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 THE LIFE OJK.JHE AUTHOR^ 
 
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 BBRTAAM SMITH 
 
ACCOUNT 
 
 OF THB 
 
 LIFE AND WRITINGS 
 
 OF 
 
 MR. JAMES THOMPSON. 
 
 XT is commonly said, that the life of a good writer 
 is best read in his works, which can scarce fail to 
 receive a peculiar tincture from his te...per, man- 
 ners, and habits: the distinguishing character of his 
 mind, his ruling passion, at least, will there appear 
 undisguised But, hov/ever just this observation 
 may be, and although we might safely rest Mr. 
 Thomson's fame, as a good man, as well as a man 
 of genius, on this sole footing, yet the desire which 
 the public always show of being more particularly 
 acquainted with the history of an eminent author, 
 ought not to be disappointed ; as it proceeds not 
 from mere curiosity, but chiefly from affection and 
 gratitude, to those by whom they have been en- 
 tertained and instructed. 
 To give some account of a deceased friend is 
 
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 often a piece of jnstice likewise, which ought not 
 to be refused to his memory ; to prevent or efface 
 the impertinent fictions which officious biographers 
 are so apt to collect and propagate. And we may 
 add. that the circumstances of an author's life will 
 sometimes throw the best light upon his writings ; 
 instances whereof we shall meet with in the follow- 
 ing pages. 
 
 Mr. Thomson was born at Ednam, in the shire 
 of Roxburgh, on the eleventh of September, in the 
 year 1700 His father, minister of that place, was 
 but little known beyond the narrow circle of his 
 co-presbyters, and to a few gentlemen in the neigh- 
 bourhood ; but highly respected by them, for his 
 piety, and his diligence in the pastoral duty, as ap- 
 peared afterwards, in their kind offices to his widow 
 and orphan family. 
 
 The Reverend Messrs. Riccarton and Gusthart 
 particularly, took a most affectionate and friendly 
 part in all their concerns. The former, a man of 
 uncommon penetration and good taste, had very 
 early discovered, through the rudeness of young 
 Thomson's puerile essays, a fund of genius well 
 deserving culture and encouragemant. He under- 
 took, therefore, with the father's approbation, the 
 chief direction of his studies, furnished him with 
 the proper books, corrected his performances, and 
 was daily rewarded with the pleafBire of seeing his 
 labour so happily employed. * 
 
 The other reverend gentlemen, Mr Gusthart, who 
 is still living (1762,) one of the ministers of Edin- 
 burgh, and senior. of the Chapel Royal, was no legs 
 
MR. JAMES THOMSON. 5 
 
 serviceable to Mrs. Thomson in the management of 
 her little affairs ; which, after the decease of her 
 husband, burdened as she was with a family of nine 
 children, required the prudent counsels and assist- 
 ance of that faithful and generous friend. 
 
 Sir William Bennet, likewise, well known for 
 his gay humour and ready poetical wit, was highly 
 delighted with our young poet, and used to invite 
 him to pass the summer-vacation at his country-seat: 
 a scene of life which Mr. Thomson always remem- 
 bered with particular pleasure. But what he wrote 
 during that time, either to entertain Sir William 
 and Mr. Riccarton, or for his own amusement, he 
 destroyed every New-year's day, committing his 
 little pieces to the flames, in their due order, and 
 crowning the solemnity with a copy of verses, in 
 which were humorously recited the several grounds 
 of their condemnation. 
 
 After the usual course of school education, under 
 an able master at Judburgh, Mr. Thomson was 
 sent to the university of Edinburgh. But in the 
 second year of his admission, his studies were for 
 some time interrupted by the death of his father, 
 who was carried ofif so suddenly, that it was not 
 possible for Mr. Thomson, with all the diligence he 
 could use, to receive his last blessing. This affect- 
 ed him to an uncommon degree ; and his relations 
 still remember some extraordinary instances of his 
 grief and filial duty on that occasion. 
 
 Mrs. Thomson, whose maiden name was Hume, 
 and who was co-heiress of a small estate in the 
 
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 country, did not sink under this misfortune. She 
 consulted the friend, Mr Gusthart: and having, by 
 his advice mortgaged her moiety of the farm, re- 
 paired with her family to Edinburgh, where she 
 lived in a decent frugal manner, till her favourite 
 son had not only finished his academical course, 
 but was even dif^tinguished and patronised as a man 
 of genius. She was, herself, a person of uncom- 
 mon natural endowments; possessed of every sociai 
 and domestic virtue ; with an imagination, for vi- 
 vacity and warmth, scarce inferior to her son's, and 
 which raised her devotional exercises to a pitch 
 bordering on enthusiasm. 
 
 But whatever advantage Mr. Thomson might de» 
 rive from the complexion of his parent, it is certain 
 he owed much to a religious education ; and that 
 his early acquaintance with the sacred writings con- 
 tributed greatly to that sublime, by which his works 
 will be for ever distinguished. In his first pieces, 
 the Seasons, we see him at once assume the majes- 
 tic freedom of an Eastern writer ; seizing the grand 
 images as they rise, clothing them in his own ex- 
 pressive language, and preserving, throughout, the 
 grace, the variety, and the dignity, which belong 
 to a just composition; unhurt by the stiffness of for- 
 mal method. 
 
 About this time, the study of poetry was become 
 general in Scotland, the best English authors being 
 universally read, and imitations of them attempted. 
 Addison had lately displayed the beauties of Mil- 
 ton's in\mortal work ; and his remarks on it, to- 
 
MR. JAMES THOMSON. 7 
 
 gether with Mr. Pope's celebrated Essay, had 
 opened the way to an acquintance with the best 
 poets and critics. 
 
 But the most learned critic is not always the best 
 judge of poetry ; taste being a gift of nature, the 
 want of which Aristotle and Bossu cannot supply ; 
 nor even the study of the best originals, when the 
 reader's faculties are not tuned in a certain conso- 
 nance to those of the poet ; and this happened to 
 be the case with certain learned gentlemen, into 
 whose hands a few of Mr. Thomson's first essays 
 had fallen. Some maccuracies of style, and those 
 luxuriances which a young writer can hardly avoid, 
 lay open to their cavils and censure: so far, indeed, 
 they might be competent judges ; but the fire and 
 enthusiasm of the poet had entirely escaped their 
 notice. Mr. Thomson, however, conscious of his 
 own strength, was not discouraged by this treat- 
 ment ; especially as he had some friends on whose 
 judgment he could better rely, and who thought 
 very diflferently of his performances. Only from 
 that time, he began to turn his views towards Lon- 
 don, where works of genius may always expect a 
 candid reception and due encouragement ; and an 
 accident soon after entirely determined him to try 
 his fortune there. 
 
 The divinity chair at Edinburgh was then filled 
 by the reverend and learned Mr. Hamilton; a gen- 
 tleman universally respected and beloved, and who 
 had particularly endeared himself to the young di- 
 vines under his care, by his kind offices, his can- 
 dour, and affability. Our author had attended his 
 
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 lectures for about a year, when there was prescribed 
 to him, for the subject of an exercise, a psalm, in 
 which the power and majesty of God are celebrated. 
 Of this psalm he gave a paraphrase and illustration, 
 as the nature of the exercise required; but in a style 
 so highly poetical as surprised the whole audience. 
 Mr. Hamilton, as his custom was, complimented the 
 orator upon his performance, and pointed out to 
 the students the most masterly striking parts of it; 
 but at last, turning to Mr. Thomson, he told him, 
 smiling, that, if he thought of being useful to the 
 minij-try, he must keep a stricter reign upon his 
 imagination, and express himself in language more 
 intelligible to an ordinary congregation. 
 
 This gave Mr. Thomson to understand, that his 
 expectations from the study of theology might be 
 very precarious, even though the church had been 
 more his free choice than probably it was. So that 
 having, soon after, received some encouragement 
 from a lady of quality, a friend of his mother's, 
 then in London, he quickly prepared himself for 
 his journey. And although this encouragement 
 ended in nothing beneficial, it served for the pre- 
 text, to cover the imprudence of committing him- 
 self to the wide world, unfriended and unpatron- 
 ised, and with the slender stock of money he was 
 then possessed of. 
 
 But his merit did not long lie concealed. Mr. 
 Forbes, afterwards lord president of the session, 
 then attending the service of parliament, having 
 seen a specimen of Mr. Thomson's poetry in Scot- 
 land, received him very kindly, and recommended 
 
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 iiiiu to some of his friends: particularly to Mr. Aik- 
 jnan, who lived in great intimacy with many per- 
 sons of distinguished rank and worth. This gen- 
 tleman, from a connoisseur in painting, was become 
 a professed painter; and his taste being no less just 
 and delicate in the kindred art of descriptive poe- 
 try, than in his own, no wonder that he soon con- 
 ceived a friendship for our author. What a warm 
 return he met with, and how Mr. Thomson was 
 affected by his friend's premature death, appears in 
 the copy of verses which he wrote on that occa- 
 sion. 
 
 In the mean time, our author's reception, where- 
 cver he was introduced, emboldened him to risk the 
 publication of his Winter; in which, as himself was 
 a mere novice in such matters, he was kindly as- 
 sisted by Mr. Mallet, then private tutor to his grace 
 the Duke of Montrose, and his brother the Lord 
 George Graham, so well known afterwards as an 
 able and gallant sea-offlcer. To Mr. Mallet he like- 
 wise owed his first acquaintance with several of 
 the wits of that time; an exact information of their 
 characters, personal and poetical, and how they 
 stood affected to each other. 
 
 The poem of Winter, published in March, 1726, 
 was no sooner read than universally admired; those 
 only excepted who had not been used to feel, or to 
 look for any thing in poetry, beyond a point of 
 satirical or epigrammatic wit, a smart antithesis 
 richly trimmed with rhyme, or the softness of an 
 elegiac complaint. To such, his manly classical 
 spirit could not easily recommend itself ; till, after 
 
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 a more attentive perusal, they had got the better of 
 their prejudices, and either acquired or aflfected a 
 truer taste. A few others stood aloof, merely be- 
 cause they had long before fixed the articles of their 
 poetical creed, and resigned themselves to an ab- 
 solute despair of ever seeing any thing new and 
 original . These were somewhat mortified to find 
 their notions disturbed by the appearance of a poet 
 who seempd to owe nothing but to nature and his 
 own genius. But, in a short time, the applause be- 
 came unanimous ; every one wondering how so 
 many pictures, and pictures so familiar, should have 
 moved them but faintly to what they felt in his de^ 
 ecriptions. His digressions too, the overflowings 
 of a tender, benevolent heart, charmed the reader 
 no less; leaving him in doubt, whether he should 
 more admire the poet, or love the man. 
 
 From that time, Mr. Thomson's acquaintance 
 was courted by all men of taste; and several ladies 
 of high rank and distinction became his declared 
 patronesses: the Countess of Hartford, Miss Dre- 
 lincourt, afterwards Viscountess Primrose, Mrs. 
 Stanley, and others. But the chief happiness which 
 his Winter procured him was, that it brought him 
 acquainted with Dr. Rundle, afterwards Lord 
 Bishop of Derry: who, upon conversing with Mr. 
 Thomson, and finding in him qualities greater still, 
 and of more value than those of a poet, received, 
 him into his intimate confidence and friendship ; 
 promoted his character every where ; introduced 
 him to his great friend, the Lord Chancellor Talbot; 
 and, some years after, when the oldest son of that 
 
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 nobleman was to make his lour of travelling, re- 
 commended Mr Thomson as a proper companion 
 for him. His affection and gratitude to Dr. Run- 
 die, and his indignation at the treatment that worthy- 
 prelate had met with, are finely expressed in his 
 poem to the memory of Lord Talbot. The true 
 cause of that undeserved treatment has been secret- 
 ed from the public, as well as the dark manoeuvres 
 that were employed: but Mr. Thomson, who had 
 access to the best information, places it to the ac- 
 count of 
 
 Slanderous zeal, and politics infirm, 
 
 Jealous of worth. 
 
 Meanwhile, our poet's chief care had been, in 
 s-eturn for the public favour, to finish the plan which 
 their wishes laid out for him; and the expectations 
 which his Winter had raised, were fully satisfied by 
 the successive publication of the other Seasons :-of 
 Summer, in the year 1727; of Spring, in the begin- 
 ing of the following year; and of Autumn, in a 
 quarto edition of his works, printed in 1730. 
 
 In that edition, the Seasons are placed in their 
 natural order, and crowned with that inimitable 
 Hymn, in which we view them in their beautiful 
 succession, as one whole, the immediate effect of 
 infinite Power and Goodness In intimation of the 
 Hebrew bard, all nature is called forth to do hom- 
 age to the Creator, and the reader is left enraptur- 
 ed in silent adoration and praise. 
 
 Besides these, and his tragedy of Sophonisba, 
 written and acted with applause, in the year 1729, 
 
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 Mr. Thomson had, in 1727, published his poem to 
 the memory of Sir Isaac Newton, then lately de- 
 ceased; containing a deserved encomium of that 
 incomparable man, with an account of his chief 
 discoveries; sublimely poetical, and yet so just, that 
 an ingenious foreigner, the Count Algarotti, takes a 
 line of it for the text of his philosophical dialogues, 
 II JVeutonianismo per le dame : this was in part 
 owing to the assistance he had of his friend Mr. 
 Gray, a gentleman well versed in the Newtonian 
 philosophy, who, on that occasion, gave him a very 
 exact, though general, abstract of its principles. 
 
 The same year, the resentment of our merchants, 
 for the interruption of their trade by the Spaniards 
 in America, running very high, Mr. Thomson zeal- 
 ously took part in it, and wrote his poem Britannia, 
 to rouse the nation to revenge. And although this 
 piece is the less read that its subject was but acci- 
 dental and temporary, the spirited, generous senti- 
 ments that enrich it, can never be out of season: 
 they will, at least, remain a monument of that love 
 of his country, that devotion to the public, which 
 he is ever inculcating as the perfection of virtue, 
 and which none ever felt more pure, or more in- 
 tense, than himself. 
 
 Our author's poetical studies were now to be in- 
 terrupted, or rather improved, by his attendance oa 
 the honourable Mr. Charles Talbot in his travels. 
 A delightful task indeed ! endowed as that young 
 nobleman was by nature, and accomplished by the 
 care and example of the best of fathers, in what- 
 ever could adorn humanity : graceful of person' 
 
MR. JAMES THOMSON. IS 
 
 elegant in manners and address; pious, hunaane, gen- 
 erous, with an exquisite taste in all the finer arts. 
 
 With this amiable companion and friend, Mr, 
 Thomson visited most of the courts and capital ci- 
 ties of Europe, and returned with his views greatly 
 enlarged; not of exterior nature only, and the works 
 of art, but of human life and manners, of the con- 
 stitution and policy of the several states, their con- 
 nexions, and their religious institutions. How par* 
 ticular and judicious his observations were, we see 
 in his poem of Liberty, begun soon after his return 
 to England. We see, at the same time, to what a 
 high pitch his love of his country was raised, by the 
 comparisons he had all along been making of our 
 happy, well-poised government with those of othef 
 nations. To inspire his fellow-subiects with the 
 like sentiments, and to show them by what means 
 the precious freedom we enjoy may be preserved, 
 and how it may be abused or lost, he employed two 
 years of his life in composing that noble work: upon 
 which, conscious of the importance and dignity of 
 the subject, he valued himself more than upon all 
 his other writings. 
 
