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Unable to take up the cunibrous word, Ye virgins come. For you their latest song
A glossy shower, and of an ardent brawn, Lie a wet broken scene; and wide, below, As are the ringlets of Melinda's hair : Is heap'd the social slaughter: where astride Melinda! forind with every grace complete; The lubber Power in tilthy triuinph sits. Yet these neglecting, above beauty wise, Slumbrous, inclining still from side to side, and far transcending such a vulgar praise. And sleeps then drenchid in potent sleep till Hence from the busy joy-resounding fields, morn.
in cheerful error, let us tread ihe maze Perhaps some doctor, of tremendous paunch, JOf Autumn, uncontin'd; and taste, rernid, Awful and deep, a black abyss of drink, | The breath of orchard big with bending fruit. Oullives them all; and from his bury'd flock Obedient to the brecze and beating ray, Retiring, full of rumination sad,
| From the deep-loaded buuh a mellow shower Laments the weakness of these latter times. incessant melts away. The juicy pear
But if the rougher sex by this fierce sport Lies, in a soft protision, scalier'd round, Is hurricd wild, let not such horrid jov | A various sweetness swells the gentle race, F'er stain the bo-om of ihe British Fair. By Nature's all-refining hand prepard, Far be the spirit of the chace froin them! lor temper'd sun, and water, earth, and air, Uncomely courage, unbeseeming skill;
In ever-changing composition mix'd. To spring the fence, to rein the prancing steed; Such, falling frequent from the chiller night, The cap, the whip, the masculine attire ; | The fragrant stores, the wide-projected heais In which they roughen to the sense, and all Of apples, which the lustr-handed vear, The winning softness of their sex is lost. Innumerous, o'er the blushing orchard shakes, In them 'tis graceful to dissolve at woe; A various spirit, fresh, delicious, keen, With every motion, every word to wave Dwells in their gelid pores; and, acive, points Quick o'er the kindling check the readr blush; The piercing cyder for the thirsty tongue : And from the smallest violence to slirik Thy native theme, and boon inspirer 100, Unequal, then the loveliest in their fears; Phillips, Pomona's bard, the second thon And by this silent adulation, soft
Ilho nobly durst, in rhyme-un fetter'd verse, To their protection more engaging Man. With British freedom sing the British song: O may their eyes no miserable sight,
How, from Silurian vats, high-sparkling wine Save weeping lovers, see! a nobler game, Foam in transparent floods; some strong, la Thro' Love's enchanting wiles pursu'd, yet fled, cheer In chace ambiguous. May their tender limbs The wiut'ry revels of the laboring hind; Float in the loose simplicity of dress!
| And tasteful some, to cool the summer hours. And, fashion'd all to harmony, alone
In this glad season, while his sweetest beatus Kuow they to seise the captivated soul,
The sun sheds equal o'er the merkend day; In rapture warbled from love-breathing lips; Oh lose me in the green delightful walks To icach the late to languisha; with smooth Of Dodinglon, thy seat, serene and plain; step,
Where sintple Nature reigns; and every rier, Disclosing motion in its every charm ;
Diffusive spreads the pure Dorsetian downs, To swim along, and swell the mazy dance; In boundless prospect; yonder shagg'd with To train the foliage v'er the snowy lawn;
wood, To guide the pencil, turn the tuneful page; Here rich with harvest, and there white with To lend new favor to the fruitful year,
flocks ! And heighten Naiure's dainties: in their race cantime the grandeur of thy lofty dome, To rear their graces into second life;
Far splendid, seises on the ravish's eve. To give Society its highest taste;
New beauties rise with each revolving dar; Well-order'd home, Man's best delight to make; New columns swell; and still the fresh Spring And by submissive wisdom, modest skill,
finds With every gentle care-eluding art,
New plants to quicken, and new groves to green. To raise the virtues, animate the bliss,
| Full of thy genius all! the Muses' sent : And sweeten all the woils of human life: Where in the secret bower, and winding wall, This be the seinale dignity and praise.
