. At other times,

Points an approving smile, with double force, Sent by the better genius of the night,

The cudgel rattles, and the wrestler twines. Innoxious, gleaming on the horse's mane,

Age too shines out; and, garrulous, recounts The meteor sits; and shows the narrow path, The feats of youth. Thus they rejoice ; nor think That winding leads through pits of death, or else That, with to morrow's Sun, their annual toil Instructs him how to take the dangerous ford. Begins again the never-ceasing round..

The lengthen d night elaps'd, the Morning shines Oh, knew be but his happiness, of men Serene, in all her dewy beauty bright,

The happiest he! wbo, far from public rage, Unfolding fair the last autumnal day.

Dorp in the vale, with a choice few retir'd, And now the mounting Sun dispels the fog; Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. (gate, The rigid hoar-frost melts before his beam; What though the dome be wanting, whose proud And bung on every spray, on every blade

Each morning, vomits out the sneaking crowd Of grass, the myriad dew-drops twinkle round. Of Hatterers false, and in their turn abus'd ?

Ah, see, where roob'd, and murder’d, in that pit Vile intereourse! What though the glittering robe,
Lies the still heaving hire! at evening snatch'd, Of every hue reflected light can give,
Bmeath the clond of guill-concealing night, Or floating loose, or stiff with mazy gold,
And fix'd o'er sulphur: while, not dreaming ill, The pride and gaze of fools! oppress him not?
The happy people, in their waxen cells,

What though, from utmost land and sea purveyd,
Sat tending public cares, and planning schemes For him each rarer tributary life
Of temperance, for Winter poor; rejoic'd

Bleeds not, and his insatiate table heaps To mark, full fowing roufid, their copious stores. With luxury and death? what though his bowl Sudden the dark oppressive steamo ascends; Flames not with costly juice : nor sunk in beds, And, us'd to milder scents, the innder rare, Oft of gay care, he tosses out the night, Ry thousands, tumble from their honay'd doines, Or melts the thoughtless hours in idle state? Conrolv'd, and agonizing in the dust.

What though he knows not those fantastic joys, And was it then for this you roamid the Spring, That still amuse the wanton, still decrire; Intent from power to flower for this you toil'd A face of pleasure, but a hcart of pain ; Ceaseless the burning Super-heats away) Their hollow moments undelighted all ? l'or this in Autian searchid the blowering waste, Sure peace is his ; a solid life, estrang'd Nor lost owe sunny gleam? for this sad fate? To disappointment, and fallacions hope: n, miu! tyragnie lordd! how long, how long, Rich in content, in Nature's bounty rich, Shall prostrate Nature groan beneath your rar's In hírbs and fruits; whatever gretus the Spring, Awailing renovation. When oblig'd,

When Heaven descendis. in showers; or ind, the Must yui destroy? Of tùtis ambrosial food


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