 While Mr. Thomson was writing his first part of 
 Liberty, he received a severe shock, by the death 
 of his noble friend and fellow-traveller; which was 
 soon followed by another that was severer still, and 
 of more general concern; the death of Lord Talbot 
 himself ; which Mr. Thomson so pathetically and 
 50 justly laments in the poem dedicated to his me- 
 mory. In him the nation saw itself deprived of an 
 imcorrupted patiiot, the faithful guardian of their 
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 rights, on whose wisdom and integrity they had 
 founded their hopes of relief from many tedious 
 vexations: and Mr. Thomson, besides his share in 
 the general mourning, had to bear all the offliction 
 which a heart like his could feel, for the person 
 whom, of all mankind, he most revered and loved. 
 At the same time, he found himself, from an easy 
 competency, reduced to a state of precarious de- 
 pendence, in which he passed the remainder of his 
 life; excepting only the two last years of it, during 
 which he enjoyed the place of surveyor-general of 
 the Leeward islands, procured for him by the gener- 
 ous friendship of Lord Lyttelton. 
 
 Immediately upon his return to England with Mr. 
 Talbot, the chancellor had made him his secretary 
 of briefs; a place of little attendance, suiting his re- 
 tired indolent way of life, and equal to all his wants. 
 This place fell with his patron; and although the 
 noble lord v/ho succeeded to Lord Talbot in office, 
 kept it vacant for some time, probably till Mr. 
 Thomson should apply for it, he was so dispirited, 
 and so listless to every concern of that kind, that 
 he never took one step in the affair: a neglect which 
 his best friends greatly blamed in him. 
 
 Yet could not his genius be depressed, or his tem- 
 per hurt, by this reverse of fortune. He resumed, 
 with time, his usual cheerfulness, and never abated 
 one article in his way of living; which, though sim- 
 ple, was genial and elegant. The profits arising 
 from his works were not inconsiderable; his tragedy 
 of Agamemnon, acted in 1738, yielded a good sum: 
 Mr. Millar was always at hand, to answer, or even 
 
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 to prevent, his demands; and he had a friend or two 
 besides, whose hearts, he knew, were not contract- 
 ed by the ample fortunes they had acquired, who 
 would, of themselves, interpose, if they saw any 
 occasion for it. 
 
 But his chief dependence, during this long inter- 
 val, was on the protection and bounty of his royal 
 highness Frederic, Prince of Wales; who, upon the 
 recommendation of Lord Lyttelton, then his chief 
 favourite, settled on him a handsome allowance. 
 And afterwards, when he was introduced to his 
 royal highness, that excellent prince, who truly was 
 what Mr. Thomson paints him, the friend of man- 
 kind and of merit, received him very graciously, 
 and ever after honoured him with many marks of 
 particular favour and confidence A circumstance, 
 which does equal honour to the patron and the poet, 
 ought not here to be omitted; that my Lord Lyttel- 
 ton's recommendation came altogether unsolicited, 
 and long before Mr. Thomson was personally 
 known to him. 
 
 It happened, however, that the favour of his 
 royal highness was in one instance of some preju- 
 dice to our author ; in the refusal of a license for 
 his tragedy of Edward and Eleonora, which he had 
 prepared for the stage in the year 1739. The rea- 
 dei may see that this play contains not a line which 
 could justly give offence; but the ministry, still sore 
 from certain pasquinades, which had lately produ- 
 ced the stage- act, and as little satisfied with some 
 part of the prince's political conduct, as he was 
 with their management of the public affairs, would 
 
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 not risk the representation of a piece written unde» 
 his eye, and, they might probably think, by his 
 command. 
 
 This refusal drew after it another; and in a way 
 which, as it is related, Avas rather ludicrous. Mr. 
 Paterson, a companion of Mr. Thomson, afterwards 
 his deputy and then his successor, in the general- 
 surveyorship, used to write out fair copies for his 
 friend, when such were wanted for the press or for 
 the stage. This gentleman likewise courted the 
 tragic muse, and had taken for his subject the story 
 of Arminias, the German hero. But his play, 
 guiltless as it was, being presented for a license, no 
 sooner had the censor cast hie eyes on the hand- 
 writing in which he had seen Edward and Eleono- 
 ra, then he cried out, '* Away with it!" and the 
 author's proiits were reduced to what his booksel- 
 ler could aflford for a tragedy in distress. 
 
 Mr. Thomson's next dramatic performance was 
 tlie Masque of Alfred, written, jointly with Mr. 
 Mallet, by command of the Prince of Wales, for 
 the entertainment of his royal highness' court, at 
 his summer residence. This piece, with some al- 
 terations, and the music new, has been since brought 
 upon the stage by Mr. Mallet: it was originally 
 acted at Clifden, in the year 1740, on the birth-day 
 of her royal highness the Princess Augusta. 
 
 In the year 1745, his Tancred and Sigismunda, 
 taken from the novel in Gil Bias, Vv^as performed 
 with applause; and from the deep romantic distress 
 of the lovers, continues to draw crowded houses. 
 The success of this piece was indeed ensured from 
 
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 the first by Mr. Garrick and Mrs. Gibber, they ap- 
 pearing in the principal characters, which they 
 heightened and adorned with all the magic of their 
 never-failing art 
 
 He had, in the mean time, been finishing his Cas- 
 tle of Indolence, in two cantos. It was, at first, 
 little more than a few detached stanzas, in the way 
 of raillery on himself, and on some of his friends, 
 who would reproach him with indolence, while he 
 thought them at least as indolent as himself. But he 
 saw very soon, that the subject deserved to be 
 treated more seriously, and in a form fitted to con- 
 vey one of the most important moral lessons. 
 
 The stanza which he uses in this work is that of 
 Spenser, borrowed from the Italian poets, in which 
 he thought rhymes had their proper place, and were 
 even graceful: the compaiss of the stanza admitting 
 an agreeable variety of final sounds, while the sense 
 of the poet is not cramped or cut short, nor yet too 
 much dilated; as must often happen, when it is par- 
 celled out into rhymed couplets; the usual measure 
 indeed of our eler:;y and satire, but which always 
 weakens the higher poetry, and, to a true ear, will 
 sometimes give it an air of the burlesque. 
 
 This was the last piece Mr. Thomson himself pub- 
 lished; his tragedy of Coiiolanus being only prepar- 
 ed for the theatre, when a fatal accident robbed the 
 world of one of the best of men, and best poets, 
 that lived in it. 
 
 He had always been a timorous horseman ; and 
 more so, in a road where numbers of giddy or un- 
 skilful riders are continually passing; so that, when 
 
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 the weather did not invite him to go by water, he 
 would commonly walk the distance between Lon- 
 don and Richmond, with any acquaintance that 
 offered, with whom he might chat and rest himself, 
 or perhaps dine, by the way. One summer evening, 
 being alone, in his walk from town to Hammer- 
 smith, he had overheated hi;nself. and, in that con- 
 dition, imprudently took a boat to carry him to 
 Kew, apprehending no bad consequence from the 
 chill air on the river, which his walk to his house 
 at the upper end of Kew-lane, had always hitherto 
 prevented. But now the cold had so seized him, 
 that next day he found himself in a high fever, so 
 much the more to be dreaded that he was of a full 
 habit. Tliis, however, by the use of proper medi- 
 cines, was removed, so that he was thought to 
 be out of danger; till the fine weather having tempt- 
 ed him to expose himself once more to the evening 
 dews, his fever returned with violence, and with 
 such symptoms as left no hopes of a cure. Two 
 days had passed before his relapse was known in 
 town ; at last, Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Reid, with 
 Dr. Armstrong, being informed of it, posted out at 
 midnight to his assistance : but alas ! came only to 
 endure a sight of all others the most shocking to 
 nature, the last agonies of their beloved friend. 
 This lamented death happened on the 27th day of 
 August, 1748. 
 
 His testamentary executors were, the Lord Lyt- 
 telton, whose care of our poet's fortune and fame 
 ceased not with his life, and Mr. Mitchell, a gen- 
 tleman equally noted for the truth and constancy of 
 
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 Lis private friendships, and for his address and spirit 
 as a public minister. By their united interest, tlie- 
 orphan play of Coriolanus was brought on the stage 
 to the best advantage : from the profits of whichj. 
 and the sale of manuscripts, and other effects, all 
 demands vrere duly satisfied, and a handsome sura 
 remitted to his sisters. My Lord Lyttelton's pro- 
 logue to this piece was admire.l gs one of the best 
 that had ever been written ; the best spoken it cer- 
 tainly was. The Sympathising audience saw that 
 then, indeed, Mr. Quin was no actor ; that the 
 tears he shed were those of real friendship and 
 grief. 
 
 Mr. Thomson's remains were deposited in the 
 church of Richmond, under a plain stone, without 
 any inscription ; nor did his brother poets at all ex- 
 ert themselves on the occasion, as they had lately 
 done for one who had been the terror of poets all 
 his life time. This silence furnished matter to one 
 of his friends for an excellent satirical epigram, 
 which we are sorry we cannot give the reader^ 
 Only one gentleman, Mr. Collins, who had lived 
 some time at Richmond, but forsook it when Mr. 
 Thomson died, wrote an ode to his memory. This, 
 for the dirge-^ke melancholy it breathes, and the 
 warmth of affection that seems to have dictated it, 
 we shall subjoin to the present account. 
 
 Our author himself hints, somewhere in his 
 works, that his exterior was not the most promising; 
 his make being rather robust than graceful, though 
 it is known that in his youth he had been thought 
 handsome. His worst appearance was, when you 
 
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 isaw him walking alone, in a thoughtful mood : but 
 let a friend accost him, and enter into conversation 
 he would instantly brighten into a most amiable as- 
 pect, his features no longer the same, and his eye 
 darting a peculiar animated fire. The case was 
 much alike in company ; where, if it was mixed, 
 or very numerous, he made but an indifferent figure: 
 but with a few select friends, he was open, spright- 
 ly, and entertaining. His wit flowed freely, but 
 pertinently, and at due intervals, leaving room for 
 every one to contribute his share. Such was his 
 extreme sensibility, so perfect the harmony of his 
 organs with the sentiments of his mind, that his 
 looks always announced, and half expressed, what 
 lie was about to say, and his voice corresponded 
 exactly to the manner and degree in which he was 
 affected. This sensibility had one inconvenience 
 attending it, that it rendered him the very worst 
 reader oi good poetry : a sonnet, or a copy of 
 tame verses, he could mr^nage pretty well, or even 
 improve them in the reading : but a passage of 
 Vir.'i], Milton, or Shakspeare, would sometimes 
 quite oppress him, that you could hear little else 
 than some ill-articulated sounds, rising as from the 
 bottom of his breast. 
 
 He had improved his taste upon the best origi- 
 R.ils, ancient and modern ; but could not bear to 
 write what was not strictly his own, what had not 
 more immediately struck his imagination, or touched 
 his heart ; so that he is not in the least concerned 
 in that question about the merit or demerit of imi- 
 tators. What he borrows from the ancients, he 
 
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 gives us in an avowed faithful paraphrase or transla- 
 tion ; as we see in a few passages taken from Vir- 
 gil, and in that beautiful picture from Pliny the 
 elder, where the course and gradual increase of the 
 Nile are figured by the stages of man's life. 
 
 The autumn was his favourite season for poeti- 
 cal composition, and the deep silence of the night, 
 the time he commonly chose for such studies ; so 
 that he would often be heard walking in his library, 
 till near morning, humming over, in his way, what 
 he was to correct and write out next day. 
 
 The amusements of his leisure hours were civil 
 and natural history, voyages, and the relations of 
 travellere, the most authentic he could procure ; 
 and, had his situation favoured it, he would certainly 
 have excelled in gardening, agriculture, and every 
 rural improvement and exercise. Although he per- 
 formed on no instrument, he was passionately fond 
 of music, and would sometimes listen a fu!l hour at 
 his window to the nightingales in Richmond Gar- 
 dens. While abroad he had been greatly delighted 
 with the regular Italian drama, such as Metastasio 
 writes, as it is there heightened by the charms of 
 the best voices and instruments, and looked upon 
 our theatrical entertainments as, in one respect, 
 naked and imperfect when compared with the an- 
 cients, or with those of Italy, wishing sometimes, 
 that a chorus, at least, and a better recitative, 
 could be introduced. 
 
 Nor was his taste less exquisite in the arts of 
 painting, sculpture, and architecture. In his tra- 
 vels he had seen all the most celebrated monuments: 
 
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 of antiquity, and the best productions of modern 
 art, and studied them so minutely, and with so true 
 a judgment, that in some of his descriptions, in the 
 poem of Liberty, we have the master-pieces there 
 mentioned placed in a stronger light perhaps than 
 if we saw them with our eyes ; at least more justly 
 delineated than in any other account extant : so 
 superior is a natural taste of the grand and beauti- 
 ful, to the traditional lessons of a common virtuoso. 
 His collection of prints, and some drawings from 
 the antique, are now in the possession of his friend 
 Mr. Gray, of Richmond Hill. 
 
 As for his more distinguishing qualities of mind 
 and heart, they are better represented in his wri- 
 tings than they can be by the pen of any biogra- 
 pher. There, his love of mankind, of his country 
 and friends, his devotion to the Supreme Being, 
 founded on the most elevated and just conceptions 
 of his operations and providence, shine out in every 
 page. So unbounded was his tenderness of heart, 
 that it took in even the brute creation : judge what 
 it must have been towards his own species. He 
 is not indeed known, through his whole life, to 
 have given any person one moment's pain, by his 
 writings or otherwise. He took no part in the 
 poetical squabbles which happened in his time, 
 and was respected and left undisturbed by both 
 sides. He would even refuse to take offence when 
 he justly might, by inteTjrupting any personal story 
 that was brought him, with some jest, or some 
 humorous apology for the offender. Nor was he 
 <Bver seen ruffled or discomposed, but when he read 
 
MR. JAMES THOMSOK. 23 
 
 or heard of some flagrant instance of injustice, op- 
 pression, or cruelty : then indeed the strongest 
 marks of horror and indignation were visible in his 
 countenance. 
 
 These amiable virtues, this divine temper of 
 mind, did not fai' of their due reward. His friends 
 loved him with an enthusiastic ardour, and lament^ 
 ed his untimely fate in the manner that is still fresh 
 in every one's memory ; the best and greatest men 
 of his time honoured him with their friendship and 
 protection : the applause of the public attended 
 every appearance he made ; the actors, of whom 
 the more eminent were his friends and admirers, 
 grudging no pains to do justice to his tragedies. 
 At present, indeed, if we except Tancred, they 
 are seldom called for ; the simplicity of his plots, 
 and the models he worked after, not suiting the 
 reigning taste, nor the impatience of an English 
 theatre. They may hereafter come to be in vogue; 
 but we hazard no conjecture upon them, or upon 
 any part of Mr. Thomson's works ; neither need 
 they any defence or apology, after the reception 
 they have had at home, and the foreign languages 
 into which they have been translated. We shall 
 only say, that, the judge from the imitations of his 
 manner which have been following him close from 
 the very first publication of Winter, he seems to 
 have fixed no inconsiderable era of the English 
 poetry. 
 
ODE 
 
 ON THE 
 
 DEATH OF MR. THOMSON. 
 
 BY MR. COLLINS. 
 
 The scene of the foUowmg stanzas is supposed to lie on the 
 Thames, near Richmond. 
 