For virtuous Young and thee they twine the Ye swains now hasten to the hazel-bank:
bay. Where down yon date, the wildly - winding Here wand'ring oft, fir'd with the restless thirst brook
Of thy applause, I solitary court Falls hoarse from steep to steep. In close array, Th'inspiring breeze; and medicate the book Sie for the thickeis and the tangling shrub, JOf Nature ever open; aiming thence,
Warm from the heart, to learn the moral song. As when of old (so sung the Hebrew Bard) Here, as I steal along the sunny wall,
Light, uncollected, thro' the chaos urg'd Where Autuinn basks with fruit-empurpled Its infant way; nor order yet had drawn deep,
His lovely train from out ihe dubious gloom. My pleasing theme continual prompts my These roving mists, that constant now begin thought:
To smoke along the hilly country, these, Presents the downy peach ; the shining plum; With weighty rains, and mclied Alpine snows The ruddy, fragrant nectarine ; and dark, The mountain cisterns fill, those aniple stores Beneath his ample leaf, the luscious fig. Of water scoop'd aipong the hollow rocks; The vine too here her curling tendrils shoots, Whence gushi the streams, the ceaseless fourHangs out her clusters, glowing to the south,
tains play, And scarcely wishes for a warnier sky.
And their unfailing wealth the rivers draw. Turn we a nioment Fancy's rapid Aight Some sages say, that where the munierous wave To vigorous soils, and climes of fair extent ; For ever lashes the resounding shore, Where, by the potent sun elated high, Drillid thro' the sandy stratum every way,
The vineyard swells refulgent on the day; • The waters with the sandy stratumi rise; Spreads o'er the vale, or up the mountain climbs, Amid whose angles infiniiely strain'dl, Profuse, and drinks amid the sunny rocks; They joyful leave their jaggy salts behind, From cliff to cliff, increas'd, the heighten'd And clear and sweeten, as they soak along, blaze.
Nor stops the restless fluid, mounting still, Low bend the weighty boughs, the clusters clear, Tho' ofi' amidst th'irriguouis vale it springs; llalf thro' the foliage seen, or ardent Hame, But to the mountain courted by the sand, Or shine transparent; while perfection breathes That leads it darkling on in faiihful maze, White o'er the turgent film the living dew. Far from the parent-main, it boils again As thus they brighten with exalted juice, Fresh into day; and all the glittering hill Touch'd into flavor by the mingling ray; Is bright with sporting rills. But hence this The rural youth and virgins o'er the field,
vain Each foud for each to call th'autunnal prime, Amusive dream! why should the waters lore Exulting rove, and speak the 'vintage nigh. To take so far a journey to the hills, Then comes the crushing swain ; the country When the sweet valleys offer to their toil floats,
Inviting quiet, and a nearer bed ? And foains unbounded with the mashy flood; Or if, by blind ambition led astray, That by degrees fermented, and refind, They must aspire; why should they sudden stop Round the rais'd ration, pours the cup of joy; Among the broken mountain's rushy dells, The claret smooth, red as the lip we press, And, ere they gain its highest peak, desert In sparkling fancy, while we drain the bowl; Th' attractive sand that charin'd their course The mellow-tasted burgundy, and quick,
along? As is the wit it gives, the gay chanipaiga. Besides the hard agglomerating salts,
Now by the cool declining year condens'd, (The spoil of ages would inıpervious choke Descend ihe copious exhalations, check'd Their secret channels; or, by slow degrees, As up the middle sky unseen they stole, High as the hills protrude the swelling vales: And roll the doubling fogs around the hill. Old ocean too suck'd thro' the porous globe, No more the mountain, horrid, vast, subline, Had long ere now forsook his horrilled, Who pours a sweep of rivers from his sides, | And brought Deucalion's wat'ry times again. And high between contending kingdonis rears Say then, where lurk the vast eternal springs, The rocky long division, fills the view
That like Creating Nature, lie conceald With great variety; but in a night
From mortal eye, yet with their lavisin stores Of gathering vapor, from the baffled sense Refresh the globe and all its joyous tribes? Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far 10 thou pervading Genius, given to man, The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plain : To trace the secrets of the dark abyss, Vanish ihe woods; the dim-seen river seems lo lay the mountains bare ! and wide display Sullen, and slow, to roll the misty wave. Their hidden structure to th'astonished view ? Even in the height of noon opprest, the sun Strip from the branching Alps their piny load, Sheds weak, and blunt his wide-refracted ray; The huge incumbrance of horrific woods Whence glaring oft' with many a broaden'd orb, From Asian Taurus, from lmaus stretch'd He frights the nations. Indistinct on earth, | Athwart the roviny Tartar's sullen bounds! Seen thro' the turbid air, beyond the life Give opening Hemus 10 my scarching eye, Objects appear; and, wilder'd, o'er the waste And high Olympus pouring many a stream!
The shepherd stalks gigantic. Till at last O from the soundin, summits of ihe north, Wreath'd dun around, in deeper circles still The Dofrine hills, thro' Scandinavia rollid Successive closing sits the general fog
To farthest Lapland and the frozen main ! Unbounded o'er the world ; and, mingling From lofty Caucasus, far scen by those thick,
Who in the Caspian and black Euxine toil; A formless grey confusion covers all.