 In yonder grave a druid lies, 
 
 Where slowly winds the stealing wave". 
 The year's best sweet s^hall duteous rise 
 
 To deck its poet's sylvan grave. 
 
 In yon deep bed of whispering reeds 
 
 His airy harp* shall now be laid. 
 That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds, 
 
 May love through life the soothing shade. 
 
 Then maids and youths shall linger here, 
 And while it sounds at distant swell. 
 
 Shall sadly seem, in Pity's ear. 
 
 To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. 
 
 Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore 
 
 When Thames in summer-wreaths is dress'd. 
 
 And oft suspend the dashing oar, 
 To bid his gentle spirit rest: 
 
 * The harp of iEolus, of which see a description in the 
 Castle of Indolence. 
 
 c 
 
£t> ON THE DEATH OF MR. THOMSON. 
 
 And oft as Ease and Health retire 
 
 To breezy lawn, or forest deep, 
 The friend shall view yon whitening spire,* 
 
 And 'mid the varied landscape v^eep. 
 
 But thou, who ownest that earthly bed, 
 Ah! what will every dirge avail; 
 
 Or tears, which love and pity shed, 
 That mourn beneath the gliding sail ? 
 
 Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye 
 
 Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near i 
 
 With him, sweet bard, may fancy die, 
 And joy desert the blooming year. 
 
 But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide 
 No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, 
 
 Now waft me from the green hill's side 
 Whose cold turf hides the buried friend. 
 
 And see! the fairy valleys fade; 
 
 Dun night has veiled the solemn view: 
 Yet once again, dear parted shade, 
 
 Meek Nature's child, again adieu! 
 
 The genial meads assigned to bless 
 Thy life , shall mourn thy early doom : 
 
 Their hinds and shepherd-girls shall dress, 
 With simple hands, thy rural tomb. 
 
 Long, long, thy stone, and pointed clay. 
 Shall melt the musing "Briton's eyes; 
 
 O! vales, and wild woods, shall he say. 
 In yonder grave your druid lies. 
 
 * Itichraond Church. 
 
SPRING. 
 
THE ARGUMENT; 
 
 The subject proposed. Insciibed to the Countess of Hert- 
 ford, The season is described as it affects the various parts 
 of Nature, ascendiiig from the lower to the higher, with, 
 digressions arising from the subject. Its influence ou inan- 
 imate matter. On vegetables. On brute animals. And 
 last on man. Concluding with a dissuasive from the wild 
 and irregular passion of love, opposed to that of a pure- 
 and happy kind.. 
 
SPRING. ■ 
 
 Come, gentle Spring! etherial Mildness ! come; 
 And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, 
 While music wakes a'ound, veil'd in a shower 
 Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend. 
 
 O Hertford! fitted or to sliine in courts 
 With unatfected grace, or walk the plain 
 With innocence and meditation join'd 
 In sott assemblage, listen to my song, 
 Which thy own Season paints; when Nature all 
 Is blooming and benevolent, like thee. 
 
 And see, where surly Winter passes off, 
 Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blasts: 
 His blasts obey, and quit the howling hill. 
 The shatter'd forest, and the ravag'd vale; 
 While softer gales succeed, at whose kind touch. 
 Dissolving snows in lived torrents lost. 
 The mountains lift tlieir green heads to the sky. 
 
 As yet the trembling year is unconfirmed, 
 And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze, 
 Chills the pale morn, and bids his driving sleets 
 Deform the day delightless : so that scarce 
 The bittern knows his time, with bill ingulf 'd 
 To shake the sounding marsh ; or from the shore 
 The plovers when to scatter o'er the heath. 
 And sing their wild notes to the listening waste. 
 At last from Aries rolls the bounteous sun, 
 And the bright Bull receives him. Then no more 
 Th' expansive atmosphere is cramp'd with cold; 
 But, full of life and vivifying soul. 
 Lifts the light clouds sublime, and spreads them thin, 
 Fleecy and white, o'er all-surrounding heaven. 
 
 Forth fly the tepid airs! and, imconfin'd, 
 c2 
 
so SPRING. 
 
 Unbinding earth, the moving softness strays.- 
 Joyous, th' impatient husbandman perceives 
 Relenting Nature, and his lusty steers 
 Drives from their stalls, to vi^here the vvell-us'd plough 
 Lies in the furroAV, loosen'd from the frost. 
 There, unrefusing, to the harness'd yoke 
 They lend their shoulder, and begin their toil, 
 Cheer'd by the simple song and soaring lark. 
 Meanwhile, incumbent o'er the shining share 
 The master leans, removes the obstructing clay, 
 Winds the whole work, and sidelong lays the glebe,. 
 While thro' the neighb'ring fields the sower stalks. 
 With measur'd step, and liberal throws the grain 
 Into the faithful bosom of the ground : 
 The harrow follows harsh, and shuts the scene. 
 
 Be gracious. Heaven! for now laborious man 
 Has done his part. Ye fostering breezes, blow ! 
 Ye softening dews, ye tender showers, descend! 
 And temper all, thou world-reviving sun, 
 Into the perfect year ! Nor ye who live 
 In luxury and ease, in pomp and pride, 
 Think these lost themes unworthy of your ear: 
 Such themes as these the rural Maro sung 
 To wide-imperial Rome, in the full height 
 Of elegance and taste, by Greece refin'd. 
 In ancient times, the sacred plough employ'd 
 The kings and lawful fathers of mankind: 
 And some, with whom compar'd, your insect tribes 
 Are but the beings of a summer's day, 
 Have held the scale of empire, rul'd the storm 
 Of mighty war ; then, with unwearied hand, 
 Disdaining little delicacies, seized 
 The plough, and greatly independent liv'd. 
 
 Ye generous Britons, venerate the plough! 
 And o'er your hills, and long withdrawing vales, 
 Let Autumn spread his treasures to the sun, 
 Luxuriant and unbounded: as the sea, 
 Far through his azure turbulent domain. 
 Your empire owns, and from a thousand shores 
 Wafts all the pomp of life into your ports; 
 
SPRING. SI 
 
 So with superior boon may your rich soil. 
 Exuberant Nature's better blessings pour 
 O'er every land; the naked nations clothe, 
 And be th' exhaustless granary of a world. 
 
 Nor only through the lenient air, this change 
 Delicious breathes; the penetrative sun, 
 His force deep darting to the dark retreat 
 Of vegetation, sets the steaming Power 
 At large, to wander o'er the verdant earth, 
 In various hues; but chiefly thee, gay green! 
 Thou smiling Nature's universal robe ! 
 United light and shade ! where the sight dwells 
 With growing strength, and ever-new delight. 
 From the moist meadow to the wither'd hill. 
 Led by the breeze, the vivid verdure runs, 
 And swells, and deepens, to the cherish'd eye. 
 The hawthorn whitens, and the jucy groves 
 Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees. 
 Till the whole leafy forest stands display'd 
 In full luxuriance, to the sighing gales. 
 Where the deer rustle through the twining brake. 
 And the birds sing conceal'd. At once array 'J 
 In all the colours of the flushing year, 
 By Nature's swift and secret working hand, 
 The garden glows, and fills the liberal air 
 With lavish fragrance; Vv^hile the promis'd fruit 
 Lies yet a little embryo, unperceiv'd. 
 Within its crimson folds. Now from the town, 
 Buried in smoke, and sleep, and noisome damps. 
 Oft let me wander o'er the dewy fields, [drops 
 
 Where freshness breathes, and dash the trembling 
 From the bent bush, as through the verdant maze 
 Of sweetbiiar hedges I pursue my walk; 
 Or taste the smell of dairy; or ascend 
 Some eminence, Augusta, in thy plains. 
 And see the country, far diffus'd around, 
 One boundless blush, one white-empurpled shower 
 Of mingled blossoms; where the raptur'd eye 
 Hurries from joy to joy, and, hid beneath 
 The fair profusion, yellow Autumn spies. 
 
o~2 SFRIXG. 
 
 If, brusli'd from Russian wilds, a cutting g;a]e 
 Ivise not, and scatter from his humid wings 
 The clammy mildew; or, dry-blowing, breathe 
 Untimely frost, before whose baleful blast 
 The full-blown Spring through all her foliage shrink?. 
 Joyless and dead, a wide-dejected waste. 
 For oft, engender 'd by the hazy north. 
 Myriads on myriads, insect armies warp 
 Keen in the poison'd breeze, and wasteful eat, 
 Through buds and bark, into the blacken'd core. 
 Their eager way. A feeble race! yet oft 
 The sacred sons of vengeance; on whose course 
 Corrosive Famine waits, and kills the year. 
 To check this plague, the skilful farmer chafi" 
 And blazing straw, before his orchard burns, 
 Till, all involv'd in smoke, the latent foe 
 From every cranny sutiocated falls: 
 Or scatters o'er the blooms the pungent dust 
 Of pepper, fatal to the fiosty tribe: 
 Or, when th' envenom'd leaf bigins to curl, 
 With sprinkled water drov/ns them in their nest; 
 Nor, while they pick them up with busy bill, 
 The little trooping birds unwisely scares. 
 
 Be patient, swains; these cruel seeming winds 
 Blow not in vain. Far hence they keep repress'd 
 Those deepening clouds on clouds, surcharged with 
 Th:it o'er the vast Atlantic hither borne [rain. 
 
 In endless train, would quench the summer-blaze. 
 And, clieerless, drown the crude unripen'd year. 
 
 The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up 
 Within his iron cave, the etfusive south 
 Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven 
 Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent 
 At first a dusky wreath they seem to rise, 
 Scarce staining ether; but by swift degrees, 
 In heaps on heaps, the doubling vapour sails 
 Along the loaded sky, and mingling deep. 
 Sits on th' horizon round a settled gloom: 
 Not such as wintry-storms on mortals shed. 
 Oppressing life: but lovely, gentle, kind. 
 
SPRING. 3it 
 
 And full of every hope and every joy, 
 
 The Avish of Nature. Gradual sinks the breeze 
 
 Into a perfect c?.!m; that not a breath 
 
 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods. 
 
 Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves 
 
 Of aspin tall. Th' uncurling floods, diffus'd 
 
 In glassy breadth, seem through delusive lapse 
 
 Forgetful of their course. 'Tis silence all, 
 
 And pleasing expectation. Herds and flocks 
 
 Drop the dry sprig, and, mute-imploring, eye 
 
 The falling verdure. Hush'd in short suspense. 
 
 The plumy people streak their wings with oil, 
 
 To throw the lucid moisture trickling off, 
 
 And wait th' approaching sign to strike, at once. 
 
 Into the general choir. E'en mountains, vales. 
 
 And forests seem, impatient, to demand 
 
 The promis'd sweetness. Man superior walks 
 
 Amid the glad creation, musing praise, 
 
 And looking lively gratitude. At last, 
 
 The clouds consign their treasures to the fields; 
 
 And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool 
 
 Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow, 
 
 In large effusion, o'er the freshened world. 
 
 The stealing shower is scarce to patter heard 
 
 But such as wander through the forest walks. 
 
 Beneath th' umbrageous multitude of leaves. 
 
 But who can hold the shade, while Heaven descends 
 
 In universal bounty, shedding herbs. 
 
 And fruits, and flowers, on Nature's ample lap? 
 
 Swift Fancy fir'd, anticipates their growth; 
 
 And, while the milky nutriment distils. 
 
 Beholds the kindling country colour round. 
 
 Thus all day long the full-distended clouds 
 Indulge their genial stores, and well-shower'd earth 
 Is deep enrich'd with vegetable life; 
 Till, in the western sky, the downv<rard sun 
 Looks out, effulgent, from amid the flush 
 Of broken clouds, gay shifting to his beam. 
 The rapid radiance instantaneous strikes 
 Th' illumin'd mountain through the forest streams. 
 
o4 SPRING. 
 
 f-^hakes on the floods, and in a yellow inisi. 
 Ffir smoking o'er th' interminable plain. 
 In twinkling; myriads lights the dewy gems. 
 Moist, brigiit, and green, the landscape laughs around ; 
 Full swell the woods; their every music wakes, 
 Mix'd in wild conceit with the warbling brooks 
 increas'd, the distant bleatings of the hills, 
 And hollow lows responsive from the vales, 
 Whence blending, all the sweeten'd zephyr spiings; 
 Meantime, refracted from yon eastern cloud, 
 Bestriding earth, the grand ethereal bow 
 Shoots up immense: and every hue unfolds. 
 In fair proportion running from the red, 
 I'o where the violet fades into the sky. 
 Here, awful Newton! the dissolving clouds 
 I'orm, fronting on the sun, thy showery prism; 
 And to the sage-instructed eye unfold 
 ''i'lie various twine of light, by thee disclos'd 
 From the white mingling maze. Not so the boy; 
 He wondering views the bright enchantment bend, 
 Delightful o'er the radiant fields, and runs 
 To catch the falling glory; but amaz'd 
 lB(>.holds th' amusive arch before him fly, 
 M'lien vanish quite away. Still night succeeds, 
 A soften'd shade, and saturated earth 
 Awaits the morning-beam, to give to light, 
 Jlais'd through ten thousand different plastic tubes, 
 \, The balmy treasures of the former day, 
 ,^ Then spring the living herbs, profusely wild, 
 O'er all the deep-green earth, beyond the power 
 <,)f botanists to number up their tribes: 
 Whether he steals along the lonely dale, 
 In silent search; or through the forest, rank 
 With vv'hat the dull incurious weeds account. 
 Bursts his blind way; or climbs the mountain rock, 
 Fir'd by the nodding verdure of its brow. 
 With such a liberal hand has nature flung 
 'i'heir seeds abroad, blown them about in winds, 
 fnnumerous mixed them with the nursing mould, 
 T UL moistening current, and prolific rain. 
 
SPRING. 35 
 
 Hut who tlieir virtues can declare? who pierce, 
 
 With vision pure, into these secret stores 
 
 Of health, and life, and joy? The food of Man, 
 
 While yet he liv'd in innocence, and told 
 
 A length of golden years; unflesh'd in blood, 
 
 A stranger to the savage arts of life, 
 
 Death, rapine, carnage, surfeit, and disease; 
 
 The lord, ind not the tyrant, of the world. 
 
 The first fresh dawn then wak'd the gladden'd race 
 
 Of uncorrupted Man, nor biush'd to see 
 
 The sluggnrd sleep beneath its sacred beam. 
 
 For their light slumbers gently fum'd away; 
 
 And up they rose as vigorous as the sun. 
 
 Or to the culture of the willing glebe. 
 
 Or to the cheerful tendance of the flock. 
 
 Meantime the song went round ; and dance and sport, 
 
 Wisdom and friendly talk, successive, stole 
 
 Their hours away: while in the rosy vale 
 
 Love breath'd his infant sighs, from anguish free. 
 
 And full replete with bliss; save the sweet pain, 
 
 Thatj inly thrilling, but exalts it more. 
 
 Nor yet injurious act, nor sUrly deed. 
 
 Was known among those happy sons of heaven; 
 
 For reason and benevolence were law. 
 
 Harmonious Nature too look'd smiling on; 
 
 Clear shone the skies, cool'd with eternal gales, 
 
 And balmy spirit all. The youthful sun 
 
 Shot his best rays, and still the gracious clouds 
 
 Dropp'd fatness down; as o'er the swelling mead. 
 
 The herds and flocks, commixing, play'd secure. 
 
 This when, emergent from the gloomy wood, 
 
 The glaring lion saw, his horrid heart 
 
 Was meekened, and he join'd his sullen joy; 
 
 For music held the whole in perfect peace ; 
 
 Soft sigh'd the lute ; the tender voice was heard, 
 
 Warbling the varied heart; the woodlands round 
 
 Applied their choir; and winds and waters fiow'd 
 
 In consonance. Such were those prime of days. 
 
 Butnow those white unblemish'd manners, whence 
 The fabling poets took their golden age. 
 
3G SPRING. 
 
 Are found no more amid these iron times, 
 These dregs of life ! now the distemper'd mind 
 Has lost that concord of harmonious powers. 
 Which form the soul of happiness; and all 
 Is off the poise within: the passions all 
 Have burst their bounds; and reason, half extinct j 
 Or impotent, or else approving, sees 
 The foul disorder. Seaseless, and deform'd. 
 Convulsive anger storms at large; or pale. 
 And silent, settles into fell revenge. 
 Base envy withers at another's joy. 
 And hates that excellence it cannot reach. 
 Desponding fear, of feeble fancies full. 
 Weak and unmanly, loosens every power. 
 E'en love itself is bitterness of soul, 
 A pensive anguish pining at the heart ; 
 Or, sunk to sordid interest, feels no more 
 That noble wish, that never-cloy'd desire, 
 'Vhich, selfish joy disdaining, seeks alone 
 To bless the dearer object of its flame. 
 Hope sickens with extravagance; and grief. 
 Of life impatient, into madness swells, 
 Or in dead silence wastes the weeping hours. 
 These, and a thousand mix'd emotions more 
 From ever-changing views of good and ill, 
 Form'd infinitely various, vex the mind 
 With endless storm: whence, deeply rankling, grows 
 The pertial thought, a listless unconcern. 
 Cold, and averting from our neighbour's good ; 
 Then dark disgust, and hatred, winding wiles. 
 Coward deceit, and ruffian violence ; 
 At last, extinct each social feeling, fell 
 And joyless inhumanity pervades 
 And petrifies the heart. Nature disturb'd 
 Is deem'd vindictive, to have chang'd her course. 
 Hence, in the old dusky time, a deluge came : 
 When the deep-cleft disparting orb, that arch'd 
 The central waters round, impetuous rush'd. 
 With universal burst, into the gulf 
 And o'er the high-pil'd hills of fractur'd earth 
 
Wide dash'd the waves, in undulation vast , 
 Till, from the centre to the streaming clouds, 
 •V fihoreless ocean tumbled round the globe. 
 
 The Seasons since have, with severer sway, 
 Cppress'd a broken world : the Winter keen 
 fShook forth his Avaste of snows : and Summer shot 
 His pestilential heats. Great Spring, before, • 
 Green'd all the year, and fruits and blossoms blush'd, 
 In social sweetness, on the self-same bough. 
 Pure was the temperate air ; and even calm 
 Perpetual reign'd, save what the zephyrs bland 
 Ereath'd o'er the blue expanse; for then nor storms 
 Were taught to blow, nor hurricanes to rage, 
 Sound slept the v.^aters : no sulphureous glooms 
 Swell'd in the sky, and sent the lightning forth ; 
 While sickly damps, and cold autumnal fogs. 
 Hung not, relaxing, on the springs of life. 
 But now, of turbid elements the sport. 
 From clear to cloudy tost, from hot to cold. 
 And drj' to moist, with inward-eating change, 
 Our drooping days are dwindled down to naught. 
 Their period finish'd ere 'tis well begun. 
 
 And yet the wholesome herb neglected dies ; 
 Though with the pure exhilarating soul 
 Of nutriment and health, and vital powers. 
 Beyond the search of art, 'tis copious blest. 
 For, with hot rapine fir'd, ensanguin'd Man 
 Is now become the lion of the plain, 
 And worse. The wolf, who from tViC nightly fold 
 Fierce drags the bleating prey, ne'er drunk her milk 
 Nor wore her warming fleece: nor has the steer, 
 At whose strong chest the deadly tiger hangs. 
 E'er plough'd for him. They too are temper'd high, 
 With hunger stung and wild necessity, 
 Nor lodges pity in their shaggy breast. 
 But Man, whom Natare form'd of milder clay, 
 With every kind emotion in his heart, 
 And taught alone to weep ; while from her lap 
 She pours ten thousand delicacies, herbs, 
 And fruits, as numei-ous as the drops of rain- 
 D 
 
38 SPRING, 
 
 Or beams that gave them birth: shall he, fair form! 
 Who wears sweet smiles, and looks erect on heaven. 
 E'er stoop to mingle with the prowling herd. 
 And dip his tongue in gore ? The beast of prey, 
 Blood-stain'd, deserves to bleed: but you, ye flocks.. 
 What have ye done; ye peaceful people, what. 
 To merit death? you, who have given us milk 
 In luscious streams, and lent us your own coat 
 Against the Winter's cold? And the plain ox, 
 That harmless, honest, guileless animal. 
 In what has he oflFended? he, whose toil. 
 Patient and ever ready, clothes the land 
 With all the pomp of harvest ; shall he bleed. 
 And struggling groan beneath the cruel hands 
 E'en of the clown he feeds? and that, perhaps. 
 To swell the riot of th' autumnal feasts, 
 Won by his labour ? Thus the feeling heart 
 Would tenderly suggest: but 'tis enough, 
 In" this late age, adventurous, to have touch'd 
 Light on the numbers of the Samian sage. 
 High Heaven forbids the bold presumptuous strain. 
 Whose wisest will has fix'd us in a state 
 That must not yet to pure perfection rise. 
 
 Now, when the first foul torrent of the brooks, 
 Swell'd with the vernal rains, is ebb'd away, 
 And whitening, down their mossy-tinctur'd stream 
 Decends the billowy foam: now is the time, 
 While yet the dark -brown water aids the guile. 
 To tempt the trout. The well-dissembled fly. 
 The rod fine tapering with elastic spring, 
 Snatch'd from the hoary steed the floating line. 
 And all thy slender wat'ry stores prepare. 
 But let not on thy hook the tortur'd worm. 
 Convulsive, twist in agonizing folds; 
 Which by rapacious hunger swallow'd deep. 
 Gives, as you tear it from the bleeding breast 
 Of the weak, helpless, uncomplaining wretchj 
 Harsh pain and horror to the tender hand. 
 
 When with his lively ray the potent sun 
 Has pierc'd the streams, and rousM the finny race. 
 
SPRIIfG. oy 
 
 Then, issuing cheerful, to thy sport repair; 
 
 Chief should the western breezes curling play, 
 
 And light o'er ether bear the shadowy clouds. 
 
 High to their fount, this day, amid the hills 
 
 And woodlands warbling round, trace up the brooks; 
 
 The next, pursue their rocky channel'd maze 
 
 Down to the river, in whose ample wave 
 
 Their little naiads love to sport at large. 
 
 Just in the dubious point, where with the pool 
 
 Is mix'd the trembling stream, or where it boils 
 
 Around the stone, or from the hollow'd bank 
 
 Reverted plays in undulating flow, 
 
 There throw, nice-judging, the delusive fly; 
 
 And as you lead it round in artful curve. 
 
 With eye attentive mark the springing game. 
 
 Straight as above the surface of the flood 
 
 They wanton rise, or, urged by hunger, leap. 
 
 Then fix, with gentle twitch, the barbed hook: 
 
 Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank, 
 
 And to the shelving shore slow dragging some. 
 
 With various hand, proportion'd to their force. 
 
 If yet too young, and easily deceiv'd, 
 
 A worthless prey scarce bends your pliant rod, 
 
 Him, piteous of his youth, and the short space 
 
 He has enjoy'd the vital light of heaven, 
 
 Soft disengage, and back into the stream 
 
 The speckled captive throw. But should you lure 
 
 From his dark haunt, beneath the tangled roots 
 
 Of pendent trees, the monarch of the brook. 
 
 Behoves you then to ply your finest art. 
 
 Long time he, following cautious, scans the fly; 
 
 And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft 
 
 The dimpled water speaks his jealous fear.. 
 
 At last, while haply o'er the shaded sun 
 
 Passes a cloud, he desperate takes the death. 
 
 With sullen plunge. At once he darts along. 
 
 Deep-struck, and runs out all the lengthened line; 
 
 Then seeks the furthest ooze, the sheltering weed, 
 
 The cavern 'd bank, his old secure abode; 
 
 Ar!,d flies aloft-, and flounces round the pool. 
 
40 SPRING. 
 
 Indignant of the guile. With yielding hand, 
 Tiiat feels him still, yet to his furious course 
 Gives way, you, now retiring, following now 
 Across the streams, exhaust his idle rage: 
 Till, floating' broad upon his breathless side, 
 And to his fate abandon'd, to the shore 
 You gaily drag your unresisting prize. 
 
 Thus pass the temperate hours; but when the sun 
 Shakes from his noonday throne the scattering clouds. 
 E'en shooting listless languor through the deeps; 
 Then seek the bank where flowermg elders crowd: 
 Where scattered wild the lily of the vale 
 Its balmy essence breathes; where cow.slip.s Iiang 
 The dewy head: where pui-ple violets lurk, 
 V/ith all the lowly children of the shade: 
 Or lie reclin'd beneath yon spreading ash. 
 Hang o'er the steep; wiicnce, borne on liquid wing. 
 The sounding culver shoots; or where the hawk, 
 liigh, in the beetling clitf, his ej^ry builds. 
 There let the classic page thy fancy lead 
 Through rurul scenes; such as the Mantuan swain 
 Paints in the matchless harmony of song. 
 Or catch thyself the landscape, gliding .swift 
 Athwart imagination's vivid eye: 
 Or by the vocal woods and waters lull'd. 
 And lost in lonely musing; in the dream, 
 Confus'd, of careless solitude, where mix 
 Ten thousand wandering images of things. 
 Sooth every gust of passion into peace: 
 All but tlje swellings of the soften'd heart, 
 That v,'aken, not disturb, the tranqiiil mind. 
 
 Behold yon breathing prospect bids the Muse 
 Throw all her beauty forth. But who can \ya\nt^ 
 Tjike Nature.' Can imagination boast. 
 Amid its gay creation, hues like hers.' 
 Or can it raix them with that matchless skill. 
 And lose them in each other, as appears 
 In every bud that blows? If fancy then 
 Unequal, fails beneath the pleasing task, 
 Ah, what shall language do? Ah. where find words 
 
SPRING. 41 
 
 Ting'd with so many colours, and whose power, 
 To life approaching, may perfume my lays 
 With that fine oil, those aromatic gales. 
 That inexhaustive flow continual round? 
 
 Yet, though successless, will the toil delight. 
 Come then, ye virgins and ye youths, whose hearts 
 Have felt the raptures of refining love; 
 And thou, Amanda, come, pride of my song! 
 Form'd by the Graces, loveliness itself! 
 Come with those downcast eyes, sedate and sweet, 
 Those looks demure, that deeply pierce the soul. 
 Where, with the light of thoughtful reason mix'd. 
 Shines lively fancy and the feeling heart: 
 Oh come ! and while the rosy-footed May 
 Steals blushing on, together let us tread 
 The morning dews, and gather in their prime 
 Fresh blooming flowers, to grace thy braided hair, 
 And thy lov'd bosom that improves their sweets. 
 See, where the winding vale its lavish stores, 
 Irriguous, spreads. See, how the lily drinks 
 The latent rill, scarce oozing through the grass, 
 Of growth luxuriant: or the humid bank. 
 In fair profusion, death. Long let us walk, 
 Where the breeze blows from yon extended field 
 Of blo.ssom'd beans. Arabia cannot boast 
 A fuller gale of joy, than, liberal, thence 
 Breathes through the sense, and takes the ravish'd soul. 
 Nor is the mead unworthy of thy foot. 
 Full of fresh verdure, and unnumber'd flowers, 
 The negligence of Nature, wide and wild; 
 Where, undisguis'd by mimic Art, she spreads 
 Unbounded beauty to the roving eye. 
 Here their delicious task the fervent bees. 
 In swarming millions, tend; around, athwart, 
 Through the soft air, the busy nations fly. 
 Cling to the bud, and with inserted tube, 
 Suck its pure essence, its ethereal soul; 
 And oft, with bolder wing, they soaring dare 
 The purple heath, or where the wild thyme grows, 
 And vellow load them with the luscious spoiK 
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42 SPRI?JG. 
 
 At length the finlah'd garden to the view 
 
 Its vistas opens, and its alleys green. 
 
 Snatch'd through the verdant maze, the hurried ey( 
 
 Distracted wanders; now the bowery walk 
 
 Of covert close, where scarce a speck of day 
 
 F;tlls on the lengthened gloom, protracted sweeps: 
 
 JVow meets the bending sky: tlie river now 
 
 Dimpling along, tiie breezy ruffled lake. 
 
 The forest darkening round, the ghttering spire, 
 
 Th' ethereal mountain, and the distant main. 
 
 But why so far excursive.' when at hand, 
 
 Along these blushing borders, bright with dew. 
 
 And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers. 
 
 Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace; 
 
 Throws out the snovv-drop and the crocus first. 
 
 The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue. 
 
 And polyanthus of unnumbered dyes; 
 
 The yellow wail-flower, stain'd with iron brown 
 
 And lavish stock that scents the garden round: 
 
 From the soft wing of vernal breezes shed, 
 
 Anemonies; auriculas, enrich'd 
 
 With sliining meal o'er all their velvet leaves; 
 
 And full ranunculas, of glowing red. 
 
 Then comes the tulip race, where Beauty plays 
 
 Her idle freaks; from family diffus'd 
 
 To family, as flies the father-dust, 
 
 The varied colours run; and, while they break 
 
 On the charmM eye, th' exulting florist mark:;. 
 
 With secret pride, the wonders of his hand. 
 
 No "gradual bloom is wanting; from the bud, 
 
 First-born of Spring, to Summer's musky tribes. 
 
 Nor hyacinths, of purest virgin white. 
 
 Low bent, and blushing inward; nor joaquillcs. 
 
 Of potent fragrance; nor Narcissus fair, 
 
 As o'er the fabled fountain hanging still: 
 
 Nor broad carnations, nor gay -spotted pinks; 
 
 Nor, shower'd from ex'ery bush, the damask -rose. 
 
 Infinite numbers, delicacies, smells. 
 
 With hues on hues expression cannot paint, 
 
 The breath of Nature, and her endless bloom. 
 
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 Hail, Source of Being! Universal Soul 
 Of iieaven and earth! Essential Presence, hail! 
 To Thee I bend the knee; to Thee my thoughts, 
 Continual, climb; who, with a master hand, 
 Hast the great whole into perfection touch'd. 
 By Thee the various vegetative tribes. 
 Wrapt in a filmy net, and clad with leaves, 
 Draw the live ether, and imbibe the dew: 
 By Thee dispos'd into congenial soils. 
 Stands each attractive plant, and sucks, and swells 
 The juicy tide; a twining mass of tubes. 
 At Thy command the vernal sun awakes 
 The torpid sap, detruded to the root 
 By wintry winds; that now in fluent dance, 
 And lively fermentation, mounting, spreads 
 All this innumerouS'Coloured scene of things. 
 