From cold Riphcan rocks, which the wild Russ
Believes the story girdle of the world; Unconquerable hand of Liberty,
chose, líis subterranean wonders spend ! unveil | Their tribes adjusted, clean'd their rigorous The miny caverns, blazing on the day
wings ; Of Abyssinia's cloud-compelling cliffs,
And many a circle, many a short essay, And of the bending mountains of the moon +! Wheeld round, and round in congregation full, O'ertopping all these giant sons of earth. The figur'd flight ascends; and, riding high Let the dire Andes, from the radiant line The aërial billows, mixes with the clouds. Stretch'd to the snowy seas that thunder round Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls, The southern pole, their hideous deeps unfold ! Boils round the naked melancholy isles Amazing scene ! Behold! the glooins disclose ! Of farthest Thule, and the Atlantic surge I sce the rivers in their infant beds!
| Pours in among the storiny Hebrides ; Deep, deep, I hear them laboring to get free! Who can recount what transmigration there I sce the leaning strata, artful strang'd; Are annual macie? what nations come and go? The gaping fissures to receive the rains,
And how the living clouds on clouds arise? The melting Snows, and ever-dripping fogs. Totinite wings! till all the plane-dark air, Strow'd bibulous above, I see the sanels, And rude-resounding shore are one wild cfr. The pebbly gravel next, the layers then
Here the plain barmless native bis small dock, Of mingled mouils, of more retentive earths, And herd diminutire of many hues, The gutter'd rocks, and mazy running clefts; l'ends on the little island's verdant swell, That, while the stealing moisture they transmit, The shepherd's sea-girt reign; or, to the Retard its motion, and forbid iis waste.
rocks Beneath the incessant weeping of these drains, Dire-clinging, gathers his ovarious food; I see the rocky siphons stretch'd immense, Or sweeps the fishy shore'; or treasures up The mighty reservoirs of harden'd chalk, The plumage, rising full, to forin the bed Or stiff-compacted clay: capacious forin'd. lof luxury.' And here awhile the Muse, O'erflowing ihence the congregated stores, Iliah-hovering o'er the broad cerulean scene, The crystal treasures of the liquid world, Sees Caledonia in romantic view: Thro' the stirr'd sands a bubbling passage burst; Her airy mountains, from the waring main, And welling out, around the middle sieci, Invested with a keen diffusive sky, Or from the bottom of the bosom'd hills, Breathing the soul acute; her forests huge, In pure effusion flow. United thus;
Incult, robust, and tall, by Nature's hand Th'exhaling sun, the vapor-burden'd air, Planted of old; her azure lakes between, The gelid mountains, that to rain condens'd Pour'd out extensive, and of wai'ry wealth These vapors in continual current draw, Full; winding dcep, and green, her fertile And send them o'er the fair-divided earth,
vales; in bounteous rivers to the deep again,
With many a cool translucent brimning flood A social commerce hold, and firm support | Wash'd lovely, from the Tweed (pure parent The full-adjusted harmony of things.
streain, When Autumn scaiters his departing gleams, Whose pastoral banks first heard my Doric Warn'd of approaching Ilinter, gather'd, play recd, The swallow-people, and toss'd wide around, With sylvan Jed, thy tributary brook) O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift,
To where the vorth-inflated tempest foams The feather'd eddy floats; rejoicing once, O'er Orca's or Betubium's highest peak : Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire ; Nurse of a people in misfortune's school In clusters cluny, beneath the mould'ring bank, Train'd up to harily deeds; soon visited And where, unpierc'd by frost, the cavern By Learning, when before the Gothic rage sweats,
She took her western flight. A manly race, Or rather into warmer climes comeyd, Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; With other kindred birds of season, there What still thro’ bleeding ages struggled hard, They twitter cheerful, till the veral months (As well unhappy Wallace can attest, Turite them welcoine back; for thronging, now Great patriot hero! ill-requited chief!) . Innumerous wings are in commotion all. To hold a generous undiminishid state;
Where the Rhine loses iis inajestic force Too much in vain! Hence of unequal bounds In Belgian plains, won froin the raging deep, ¡Inpatient, and by tempting glory bome By diligence amazing, and the strong
O'er every land, for every land their life * The Muscovites call the Riphean mountains Weliki Camenypops, that is, the great stony girdle: because they suppose them to encompass the whole earth. A range of mountains in Africa, that surround almost all Monomopata.