 As rising from the vegetable world 
 ]My theme ascends, with equal wing ascend, 
 My panting Muse; and hark! how loud the woods 
 Invite you forth in all your gayest trim. 
 Ivend me your song, ye nightingales I oh, pour 
 The mazi'-running snul of melody 
 Into my varied verse! while I deduce. 
 From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings. 
 The symphony of Spring, and touch a therne 
 Unknown to fame — the Passion of the Groves. 
 When first the soul of love is sent abroad. 
 Warm through the vital air, and on the heart 
 Harmonious seizes, the gay troops begin, 
 In gallant thought, to plume the painted wing; 
 And try again the long-forgotten strain. 
 At first faint-warbled. But no sooner grows 
 The soft infusion prevalent, and wide. 
 Than, all alive, at once their joy o'erfiows 
 In music unconfinVl. Up spi-ings the lork, 
 Shrill-voic'd, and loud, the messenger of morn; 
 Ere yet the shadows fly, be mounted sings 
 Amid the dawning clouds, and from their haunts 
 Calls up the tuneful nations. Every copse 
 Deep-tangled, tree irregular, and bush 
 
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 Bending with dewy moisture, o'er the heads 
 Of the coy choristers that lodsje within, 
 Are prodigal of harmony. The thrush 
 And woodlark, o'er the kind contending throng 
 Superior heard, run through the sweetest length 
 Of notes; when listening Philomela deigns 
 To let them joy, and purposes, in thought 
 Elate, to make her night excel their day. 
 The blackbird whistles from the thorny brake; 
 The mellow bullfinch answers from the grove: 
 Nor are the linnets, o'er the flowering furze 
 Pour'd out profusely, silent. Join'd to these, 
 Innumerous songsters, in the freshening shade 
 Of new-sprung leaves, their modulations mix 
 Mellifluous. The jay, the rook, the daw, 
 And each harsh pipe, discordant heard alone, 
 Aid the full concert; while the stock-dove breathes 
 A melancholy murmer through the whole. 
 'Tis love creates their melody, and all 
 This waste of music is the voice of love; 
 That e'en to birds and beasts, the tender arts 
 Of pleasing teaches Hence the glossy kind 
 Try every winning way inventive love 
 Can dictate, and in courtship to their mates 
 Pour forth their little souls. First wide around. 
 With distant awe, in airy rings they rove. 
 Endeavouring, by a thousand tricks to catch 
 The cunning, conscious, half-averted glance 
 Of their regardless charmer. Should she seem.. 
 Softening, the least appro vance to bestow, 
 Their colours burnish, and by hope inspir'd, 
 They brisk advance; then, on a sudden struck. 
 Retire disorder'd; then again approach; 
 In fond rotation spread the spotted wing, 
 And shiver every feather with desire. 
 Connubial leagues agreed, to the deep woods 
 They haste away, all as their fancy leads. 
 Pleasure, or food, or secret safety prompts; 
 That nature's great command may be obey'd : 
 Nor all the sweet sensations they perceive 
 
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 {ndulg'd in vain. Some to the holly-heihe 
 
 Nestlinp; repair, and to the thicket some; 
 
 Some to the rude protection of the thorn 
 
 Commit their feeble offspring : The cleft tree 
 
 Otters its kind concealment to a few; 
 
 Their food its insects, and its moss their nests. 
 
 Others apart far in the grassy dale, 
 
 Or roughening waste, their humble texture weave. 
 
 But most in woodland solitudes delight; 
 
 In unfrequented glooms, or shaggy banks, 
 
 Steep, and divided by a babbling brook, 
 
 Whose murmurs sooth them all the live-long day, 
 
 "When by kind duty fix'd. Among the roots 
 
 Of hazel, pendent o'er the plaintive stream, 
 
 They frame the first foundation of their domes; 
 
 Dry sprigs of trees, in artful fabric laid, 
 
 And bound with clay together. Now 'tis naught 
 
 But restless hurry through the blisy air, 
 
 Beat by unnumber'd wings. The swallow sweeps 
 
 The slimy pool, to build his hanging house 
 
 Intent. And often, from the careless back 
 
 Of herds and flocks, a thousand tugging bills 
 
 Pluck hair and wool; and oft, when unobserv'd. 
 
 Steal from the barn a straw: till soft and warm 
 
 Clean and complete, their habitation grows. 
 
 As thus the patient dam assiduous sits, 
 Not to be tempted frvom her tender task, 
 Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth delight, 
 Though the whole loosen'd Spring .^round her blows; 
 Her sympathizing lover takes his stand 
 High on th' opponent bank, and ceaseless sings 
 The tedious time away; or else supplies 
 Her place a moment, while she sudden flits 
 To pick the scanty meal. Th' appointed time 
 With pious toil fultill'd, the callow young, 
 Warm'd and expanded into perfect life, 
 Their brittle bondage break; and come to light, 
 A helpless family, demanding food 
 With constant clamour: O what passions then, 
 What melting sentiments of kindly care. 
 
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 On the new parents seize ! Away they fly 
 
 Affectionate, and undesiring bear 
 
 The most delicious morsel to their young; 
 
 Which equally distributed, again 
 
 The search begins. E'en so a gentle pair, 
 
 By fortune sunk, but form'd of generous mould. 
 
 And charm'd with cares beyond the vulgar breast; 
 
 In some lone cot amid the distant woods, 
 
 Sustain'd alone by providential Heaven; 
 
 Oft, as they weeping eye their infant train, 
 
 Check their own appetites, and give them all. 
 
 Nor toil alone they scorn: Exalting love. 
 By the great Father of the Spring inspir'd, 
 Gives instant courage to the fearful race, 
 And to the simple, art. With stealthy wing. 
 Should some rude foot their woody haunts molest, 
 Amid a neighbouring bush they silent drop, 
 And whirring thenc«, as if alarm'd, deceive 
 Th' unfeeling school-boy. Hence around the head 
 Of wandering swain, the white-wing'd plover wheels 
 Her sounding flight; and then directly on 
 In long excursion skims the level lawn. 
 To tempt him from her nest. The wild-duck, hence. 
 O'er the rough moss, and o'er the trackless waste 
 The heath-hen flutters, pious fraud ! to lead 
 The hot pursuing spaniel far astray. 
 
 Be not the Muse ashaniM here to bemoan 
 Her brothers of the grove, by tyrant Man 
 Inhuman caught, and in the narrow cage 
 From liberty confin'd, and boundless air. 
 Dull are the pretty slaves, their plumage dull. 
 Ragged, and all its brightening lustre lost, 
 Nor is that sprightly wildness in their notes. 
 Which, clear and vigorous, warbles from the beach. 
 O then, ye friends of love and love-taught song, 
 S].are the soft tribes, this barbarous art forbear; 
 If on your bosom innocence can win. 
 Music engage, or piety persuade. 
 
 But let not chief the nightingale lament 
 Tlf^r rr.in'd care, too delicately fram'd 
 
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 To brook the harsh confinement of the cage. 
 
 Oft when, returning with her loaded bill, 
 
 Th' astonish'd mother finds a vacant nest^ 
 
 By the hard hand of unrelenting clowns 
 
 Eobb'd, to the ground the vain provision falls, 
 
 Her pinions ruffle, and, low-drooping, scarce 
 
 Can bear the mourner to the poplar shade; 
 
 Where, all abandon'd to despair, she sings 
 
 Her sorrows through the night; and on the bough j, 
 
 Sole-sitting, still at every dying fall 
 
 Takes up again her lamentable strain 
 
 Of winding wo; till, wide around, the woods 
 
 Sigh to her song, and with her wail resound. 
 
 But now the feather'd youth their former bound;?; 
 Ardent, disdain; and, weighing oft their wings. 
 Demand the free possession of the sky; 
 This one glad office more, and then dissolves 
 Parental love at once, now needless grown. 
 Unlavish Wisdom never works in vain. 
 'Tis on some evening, sunny, grateful, mild. 
 When naught but balm is breathing thro' the woods. 
 With yellow lustre bright, that the new tribes 
 Visit the spacious heavens, and look abroad 
 On Nature's common, far as they can see. 
 Or wing, their range and pasture. O'er the boughs 
 Dancing about, still at the giddy verge 
 Their resolution fails; their pinions still, 
 In loose libration st: etch'd , to trust the void 
 Trembling refuse: Till down before them fly 
 The parent guides, and chide, exhort, command, 
 Or push them off. The surging air receives. 
 Its plumy burden; and their self-taught wings 
 Winnow the waving element. On ground 
 Alighted, bolder up again they lead. 
 Further and further on, the lengthening flight; 
 Till vanish'd every fear, and every power 
 Rous'd into life and action, light in air 
 Th' acquitted parents see their soaring race, 
 And, once rejoicing, never know them more 
 
 High from the summit of a craggy cliff. 
 
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 Hung o'er the deep, such as amazing iVowiib 
 On utmost Kilda's* shore; whose lonely race 
 Resign the setting sun to Indian worlds, 
 The royal eagle draws hiw vigorous young, 
 Strohg-pounc'd, and ardent Avith parental fire; 
 Now fit to raise a kingdom of their own. 
 He drives them from his fort, the towering seat, 
 For ages, of his empire; which in peace 
 Unstained he holds, while many a league to sea 
 He wings his course, and preys in distant isles. 
 
 Should I my steps turn to the rural seat, 
 Whose lofty elms, and venerable oaks, 
 Invite the rook, who high amid the boughs, 
 In early Spring, his airy city builds. 
 And ceaseless caws amusive; there, well-pleas'd, 
 I might the A'arious polity survey 
 Of the mix'd household kind. The careful hen 
 Calls all her chirping family around. 
 Fed and defended by the fearless cock; 
 Whose breast with ardour flames, as on he walks. 
 Graceful, and crows defiance. In the pond. 
 The finely-checker'd duck, before her train, 
 Rows garrulous. The stately-sailing swan 
 Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale; 
 And, arching proud his neck, Avith oary feet 
 Bears forward fierce, and guards his osier-isle, 
 Protective of his young. The turkey nigh, 
 Loud-threatening, reddens; while the peacock spreads 
 His every-colour'd glory to the sun. 
 And swims in radiant majesty along. 
 O'er the whole homely scene, the cooing dove"" 
 Flies thick in amorous chase, and wajiton rolls 
 The glancing eye, and turns the changeful neck. 
 
 While thus the gentle tenants of the shade 
 Indulge their purer loves, the rougher world 
 Of brutes, below, rush furious into flame. 
 And fierce desire. Through all his lusty veins 
 The bull, deep-scorch'd, the raging passion feelb. 
 
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 Of pasture sick, and negligent of food. 
 
 Scarce seen, he wades among the yellow broom > 
 
 While o'er his ample sides the rambling sprays 
 
 Luxuriant shoot; or through the mazy wood 
 
 Dejected wanders; nor th' enticing bud 
 
 Crops, though it presses on his careless sense. 
 
 And oft, in jealous madd'ning fancy wrapt. 
 
 He seeks the fight; and, idly-butting, feigns 
 
 His rival gor'd in every knotty trunk. 
 
 Him should he meet, the bellowing war begins: 
 
 Their eys flash fury; to the hollow'd earth 
 
 Whence the sand flies, they mutter bloody deeds, 
 
 And groaning deep, the impetuous battle mix: 
 
 While the fair heifer, balmy-breathing, near. 
 
 Stands kindling up their rage. The trembling steed, 
 
 With this hot impulse seized in every nerve, 
 
 Nor heeds the rein, nor hears the sounding thong-. 
 
 Blows are not felt; but tossing high his head, 
 
 And by the well-known joy to distant plains 
 
 Attracted strong, all wild he bursts away; 
 
 O'er rocks, and woods, and craggy mountains flies; 
 
 And, neighing, on th' aerial summit takes 
 
 Th' exciting gale; then, steep-descending, cleaves 
 
 The headlong torrents foaming down the hills. 
 
 E'en where the madness of the straiien'd stream 
 
 Turns in black eddies round : such is the force 
 
 With which his frantic heart and sinews swell. 
 
 Nor undelighted by the boundless Spring 
 Are the broad monsters of the foaming deep : 
 From the deep ooze and gelid cavern rous'd. 
 They flounce and tumble in unweildy joy. 
 Dire were the strain, and dissonant, to sing 
 The cruel raptures of the savage kind: 
 How by this flame their native wrath sublim'd, 
 They roam, amid the fury of their heart. 
 The far-resounding waste in fiercer bands, 
 And growl their horrid loves. But this the theme 
 I sing, enraptur'd, to the British fair, 
 Forbids, and leads me to the mountain brow. 
 Where sits the shepherd on the grassy turf 
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50 SPRING. 
 
 Inhaling, healthful, the descending sun. 
 
 Around him feeds his many-bleating flock, 
 
 Of various cadence; and his sportive lambs. 
 
 This vv^ay and that convolv'd, in friskful glee, 
 
 Their frolics play. And now the sprightly race 
 
 Invites them forth; when swift, the signal given, 
 
 They start away, and sweep the mossy mound 
 
 That runs around the hill ; the rampart once 
 
 Of iron war, in ancient barbarous times, 
 
 When disunited Britain ever bled, 
 
 Lost in eternal broil : ere yet she grew 
 
 To this deep-laid indissoluble state, 
 
 Where Wealth and Commerce lift their golden heads; 
 
 And o'er our labours, Liberty and Law, 
 
 Impartial, watch; the wonder of a world! 
 
 What is this mighty breath, ye sages, say. 
 That, in a powerful language, felt, not heard, 
 Instructs the fowls of heaven ! and through their breast 
 These arts of love diffuses? What, but God! 
 Inspiring God! who, boundless Spirit all. 
 And unremitting Energy, pervades, 
 Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole. 
 He ceaseless works alone; and yet alone 
 Seems not to work : With such perfection fram'd 
 Is this complex stupendous scheme of things. 
 
 But, though conceal'd, to every purer eye 
 Th' informing Author in his works appears: 
 Chief, lovely Spring! in thee, and thy soft scenes, 
 The Smiling God is seen; while water, earth 
 And air, attest his bounty, which exalts 
 The brute creation to this finer thought. 
 And annual melts their undesigning hearts 
 Profusely thus in tenderness and joy. 
 Still let my song a nobler note assume, 
 And sing th' infusive force of Spring on man; 
 When heaven and earth, as if contending, vie 
 To raise his being, and serene his soul. 
 Can he forbear to join the general smile 
 Of nature ? Can fierce passions vex his breast, 
 While every gale h peace, and every grove 
 
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 Is melody ? Hence ! from the bounteous walks 
 
 Of flowing Spring, ye sordid sons of earth. 
 
 Hard, and unfeeling of another's wo; 
 
 Or only lavish to yourselves; away! 
 
 But come, ye generous minds, in whose wide thought. 
 
 Of all his works, creative Bounty buuis 
 
 With warmest beam; and on your open front 
 
 And liberal eye, sits, from his dark retreat 
 
 Inviting modest Want. Nor, till invok'd. 
 
 Can restless goodness wait: your active search 
 
 Leaves no cold wintry corner unexplor'd; 
 
 Like silent-working Heaven, surprising oft 
 
 The lonely heart with unexpected good. 
 
 For you the roving spirit of the wind 
 Blows Spring abroad; for you the teeming clouds 
 Descend in gladsome plenty o'er the world; 
 And the sun sheds his kindest rays for you, 
 Ye flower of human race! In these green days. 
 Reviving Sickness lifts her languid head; 
 Life flows afresh; and young-eyed Health exalts 
 The whole creation round. Contentment walks 
 The sunny glade, and feels an inward bliss 
 Spring o'er his mind, beyond the power of kings 
 To purchase. Pure serenity apace 
 Induces thought and contemplation still. 
 By swift degrees the love of Nature works 
 And warms the bosom; till at last subiim'd 
 To rapture, and enthusiastic heat; 
 W'e feel the present Deity, and taste 
 The joy of God to see a happy world ! 
 
 These are the sacred feelings of thy heart. 
 Thy heart inform'd by reason's purer ray, 
 O Lyttelton, the friend! thy passions thus 
 And meditations vary, as at large, 
 Courting the Muse, thro' Hagley Park thou stray'st: 
 Thy British Tempc! there along the dale, 
 With woods o'erhung, and shagg'd with mossy rocks. 
 Whence on each hand the gushing waters play, 
 And down the rough cascade white-dashing fall. 
 Or gleam in lengthen'd vista through the trees. 
 
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 You silent steal; or sit beneath the shade 
 
 Of solemn oaks, that tuft the swelling mounts, 
 
 Thrown graceful round by Nature's careless hand. 
 
 And pensive listen to the various voice 
 
 Of rural peace: the herds, the flocks, the birds, 
 
 The holiow-whispcring breeze, the plaint of rills. 
 
 That, purling down amid the twisted roots 
 
 Which creep around, their dewy murmurs shake 
 
 On the sooth'd ear. From these abstracted oft. 
 
 You wander through the philosophic world; 
 
 Where in bright train continual wonders rise. 
 
 Or to the curious or the pious eye. 
 
 And oft, conducted by historic truth. 
 
 You tread the long extent of backward time: 
 
 Planning, with Avarm benevolence of mind, 
 
 And honest zeal, unwarp'd by party-rage, 
 
 Britannia's weal; how from the venal gulph 
 
 To raise her virtue, and her arts revive. 
 
 Or, turning thence thy view, these graver thoughts, 
 
 The Muses charm: while, with sure taste refin'd, 
 
 You draw th' inspiring breath of ancient song; 
 
 Till nobly rises, emulous, thy own. 
 
 Perhaps thy lov'd Lucinda shares thy walk. 
 With soul to thine attun'd. Then Nature all 
 Wears to the lover's eye a look of love; 
 And all the tumult of a guilty world. 
 Tost by ungenerous passions, sinks away. 
 The tender heart is animated peace; 
 And as it pours its copious treasures forth, 
 In varied converse, s^oftening every theme. 
 You, frequent-pausing, turn, and from her eyes. 
 Where meeken'd sense, and amiable grace. 
 And livel}'- sweetness dwell, enraptur'd drink 
 That nameless spirit of ethereal joy, 
 Unutterable happiness ! which love 
 Alone bestows, and on a favour'd few. 
 Meantime you gain the height, from whose fair brow 
 The bursting prospect spreads immense around: 
 And snatch'd o'er hill and dale, and wood and lawn, 
 And verdant field, and darkening heath between. 
 
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 And villages embosom'b soft in trees, 
 
 And spiry towns by surging columns mark'd 
 
 Of household smoke, your eye excursive roams: 
 
 Wide-stretching from the hall, in whose kind haunt 
 
 The hospitable Genius lingers still. 
 
 To where the broken landscape, by degrees. 
 
 Ascending, roughens into rigid hills; 
 
 O'er which the Cambrian mountains, like far clouds 
 
 That skirt the blue horizon, dusky rise. 
 
 Flush'd by the spirit of the genial year. 
 Now from the virgin's cheek a fresher bloom 
 .Shoots, less and less, the live carnation round; 
 Her lips blush deeper sweets; she breathes of youth; 
 The shining moisture swells into her eyes. 
 In brighter tlow; her wishing bosom heaves, 
 With palpitations wild; kind tumults seize 
 Her veins, and all her yielding soul is love. 
 From the keen gaze her lover turns away, 
 Full of the dear ecstatic power, and sick 
 With sighing languishment. Ah, then, ye Fair! 
 Be greatly cautious of your sliding hearts: 
 Dare not th' infectious sigh; the pleading look, 
 Down-cast, and low, in meek submission dress'd. 
 But full of guile. Let not the fervent tongue, 
 Prompt to deceive, with adulation smooth, 
 Gain on your purpos'd will. Nor in the bower. 
 Where woodbines flaunt, and roses shed a couch, 
 While Evening draws her crimson curtains round. 
 Trust your soft minutes witli betraying Man 
 
 And let th' aspiring youth beware of love. 
 Of the smooth glance beware; for 'tis too late. 
 When on his heart the torrent-softness pours; 
 Then wisdom prostrate lies, and fading fame 
 Dissolves in air away; while the fond soul, 
 Wrapt in gay visions of unreal bliss. 
 Still paints th' illusive form; the kindling grace, 
 Th' enticing smile; the modest-seeming eye, 
 Beneath whose beauteous beams, belying heaven, 
 Lurk searchless cunning, cruelty, and death; 
 And still, false-warbling in his cheated ear, 
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54 SPRING. 
 
 Her sjTen voice, enchanting, draws him on 
 To guileful shores, and meads of fatal joy. 
 
 E'en present, in the very lap of love 
 Inglorious laid, while music flows around. 
 Perfumes, and oils, and wine, and wanton hours; 
 An)id the roses fierce Repentance rears 
 Her snaky crest; a quick-returning pang 
 Shoots thro' the conscious heart; where honour still, 
 And great design, against the oppressive load 
 Of luxury, by tits impatient heave. 
 
 But absent, what fantastic woes, arous'd. 
 Rage in each thought, by restless musing fed. 
 Chill the warm check, and blast the bloom of life? 
 Neglected Fortune fiics; and sliding swift, 
 Prone into ruin, fall his scorn'd affairs. 
 'Tis naught but gloom around: the darken'd sua 
 Loses his light. The rosy-bosom'd Spring 
 To weeping Fancy pines; and yon brigh arch, 
 Contracted, bends into a dusky vault. 
 All Nature fades exlmct; and she alone 
 Heard, felt, and seen, possesses every thought, 
 Fills every sense, and p;ints in every vein. 
 Book;-; are but formal duiness, tedious friends; 
 And sad amid the social band he sits, 
 Lonel}^ and inattentive. From his tongue 
 Th' unfinish'd period falls: wf-.ile, borne away 
 Cn welling thought, his wafted spirit flies 
 To the vain bosom of his distant fair; 
 And leaves the semblance of a lover, fix'd 
 In melancholy site, with head declin'd, 
 And love-dejected eyes. Sudden he starts, 
 Shook from his tender trance, and restless runs 
 To glimmering shades, and sympathetic glooms. 
 Where the dun umbrage o'er the falling stream, 
 Koraantic, hangs; there through the pensive dusk 
 Strays, in heart-lhnlling meditation lost. 
 Indulging all to love: or on tlie bank 
 Thrown, amid drooping lilies, swells the breeze 
 With sighs unceasing, and the brook with tears. 
 Thus in soft anguish he coasumes the day, 
 
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 Nor quits his deep retirement, till the Moon 
 Peeps through the chambers of the fleecy East, 
 Enlightened by degrees, and in her train 
 Leads on the gentle hours; then forth he walks, 
 Beneath the trembling languish of her beam, 
 With softened soul, and wooes the bird of eve 
 To mingle woes with his; or, while the world 
 And all the sons of Care lie hush'd in sleep. 
 Associates with the midnight-shadows drear; 
 And, sighing to the lonely taper, pours 
 His idly-tortur'd heart into the page, 
 Meant for the moving messenger of love; 
 Where rapture burns on rapture, every line 
 With rising frenzy fired. But if on bed 
 Delirious flung, sleep from his pillow flies: 
 All night he tosses, nor the balmy power 
 In any posture finds; till the gray morn 
 I>iits her pale lustre on the paler wretch, 
 Exanimate by love: and then perhaps 
 Exhausted Nature sinks a while to rest, 
 Still interrupted by distracted dreams, 
 That o'er the sick imagination rise, 
 And in black colours paint the mimic scene.. 
 Oft with th' enchantress of his soul he talks; 
 .Sometim.es in crowds distress'd; or if retir'd 
 To secret-winding flower-enwoven bowers. 
 Far from the dull impertinence of Man, • 
 Just as he, credulous, his endlsss cares 
 Begins to lose in blind oblivious love, 
 Snatch'd from her yielding hand, he knows not how,. 
 Thro' forests huge, and long untravell'd heaths 
 With desolation brown, he wanders waste, 
 In niglit and tempest wrapt; or shrinks aghast, 
 Back, from the bending precipice; or wades 
 The turbid stream below, and strives to reach 
 The further shore; where, succourless and sad. 
 She with extended arms his aid implores; 
 But strives in vain: borne by th' outrageous flood 
 To distance down, he rides the ridgy wave, 
 eddy., sinks. 
 
56 SPRING. 
 
 These are the charming agonies of love, 
 Whose misery delights. But through the heart 
 Should jealousy its venom once diffuse, 
 'Tis then delightful misery no more, 
 But agony unmix'd, incessant gall, 
 Corroding every thought, and blasting all 
 Love's paradise. Ye fairy prospects, then. 
 Ye beds of roses, and ye bowers of joy, 
 Farewell ! ye gleamings of departed peace, 
 Shine out your last! the yellow-tinging plague 
 Internal vision taints,. and in a night 
 Of livid gloom imagination wraps 
 Ah, then! instead of love-enlivened cheeks, 
 Of sunny features, and of ardent eyes 
 With flowing rapture bright, dark looks succeed, 
 Suffus'd and glaring with untender fire; 
 A clouded aspect, and a burning cheek, 
 Where the whole poison'd soul, malignant, sits, 
 And frightens love away. Ten thousand fears 
 Invented wild, ten thousand frantic views 
 Of horrid rivals, hanging on the charms 
 For which he melts in fondness, eat him up 
 With fervent anguish, and consuming rage. 
 In vain reproaches lend their idle aid, 
 Deceitful pride, and resolution frail, 
 Giving false peace a moment. Fancy pours 
 Afresh, her beauties on his busy thought, 
 Her first endearments twining round the soul. 
 With all the witchcraft of ensnaring love. 
 Straight the fierce storm involves his mind anew, 
 Flames thro' the nerves, and boils along the veins; 
 While anxious doubt distracts the tortur'd heart: 
 For e'en the sad assurance of his fears 
 Were ease to what he feels. Thus the warm youth. 
 Whom Love deludes into his thorny wilds. 
 Through flowery-tempting ))aths, or leads a life 
 Of fever'd rapture, or of cruel care; 
 His brightest flames extinguish'd all, and all 
 His lively moments running down to waste. 
 
 But happy they! the happiest of their kind! 
 
SPRING. 5, 
 
 "Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate 
 
 Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend, 
 
 'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws. 
 
 Unnatural oft, and foreign to the mind, 
 
 That binds their peace; but harmony itself, 
 
 Attuning all their passions into love; 
 
 Where friendship full exerts her softest power, 
 
 Perfect esteem, enlivened by desire 
 
 Ineffable, and sympathy of soul; 
 
 Thought meeting thought, and will preventing will,. 
 
 With. boundless confidence: for n?ught but love 
 
 Can answer love, and render bliss secure. 
 
 Let him, ungenerous, who^ alone intent 
 
 To bless himself, from sordid parents buys 
 
 The loathing virgin, in eternal care, 
 
 Well-merited, consume his nights and days: 
 
 Let barbarous nations, whose inhumaiv love 
 
 Is wild desire, fierce as the suns they feel; 
 
 Let eastern tyrants, from the light of Heaven 
 
 Seclude their bosom-slaves, meanly possess'd 
 
 Of a mere lifeless, violated form: 
 
 While those whom love cements m holy faith, 
 
 And equal transport, free as Nature live. 
 
 Disdaining fear. What is the world to them. 
 
 Its pomp, its pleasure, and its nonsense all! 
 
 Who in each other clasp whatever fair 
 
 High fancy forms, and lavish hearts can wish; 
 
 Something than beauty dearer, should they look 
 
 Or on the mind, or mind-illumin'd face; 
 
 Truth, goodness, honour, harmony and love, 
 
 The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven. 
 
 Meantime a smiling offspring rises round , 
 
 And mingles both their graces. By degrees,. 
 
 The human blosisom blows; and every day, 
 
 Soft as it rolls along, shows some new charm ^ 
 
 The father's lustre, and the mother's bloom. 
 
 Then infant reason grows apace, and calls 
 
 For the kind hand of an assiduous care. 
 
 Delightful task! to rear the tender thought. 
 
 To teach the young idea how to shoot. 
 
58 SPRING. 
 
 To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind. 
 To breathe th' enlivening spirit, and to fix 
 The generous purpose jn the glowing breast. 
 Oh speak the joy ! ye, whom the sudden tear 
 Surprises often, while you look around. 
 And nothing strikes your eye but sights of bliss, 
 All various Nature pressing on the heart; 
 An elegant sufficiency, content, 
 Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books. 
 Ease and alternate labour, useful life, 
 Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven. 
 These are the matchless joys of virtuous love. 
 And thus their moments fly. The seasons thus. 
 As ceaseless round a jarring world they roll, 
 Still find them happy, and consenting Spring 
 Sheds her own rosy garland on their heads: 
 Till evening comes at last, serene and mild; 
 When, after the long vernal day of life, 
 Enamour'd more, as more remembrance swells 
 With many a proof of recollected love. 
 Together down they sink in social sleep; 
 Together freed, their gentle spirits fly 
 To scenes where love and bliss immortal reign. 
 
SUMMER. 
 
THE ARGUMENT. 
 
 'i lie subject pixiposetl. Invocation. Addrtss to Mr. Dodiagtond 
 An introductory reflection on the motion of the heavenly bo- 
 dies ; whence the succession of the seasons. As the face of 
 Nature in this season is almost uniform, the progress of the 
 poem is a description of a summer's day. The dawn. Sun- 
 rising. Hymn to the sun. Fore-n on. Summer-insects de- 
 scribed. Hay-making. Sheep-shtarsng. Noon-day. A 
 woodland retreat. Group of herds and flocks. A solemn 
 grove : how it affects a contemplative mind. A cataract, and 
 rude scene. View of Summer in the torrid zone. Storm of 
 thunder and lightning. A tale. The storm over, a serene af- 
 ternoon, Bathing. Hour of walking. Transition to the pros- 
 pect of a rich, well-cultivated country, which introduces a 
 panegyric on Great Britain. Sun-set. Evening. Night. 
 Summer-meteors. A Comet. The whole concluding with 
 the praise of philosophy. 
 
SUMMER 
 
 Prom brightening fields of ether fair disclos'd^ 
 Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes; 
 In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth: 
 He comes attended by the sultry Hours, 
 And ever-fanning Breezes, on his way; 
 While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring 
 Averts her blushful face; and earth, and skies, 
 All-smiling, to his hot dominion leaves. 
 
 Hence, let me haste into the mid-wood shade. 
 Where scarce a sun-beam wanders through the gloom: 
 And on the dark-green grass, beside the brink 
 Of haunted stream, that by the roots of oak 
 Rolls o'er the rocky channel, lie at large. 
 And sing the glories of the circling year. 
 
 Come, Inspiration! from thy hermit-seat. 
 By mortal seldom found: may Fancy dare 
 From thy fix'd serious eye, and raptur'd glance 
 Shot on surrounding Heaven, to steal one look 
 Creative of the Poet, every power 
 Exalting to an ecstacy of soul. 
 