Has flow'd profuse, their piercing genius, And thro' their lucid veil his sofiend force plann'd,
Shed o'er the peaceful world. Then is the And swellid the pomp of peace their faithfull time - toil,
For those whom wisdom and whom Nature As from their own clear north, in radiant | charın streams,
To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd, Bright over Europe bursts the Boreal Morn. And soar above this little scene of things; Oh is ihere not some patriot, in whose To tread low-thoughted vice beneath their power
feet; i hat best, that godlike Luxury is plac'd, | To sooth the throbbing passions into peace; Of blessing thousanrls, thousands yet unborn And-woo lone Quiet in her silent walls. Thro' late posterity? soine, large of soul, 1 Thus solitary, and in pensive guise, To cheer dejected industry? to give
Oft' let me wander o'er ihe russet mead, A double harvest to the pining swain ? | And thro' the sadden'd grove, where scarce is And teach the lab'ring hand the sweets of toil? I heard How, by the finest art, the native robe
One dying strain, to cheer the woodman's toil. To weave; how, white as hyperborean snow, Haply some widow'd songster pours his plaint, To furm the lucid lawn ; wiih venturous oar | Far, in faint warblings, thro' the tawny copse. How to dash wide the billow; nor look on, While congregated thrushes, limnets, larks, Shamefully passive, while Batavian Acets | And each wild throat, whose artless strains so Defraud us of the glittering finny swarms,
late That heare our friths, and crowd upon our Swell'd all the music of the swarming shades, shores ;
(Robb’d of their tuneful souls, now shivering sit Ilow all-enlivening trade to rouse, and wing On the dead tree, a dull respondent flock; The prosperous sail, from every growing port, With not a brightness waving o'er their plumes, Uninjur'd, round the sea-incircled globe; And nought save chattering discord in their And thus, in soul united as in name,
note. Bid Britain reign the mistress of the deep? O let not, aim'd from some inhuman eve, Yes, there are such. And full on thee, The gun the music of the coming year Argyle,
Destroy, and harmless, unsuspecting harm, Her hope, her stay, her darling, and her boast, Lay the weak tribes a iniserable prey, From her first patriots and her heroes sprung, |In mingled murder, flutiering on the ground ! Thy fond imploring country turns her eye; The pale descending year, yet pleasing still, In thee, with all a mother's triumph, sces A gentle mood inspires; for now the leaf Her every virtue, cvery grace combin’d, Incessant russels from the mournful grove;' Iler genius, wisdom, her engaging turn, | Ofi' stariling, such as studious walk below, Her pride of honor, and her courage try'd And slowly circles thro' the waring air. Calm, and intrepid, in the very throat
Birt should a quicker breeze ainid ihe boughs Of sulphurous war, on Tenier's dreadful field. Sob, o'er the sky the leafy deluge streams; Nor less the palm of peace inwreaths thy row? Till chokol, and matied with the dreary For, powerful as thy sword, from thy rich tong shower, Persuasion Aows, and wins the high' debate; The forest-walks, at every rising gale, . While mix'd in thee combine the charms Roll wide the witherd waste, and whistle of youth,
I bleak. The force of manhood, and the depth of age. Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields; Thee, Forles, too, whom every worth attends And, shrunk into their beds, the flowery race As truth sincere, as weeping friendship kind, Their sunuy robes resign. Even what remains Thee, truly generous, and in silence great, Of stronger fruits falls from the naked tree; Thy country feels thro' her reviving arts, And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, ali Plann'd by thy wisdom, by thy soul informid,
around And saidom has she known a friend like thee. The desolated prospect thrills the soul.
But sce the fading many-color'd woods, lle comes ! he comes ! in every breeze the Shade deepening over shade, the country round Power Imbrown: a crouded uinbrage, dusk and dun, Of Philosophic Melancholy comes ! Of every hue, from wan-declining green His near approach the sudden-starting tcar, To sootv dark. These now the lonesome Muse, The glowing check, the mild dejeciei air, Low whispering, lead into their leaf-strown The soften'd feature, and ilic beating heart, walks,
| Pierc'd deep with many a virtuous pang, deAnd give the season in its latest view.
clare. Meantime, light shadowing all, a sober calm O'er all the soul his sacred influence breathes ! Fleeces unbounded ether ; whose least ware Inflames imagination ; thro' the breast Stands tremulous, uncertain where to lumn Infuses every tenderness; and far The gentle current : while illumin'd wide, Beyond dini earth exalts the swelling thoughi, The dewy skirted clouds imbibe the sun, Ten thousand thousund fleei ideas, such
As nerer mingled with the vulgar dream, 1 Of order'd trees should'st here inglorious range,
And long-embattled hosts! when the proud foe
Insulting Gaul, has rous'd the world to war? The love of Nature unconfin'd, and, chief, When keen, once more, within their bounds Of human race; the large ambitious wish,
to press To make them blest; the sigh for suffering Those polish'd robbers, those ambitious stares, worth
The British Youth would hail thy wise comLost in obscurity ; the noble scorn
mand, Of tyrant-pride; the fearless great resolve; Thy temper'i ardor, and thy veteran skill. The order which the dying patriot draws, | The western sun withdraws the shorten'd Inspiring glory thro’reniotest vime;
day : Th' awaken'd'throb for virtue, and for fame; And humid evening, gliding o'er the sky, The sympathies of love, and friendship dear; In her chill progress, to the ground condens d With all the social offspring of the heart. The vapors throw. Where creeping waters Oh bear me then to vast embowering shades,
shades, ooze, To twilight groves and visionary vales; Where marshes stagnate, and where rivers To weeping grottos and prophetic gloons ;
wind, Where angel-furms athwart the soleinn dusk, Cluster the rolling fogs, and swim along Tremendous sweep, or secm to sweep along; The dusky maniled lawn. Meanwhile the And voices more than human, thro' ihe void
noon Deep-sounding, seise the enthusiastic ear! Full-orb'd, and breaking thro' the scatter'd Or is this gloom too much! Then lead, ye clouds, powers,
Shows her broad visage in the crimson'd east, That o'er the garden and the rural seat |Turn'd to the sun direct, her spotted disk, Preside, which shining thro’ the cheerful land Where mountains rise, umbrageous dales delu countless numbers blest Britannia sees;
scend, O lead me to he wide-extended walks,
And caverns deep, as optic tube descries, The fair majestic paradise of Stowe * !
A smaller earth, gives us his blaze again, Not Persian Cyrus on lonia's shore
Void of its flame, and sheds a softer day. E'er saw such sylran scenes; such various art Now thro' the passing cloud she seems to By genius tird, such ardent genius tam'd
stoop, By cool judicious art; that, in the strife, Now up the pure cerulcan rides sublinie. All-beauteous Nature fears to be out-done: Wide the pale deluge floats, and streaming mill And there, () Pitt, thy country's carly boast, O'er the sky'd mountain to the shadowy rale, There let nie sit beneath the shelter'd slopes, while rocks and floods reflect the quirering Or in that Temple † where, in future times, le to where, in future times,
gleam, Thou well shalt merit a distinguish'd name; The whole air whitens with a boundless tide And, with thy converse blest, catch the last Of silver radiance, trembling round the world, smiles
| But when half-blotied from the sky her light, Of Autumn beaming o'er the yellow woods. Fainting, permits the starry fires to burn While there with thee th' inchanted round I With keener lustrc thro' the depth of heaven: walk,
Or near extinct her deadend orb appears, The regulater wild, gay Fancy then
And scarce appears, of sickly beamless white; Will tread in thought the grores of Attic land? Oft' in this season, silent from the north Will from thy standard taste rehne her own, A blaze of meteors shoots : cosweeping first Correct her pencil to the purest truth
The lower skies, they all at once converge Of nature, or, the unimpassion'd shades High to the crown of heaven, and all at once For-aking, raise it to the human inind. Relapsing quick, as quickly re-ascond, Or if hereafter she, with juster hand,
And mix, and thwart, extinguish, and renew, Shall draw the tragic scene, instruct her thou, | All ether coussing in a maze of light. To mark the varied movements of the heart; From look to Jouk, contagious thro' the What every decent character requires,
crowd, Ad evry passion speaks : 0 thro’her strain The panic ruus, and into wondrous shapes Breathe thy pathetic eloquence! that moulds The appearance throws : Armies in meet arrar, Th'attentire senate, charms, persuades, exalts; Throng'd with aërial spears, and steeds of fire : Of honest zeal th' indignant lightning throws, Till the long lines of full-extended war And shakes correction on her venal throne. In bleeding fight commix'd, the sanguine food While this we talk, and thiro' Elysian vales Rolls a broad slaughter o'er the plains of heare, Delighted rove, perhaps a sigh escapes : | As thus they scan the visionary scene, What pity, Culham, ihou thy verdant files on all sides swells the superstitious din,
• The 3at of the Lord Viscount Cobbam,
+ The Temple of Virtue in Stowe Gardens,