 And thou, my youthful muse's early friend, 
 In whom the human graces all unite: 
 Pure light of mind, and tenderness of heart; 
 Genius, and wisdom; the gay social sense. 
 By decency chastis'd; goodness and wit. 
 In seldom-meeting harmony combin'd; 
 Unblemish'd honour, and an active zeal 
 For Britain's glory. Liberty, and Man: 
 O Dodington ! attend my rural song, 
 Stoop to my theme, inspirit every line. 
 And teach me to deserve thy just appliiuse. 
 
 With what an awful world-revolving power 
 F 
 
62 
 
 BUMMER. 
 
 Were first th' unwieldy planets launched along 
 Th' illimitable void! Thus to remain. 
 Amid the flux of many thousand years, 
 That oft has swept the toiling race of men 
 And all their labour'd monuments away, 
 Firm, unremitting, matchless, in their course; 
 To the kind-temper'd chapge of night and day, 
 And of the seasons ever stealing round, 
 Minutely faithful: Such th' All-perfect Hand! 
 That pois'd, impels, and rules the steady whole. 
 
 When now no more th' alternate Twins are fir'd, 
 And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze. 
 Short is the doubtful empire of the night; 
 And soon, observant of approaching day, 
 The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews. 
 At first faint-gleaming in the dappled cast: 
 Till far o'er ether spreads the widening glow; 
 And, from before the lustre of her face, 
 White break the cloudr? away. With quicken'd step. 
 Brown night retires: Young Day pours in apace, 
 And opens all the lawny prospect wide. 
 The dripping rock, the mountains misty top, 
 Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn. 
 Blue, through the dusk, the smoking currents shine ; 
 And from the bla;ded field the fearful hare 
 Limps, awkward: while along the forest glade 
 The wild deer trip, and. often turning, gaz6 
 At early passenger. Music awakes 
 The native voice of undissembled joy; 
 And thick around the woodland hymns arise 
 Rous'd by the cock, the soon-clad shepherd leaves^ 
 His mossy cottage, where with peace he dwells, 
 And from the crowded fold, in order, drives 
 His flock, to taste the verdure of the morn. 
 
 Falsely luxurious, will not man awake. 
 And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy 
 The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, 
 To meditation due and sacred song? 
 For is there ought in sleep can charm the wise ? 
 To lie in dead oblivion, losing half 
 
SUilMER. 63 
 
 The fleeting moments of too short a life; 
 
 Total extinction of th' enlightened soul ! 
 
 Or else to feverish vanity alive, 
 
 Wildered , and tossing through distemper'd dreams r 
 
 Who would in such a gloomy state remain 
 
 Longer than Nature craves; when every Muse 
 
 And every blooming pleasure wait without. 
 
 To bless the wildly-devious m.orning walk ? 
 
 But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, 
 Rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, 
 The kindling azure, and the mountain's brow 
 Illum'd with fluid gold, his near approach 
 Betoken glad. Lo! now, apparent all. 
 Aslant the dew-bright earth, and colour'd air. 
 He looks in boundless majesty abroad; 
 And sheds the shining day, that burnish'd plays 
 On rocks, and hills, and tow'rs. and wand'ring streams, 
 High-gleaming from afar. Prime cheerer Light! 
 Of all material beings first, and best! 
 Efflux divine! Nature's resplendent robe! 
 Without whose vesting beauty all were wrapt 
 In unessential gloom; and thou, O Sun! 
 Soul of surrounding worlds ! in whom best seen 
 Shines out thy Maker! may I sing of thee? 
 
 'Tis by thy secret, strong, attractive force, 
 As with a chain indissoluble bound. 
 Thy system rolls entire: from the far bourne 
 Of utmost Saturn, wheeling wide his round 
 Of thirty years; to Mercury, whose disk 
 Can scarce be caught by philosophic eye, 
 Lost in the near effulgence of thy blaze. 
 
 Informer of the planetary train ! 
 Without whose quick'ni ng glance their cumbrous orbg 
 Were brute unlovely mass, iniift and dead, 
 And not, as now, the green abodes of life ! 
 How many forms of being wait en thee! 
 Inhaling spirit; from the unfettered mind. 
 By thee sublim'd, down to the daily race. 
 The mixing myriads of thy setting bean;, 
 
 The vegetable WQiid is also thine. 
 
64 SUMMER. 
 
 Parent of Seasons I who the pomp precede 
 
 That waits thy throne, as through thy vast domain. 
 
 Annual, along tlie bright ecliptic road. 
 
 In world-rejoicing state, it moves sublime. 
 
 Meantime th' expecting nations, circled gay 
 
 With all the various tribes of foodful earth. 
 
 Implore thy bounty, or send grateful up 
 
 A common hymn: while, round thy beaming car. 
 
 High-seen, the Seasons lead, in sprightly dance 
 
 Harmonious knit, the rosy-finger'd Hours, 
 
 The Zephyrs floating loose, the timely Rains, 
 
 Of bloom ethereal the light-footed Dews, 
 
 And softened into joy the surly Storms. 
 
 These, in successive turn, with lavish hand, 
 
 Shower every beauty, every fragrance shower. 
 
 Herbs, flowers, and fruits; till, kindling at thy touch 
 
 From land to land is flush'd the vernal year. 
 
 Nor to the surface of enlivened earth, 
 Graceful with hills, and dales, and leafy woods. 
 Her liberal tresses, is thy force confin'd: 
 But, to the bowel'd cavern darting deep, 
 The mineral kinds confess thy ihighty power. 
 Effulgent, hence the veiny marble shines; 
 Hence Labour draws his tools; hence burnish'd War 
 Gleams on the day; the nobler works of Peace 
 Hence bless mankind, and generous Commerce binds 
 The round of nations in a golden chain. 
 
 The unfruitful rock itself, impregn'd by thee. 
 In dark retirement forms the lucid stone. 
 The lively diamond drinks thy purest rays. 
 Collected light, compact; that, polish'd bright. 
 And all its native lustre let abroad, 
 Dares, as it sparkles on the fair one's breastj 
 With vain ambition ^ulate her eyes. 
 At thee the ruby lights its deepening glow. 
 And v*'ith a waving radiancfe inward flames. 
 From thee the sapphire, solid ether, takes 
 Its hue cerulian; and, of evening tinct. 
 The purple-streaming amethyst is thine. 
 With thy own smile the yellow topaz burns. 
 
SUMMER. 63 
 
 Nor deeper verdure dyes the robe of Spring, 
 
 When first she gives it to the southern gale, 
 
 T an the green emerald shows. But, all combin'd, 
 
 Thick through the whitening opal play thy beams; 
 
 Or, flying several from its surface, form 
 
 A trembling variance of revolving hues. 
 
 As the site varies in the gazer's hand. 
 
 The very dead creation^ from thy touch. 
 Assumes a mimic life. By thee refin'd. 
 In brighter mazes the relucent stream 
 Plays o'er the mead. The precipice abrupt. 
 Projecting horror on the blackened flood. 
 Softens at thy return. The desert joys 
 Wildly, through all his melancholy bounds. 
 Rude ruins glitter; and the briny deep, 
 Seen from some point" d promontory's top. 
 Far to the blue horizon's utmost verge. 
 Restless, reflects a floating gleam. But this. 
 And all the much-transported Muse can sing. 
 Are to thy beauty, dignity, and use, 
 Unequal far; great delegated source 
 Of light, and life, and grace, and joy below! 
 
 How shall I then attempt to sing of Him [ 
 Who, Light HiMSELr, in uncreated light 
 Invested deep, dwells awfully retir'd 
 From mortal eye, or angel's purer ken; 
 Whose single smile has, from the first of time, 
 Fill'd, overflowing, all those lamps of Heaven, 
 That beam for ever throu,9;h the boundless sky: 
 But, should he hide his face, the astonish'd sun. 
 And all the extinguish'd stars, would loosening reel 
 Wide from their spheres, and Chaos come again. 
 
 And yet was every faultering tongue of Man, 
 Almighty Father! silent in thy praise; 
 Thy works themselves would rai.-^e a general voice, 
 Even in the depth of solitary woods 
 By human foot untrod; proclaim thy power, 
 And to the choir celestial Thee resound, 
 Th' eternal cause, support, and end of all I 
 
 To me be Nature's volume broad-display'd; 
 
66 SUMMER. 
 
 And to peruse its all-instructing page. 
 Or. haply catching inspiration thence, 
 Some easy passage, raptur'd, to translate, 
 My sole delight; as through the falling glooms 
 Pensive I stray, or, with the rising dawn, 
 On Fancy's eagle-wing excursive soar. 
 
 Now, flaming up the heavens, the potent sun 
 Melts into limpid air the Wgh-rais'd clouds, 
 And morning fogs, that hover'd round the hills. 
 In party-colour'd bands; till wide unveil'd 
 The face of Nature shines, from where earth seems., 
 Far stretch'd around, to meet the bending sphere. 
 
 Half in a bush of clustering roses lost, 
 Dew-dropping Coolness to the shade retires; 
 There, on the verdant turf, or flowery bed. 
 By gelid founts and careless rills to muse ; 
 While tyrant Heat, dispreading through the sky^ 
 With rapid swa)^, his burning influence darts 
 On man, and beast, and herb, and tepid stream. 
 
 Who can unpitying see the flowery race, 
 Shed by the morn, their new-flush'd bloom resign 
 Before the parching beam? So fade the fair. 
 When fevers revel through their azure veins. 
 But one, the lofty follower of the Sun, 
 Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves. 
 Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns,. 
 Points her enamour'd bosom to his ray. 
 
 Home, from his morning-task, the swain retreats; 
 His flock before him stepping to the fold; 
 While the full-udder'd mother lows around 
 The cheerful cottage, then expecting food. 
 The food of innocence and health! The daw, 
 The rook and magpie, to the gray-grown oaks. 
 That the calm village in their verdant arms, 
 Sheltering, embrace, direct their lazy flight; 
 Where on the mingling boughs they sit embower'd 
 All the hot noon, till cooler hours arise. 
 Faint, underneath, the household fowls convene: 
 And, in a corner of the buzzing shade, 
 The house-dog, with the vacant grayhoundj lies. 
 
SUMMER. bi 
 
 Out-gtretclvd, and sleepy. In his slumbers one 
 Attacks the nightly thief, and one exults 
 O'er hill and dale; till, wakened by the wasp, 
 They starting snap. Nor shall the Muse disdain 
 To let the little noisy summer-race 
 Live in her lay, and flutter through her song: 
 Not mean, though simple; to the sun allied. 
 From him they draw their animating fire. 
 
 Wak'd by his warmer ray, the reptile young 
 Come wing'd abroad; by the light air upborne p 
 Lighter, and full of soul. From every chink, 
 And secret corner, where they slept away 
 The wint'ry storms; or rising from their tombs. 
 To higher life; by myriads, forth at once. 
 Swarming they pour; of all the varied hues 
 Their beauty-beaming parent can disclose. 
 
 Ten thousand forms ! ten thousand different tribes I 
 People the blaze. To sunny waters some 
 By fatal instinct fly; where on the pool 
 They, sportive, wheel; or, sailing down the stream. 
 Are snatch'd immediate by the quick-eyed trout. 
 Or darting salmon. Through the green-wood glade 
 Some love to stray; there lodg'd, amus'd and fed. 
 In the fresh leaf. Luxurious, others make 
 The meads their choice; and visit every flower, 
 And every latent herb: for the sweet task. 
 To propagate their kinds, and where to wrap. 
 In what soft beds their young yet undisclos'd, 
 Employs their tender care. Some to the house. 
 The fold, and dairy, hungry, bend their flight; 
 Sip round the pail, or taste the curdling cheese: 
 Oft inadvertent, from the milky stream 
 They meet their fate; or, weltering in the bowl. 
 With powerless wings around them wrapt, expire. 
 
 But chief to heedless flies the window proves 
 A constant death; where, gloomily retir'd. 
 The villain spider lives, cunning and fierce. 
 Mixture abhorr'd ! Amid a mangled heap 
 Of carcasses, in eager watch he sits, 
 O'erlooking all his waiving snares around. 
 
68 SUMMER. 
 
 Near the dire cell the dreadless wanderer oft 
 Passes, as oft the ruffian shows his front; 
 They prey at last ensnar'd, he dreadful darts, 
 With rapid g'ide, along the leaning line; 
 And fixing in the wretch his cruel fnngs. 
 Strikes baccward, grimly pleas'd: the fluttering wing. 
 And shriller sound, declare extreme distress, 
 And ask the helping hospitable hmd. 
 
 Resounds the living surface of the ground: 
 Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum, 
 To him who muses through the woods at noonj 
 Or drowsy shepherd, as he lies reclin'd, 
 With half-shot eyes, beneath the floating shade 
 Of willows gray, close-crowding o'er the brook. 
 
 Gradual, from these what numerous kinds descend. 
 Evading e'en the microscopic eye! 
 Full nature swarms with life; one wondrous mass 
 Of animals, or atoms organiz'd. 
 Waiting the vital breath, when Parent-Heaven 
 Shall bid his spirit blow. The hoary fen, 
 In putrid steams, emits the living cloud 
 Of pestilence. Through subterranean cells, 
 Where searching sun-beams scarce can find a war^ 
 Eirth animated heaves. The flowery leaf 
 Wants not its soft inhabitants. Secure, 
 Wit'.iin its winding citadel, the stone 
 Holds multitudes. Rut chief the forest-boughs. 
 That dance unaumber'd to the playful breez-e. 
 The downy orchard, and the melting pulp 
 Of mellow fruit, the nameless nations feed 
 Of evanescent insects. Where the pool 
 Stands mantled o'er with green, invisible, 
 Amid the floating verdure millions stray. 
 Eich liquid too, whether it pierces, soothes. 
 Inflames, refreshes, or exalts the taste. 
 With various forms abounds. Nor is the stream 
 Of purest crystal, nor the lucid air, 
 Thou, h one transparent vacancy it seems, 
 Void of their unseen people. These, conceaFd 
 By the kind art of forming Heaven, escape 
 
SUMMER. 69 
 
 The grosser eye of Man: for, if the worlds 
 In worlds enclos'd should on his senses burst, 
 From cates ambrosial, and the nectar'd bowl. 
 He would, abhorrent, turn; and in dead night, 
 When silence sleeps o'er all, be stun'd with noise. 
 
 Let no presuming impious railer tax 
 Creative Wisdom, as if aught was form'd 
 In vain, or not for admirable ends. 
 Shall little haughty ignorance pronounce 
 His works unwise, of which the smallest part 
 Exceeds the narrow vision of her mind? 
 As if upon a full-proportion'd dome. 
 On swelling columns heav'd, the pride of art, 
 A critic-fly, whose feeble ray scarce spreads 
 An inch around, with blind presumption bold, 
 Should dare to tax the structure of the whole. 
 And lives the Man, whose universal eye 
 Has swept at once th' unbounded scheme of things; 
 Mark'd their dependence so, and firm accord. 
 As with unfaultering accent to conclude 
 That this availeth naught? Has any seen 
 The mighty chain of beings, lessening down 
 From Infinite Perfection to the brink 
 Of dreary Nothing, desolate abyss ! 
 From which astonish'd thought, recoiling, turns ? 
 Till then alone let zealous praise ascend. 
 And hymns of holy wonder, to that Power, 
 Whose wisdom shines as lovely on our minds. 
 As on our smiling eyes his servant sun. 
 
 Thick, in yon stream of light, a thousand ways. 
 Upward, and downward, thwarting, and convolv'd. 
 The quivering nations sport; till, tempest-wing'd, 
 Fierce Winter sweeps them from the face of day. 
 Even so luxurious men, unheeding, pass 
 An idle summer-life in fortune's shine, 
 A season's glitter ! Thus they flutter on 
 From toj- to toy, from vanity to vice; 
 Till, blown away by death, oblivion comes 
 '^«hind, and strikes them from the book of life, 
 N'ow swarms the village o'er the jovial mead : 
 
TO SUMMER. 
 
 The rustic youth, brown with mericli<;ai toiJ^, 
 Healthful antl strong; full as the summer rose 
 Blown by prevailiiig suns, the ruddy maid, 
 Half-naked, swelling on the sight, and all 
 Her kindled graces burning o'er her cheek. 
 E'en stooping age is here; and infant hands 
 Trail the long rake, or, with the fragrant load 
 O'ercharg'd, amid the kind oppression roll. 
 Wide flies the tedded grain; all in a row 
 Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field. 
 They spread their breathing harvest to the sun, 
 That throws refreshful round a rural smell: 
 Or, as they rake the green-r.ppearing ground. 
 And drive the dusky wave along the mead, 
 The russet hay-cock rises thick behind, 
 In order g;ay. While heard from dale to dale. 
 Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice 
 Of happy labour, love, and social glee. 
 
 Or rushing thence, in one diffusive band, 
 They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dog 
 OompellVl, to where the mazy-running brook 
 Forms a deep pool: this bank abrupt and high. 
 And that fair-spjeading in a pebbled shore. 
 Urg'd to the giddy brink, much is the toil, 
 The clamour much, of men, and boys, and dogs, 
 Kie the soft fearful people to the flood 
 Commit their woolly sides. And oft the swain. 
 On .some in;patient seizing, hurls them in: 
 PwBboiden'd then, nor hesitating more. 
 Fast, fast, they plunge amid the flashing wave. 
 And, panting, labour to the farthest shore. 
 Kepeatedthis, till deep the well-wash'd fleece 
 Has drunk the flood, and from his iivoly haunt 
 The trout is banish'd by the sordid stream; 
 Heavy, and dripping, to the breezy brow 
 Slow move ihe harmless race: where, as they spread 
 Their swelling treasures to the sunny ray, 
 Inly disturb'd, and vA^ondering what this wild 
 Outrageous tumult means, their loud complaints 
 The country fill; and, toss'd from rock to rcck^ 
 
SUMMER. rl 
 
 Incessant Heatings run around the hills. 
 At last, of snowy white, the gathered flocks 
 Are in the wattled pen innumernus press'd, 
 Head above head; and, rang'd in lusty rows. 
 The shepherds sit, and wliet the sounding shears. 
 The housewife waits to roll her fleecy stores, 
 >Vith all her gay-dress'd maids attending round. 
 One, chief, in gracious dignity enthron'd, 
 Shines o'er the rest, the pastoral queen, and rays 
 Her smiles, sweet-beaming, on her shepherd-king; 
 While the glad circle round them yield their souls 
 To festive mirth, ar:d wit that knows no gall. 
 Meantive, their joyous task goes on apace: 
 Some mingling stir the melted tar, and some. 
 Deep on the new-shorn vagrant's heaving side 
 To stamp his master's cj^pher, ready stand, 
 Others th' unwilling wether drag along; 
 And, glorying in his might, the sturdy boy 
 Holds by the twisted horns th' indignant ram. 
 Behold, where bound, and of its robe bereft, 
 By needy Man, that all-depending lord, 
 How meek, how patient, the mild creature lies? 
 What softness in its melancholy face. 
 What dumb complaining innocence appears! 
 Fear not, ye gentle tribes, 'tis riot the knife 
 Of horrid slaughter that is o'er you wav'd; 
 No, 'tis the tender swain's well-guided shears. 
 Who having now, to pay his annual care. 
 Borrowed your fleece, to you a cumb'rous load, 
 Will send you bounding to your hills again. 
 
 A sim])le scene! yet hence Britannia sees 
 Her solid grandeur rise: hence she commands 
 Th' exalted stoves of every brighter clime^ 
 The treasures of the Sun without his rage: 
 Hence, fervent all, with culture, toil, and arts, 
 Wide glows her land: her dreadful thunder hence 
 Rides o'er the waves sublime, and now, e'en now. 
 Impending hangs o'er Gallia's humbled coast; 
 Hence rules the circling deep, and awes the world. 
 
 'Tis raging Noon; and, vertical, the Sun 
 
. Z SUMMER. 
 
 Darts on the head direct his forceful rays. 
 O'er heaven and earth, far as the ranging eye 
 Can sweep, a dazzling dehige reigns; and all 
 Prom pole to pole is undistinguish'd blaze. 
 In vain the sight, dejected to the ground. 
 Stoops for relief; thence hot-ascending streams. 
 And keen reflection, pain. Deep to the root 
 Of vegetation parch'd, the cleaving fields 
 And slippery lawn an aride hue disclose, 
 Blast Fancy's bloom, and wither e'en the soul. 
 Echo no more returns the cheerful sound 
 Of sharpening scythe ; the mower sinking heaps 
 O'er him the humid hay, with flowers perfum'd; 
 And scarce a chirping grasshopper is heard 
 Thro' the dumb mead. Distressful Nature pants; 
 The very streams looks languid from afar; 
 Or, thro' th' unshelter'd glade, impatient, seem 
 To hurl into the covert of the grove. 
 
 All-conquering Heat, oh, intermit thy wrath! 
 And on my throbbing temples potent thus 
 Beam not so fierce I Incessant still you flow. 
 And still another fervent flood succeeds, 
 Pour'd on the head profuse. In vain I sigh. 
 And restless turn, and look around for night; 
 Night is far off"; and hotter hours approach. 
 Thrice happy he ! who on the sunless side 
 Of a romantic mountaih, forest-crown'd 
 Beneath the whole collected shade reclines: 
 Or in the gelid caverns, woodbine- wrought, 
 And fresh bedew'd with ever-spouting streams. 
 Sits coolly calm; while all the world without. 
 Unsatisfied, and sick, tosses in noon. 
 Emblem instructive of the virtuous Man, 
 Who keeps his temper'd mind serene and pure. 
 And every passion aptly harmoniz'd. 
 Amid a jarring world with vice inflam'd. 
 
 Welcome, ye shades! ye bowery thickets, hail' 
 Ye lofty pines ! ye venerable oaks ! 
 Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep ! 
 Delicious is your shelter to the soul. 
 
SUMMF-R. / i> 
 
 As to the hunted hart the sallying spring:. 
 
 Or stream full-flowing, that his swelling sides 
 
 Laves, as he floats along the herbag'd brink. 
 
 Cool, thro' the nerves, your pleasing comfort glides; 
 
 The heart beats glad; the fresh-expanded eye 
 
 And ear resume their watch; the sinews knit; 
 
 And life shoots swift through all the lightened limbs. 
 
 Around tli' adjoining brook, that purls along 
 The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock, 
 Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool, 
 Now starting to a sudden stream , and now 
 Gently diflfus'd into a limpid plain; 
 A various group the herds and flocks compose , 
 Rural confusion I On the grassy bank 
 Some ruminating lie; while others stand 
 Half in the flood, and, often bending, sip 
 The circling surface. In the middle droops 
 The strong laborious ox, of honest front, 
 Which incompos'd he shakes; and from his sides 
 The troublous insects lashes with his tail, 
 Returning still. Amid his subjects safe, 
 Slumbers the monarch-swain; his careless arm 
 Thrown round his head, on downy moss sustained; 
 Here laid his script, with wholesome viands fili'd; 
 There, listening every noise, his watchful dog. 
 
 Light fly his slumbers, if perchance a flight 
 Of angry gad-flies fasten on the herd, 
 That startling scatters from the shallow brook. 
 In search of lavish stream. Tossing the foam 
 They scorn the keeper's voice, and scour the plains 
 Through all the bright severity of noon; 
 While from their labouring breasts, a hollow moan 
 Proceeding, runs low bellowing round the hills. 
 
 Oft in this season too, the horse, provok'd, 
 While his big sinews full of spirits swell, 
 Trembling with vigour, in the heat of blood. 
 Springs the high fence; and, o'er the field effus'd, 
 Darts on the gloomy flood, with steadfast eye, 
 And heart estrang'd to fear: his nervous chest. 
 Luxuriant, and erect, the seat of strength! 
 
74 SUMMFR. 
 
 Bears down th' opposing stream: quenchless his thirst J 
 
 He takes the river at redoubled draughts; 
 
 And with wide nostrils, snorting, skiniis the wave. 
 
 Still let me pierce into the midnight depth 
 Of yonder grove, of wildct, largest growth: 
 That, forming high in air a woodland choir. 
 Nods o'er the mount beneath. At every step. 
 Solemn, and slow, the shadows blacker fall. 
 And all is awful listening gloom around. 
 
 These are the haunts of Meditation, these 
 The scenes where ancient bards th' inspiring breath. 
 Ecstatic, felt; and, from this world retired, 
 Convers'd with angels, and immortal forms. 
 On gracious errands bent: to save the fall 
 Of virtue, struggling on the brink of vice; 
 In waking whispers and repeated dreams, 
 To hint pure thought, and warn the favour'd soul 
 For future trials fated to prepare; 
 To prompt the poet, who devoted gives 
 His muse to better themes; to sooth the pangs 
 Of dying worth, and from the patriot's breast 
 (Backward to mingle in detested war. 
 But foremost when engag'd) to turn the death; 
 And numberless such offices of love, 
 Daily, and nightly, zealous to perform. 
 
 Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky, 
 A thousand shapes or glide athwart the dusk. 
 Or stalk majestic on. Deep-rous'd, I feel 
 A sacred terror, a severe delight. 
 Creep through my mortal frame ; and thus, methinks^ 
 A voice, than human more, th' abstracted ear 
 Of fancy strikes: " Be not of us afraid, 
 Poor kindred Man ! thy fellow-creatu' es. We 
 From the same Parent-Power our beings drew. 
 The same our Lord, and laws, and great pursuit 
 Once some of us, like thee, through stormy life, 
 Toil'd, tempest-beaten, ere we could attain 
 This holy calm, this harmony of mind. 
 Where purity and peace immingle charms. 
 Then fear not us; but with responsive song. 
 
SUMMER. 75 
 
 Amid these dim recesses, undisturbed 
 
 By noisy folly and discordant vice. 
 
 Of Nature sing with us, and Nature's Gov, 
 
 Here frequent at the visionary hour, 
 
 When musing midnight reigns, or silent noon. 
 
 Angelic harps are in full concert heard. 
 
 And voices chanting from the wood-crown'd hill. 
 
 The deepening dale, or inmost sylvan glade: 
 
 A privilege bestow'd by us, alone, 
 
 On Contemplation, or the hallovi^'d ear 
 
 Of poet, swelHng to seraphic strain." 
 
 And art thou, Stanley,* of that sacred band? 
 Alas for us too soon ! Though rais'd above 
 The reach of human pain, above the flight 
 Of human joy; yet, vs^ith a mingled ray 
 Of sadly pleas'd remembrance, must thou feel 
 A mother's love, a mother's tender wo: 
 Who seeks thee still, in many a former scene; 
 Seeks thy fair form, thy lovely-beaming eyes. 
 Thy pleasing converse, by gay lively sense 
 Inspir'd: where moral wisdom mildly shone, 
 Without the toil of art; and virtue glow'd. 
 In all her smiles, without forbidding pride. 
 But, O thou best of parents! wipe thy tears; 
 Or rather to Parental Nature pay 
 The tears of grateful joy, who for a while 
 Lent thee this younger self, this opening bloom 
 Of thy enlightened mind and gentle worth. 
 Believe the Muse: the wintry blast of death 
 Kills not the buds of virtue; no, they spread. 
 Beneath the heavenly beam of brighter suns. 
 Through endless ages, into higher powers. 
 
 Thus up the mount, in airy vision wrapt, 
 I stray, regardless whither; till the sound 
 Of a near fall of water every sense [back, 
 
 Wakes from the charm of thought: swift-shrinking 
 I check my steps, and view the broken scene. 
 
 * A young lady, well known to the author, who died at the 
 
 age of eighteen, in the year 1733. 
 
Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood 
 Rolls fair, and placid; where collected all, 
 In one impetuous torrent, down the steep 
 It thundering shoots, and shakes the country roun4. 
 At first, an azure sheet, it rushes broad; 
 Then, whitening by degrees, as prone it falls. 
 And from the loud-resorting rocks below 
 Dash'd in a cloud of foam, it sends aloft 
 A hoary mist, and forms a ceaseless shower. 
 Nor can the toxtur'd wave here find repose; 
 But, raging still amid the shaggy rocks, 
 Now flashes o'er the scatter'd fragments, now 
 Aslant the ftollow channel, rapid darts; 
 And, falling fast from gradual slope to slope. 
 "With wild-infracted course, and lessened roars 
 It gains a safer bed, and steals, at last, 
 Along the mazes of the quiet vale. 
 
 Invned from the cliff, to whose dark brow 
 He Clings, the steep-ascending eagle soars, 
 With upward pinions through the flood of day; 
 And, giving full his bosom to the blaze, 
 Gains on the sun; while all the tuneful race, 
 Smit by th' afflictive noon, disorder'd droop, 
 Deep in the thicket; or, from bower to bower 
 Responsive, force an interrupted strain. 
 The stock-dove only through the forest coos. 
 Mournfully hoarse; oft ceasing from his plaint. 
 Short interval of weary wo ! again 
 The sad idea of his murder'd mate, 
 Struck from his side by savage fowler s guile, 
 Across his fancy comes; and then resounds 
 A louder song of sorrow through the grove. 
 
 Beside the dewy border let me sit. 
 All in the freshness of the humid air; 
 There in that hollowed rock, grotesque and wild^ 
 An ample chair, moss-lin'd, and over head 
 By flowering umbrage shaded; where the bee 
 Strays diligent, and with th' extracted balm 
 Of fragrant woodbine loads his little thigh. 
 
 Now, while I taste the sweetness of the shade* 
 
SUMVE^. 77 
 
 While Nature lies around deep-lullM in noon, 
 ISovf come, bold Fancy, spread a daring flight, 
 And view the wonders of the torrid zone: 
 Climes unrelenting ! with whose rage compared. 
 Yon blaze is feeble, and yon skies are cool. 
 See, how at once the bright effulgent sun, 
 Rising direct, swift chases from the sky 
 The short-liv'd twilight; and with ardent blaze 
 Looks gaily fierce throught all the dazzling air: 
 He mounts his throne; but kind before him sends, 
 Issuing from out the portals of the morn, 
 The general* Breeze, to mitigate his fire. 
 And breathe refreshment on a fainting world. 
 Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crown'd 
 And barbarous wealth, that see, each circling year. 
 Returning sunsf and double seasons pass: 
 Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines. 
 That on the high equator ridgy rise, 
 Whence many a bursting stream auriferous plays: 
 Majestic woods, of every vigorous green. 
 Stage above stage, high waving o'er the hills; 
 Or to the far horizon wide diffus'd, 
 A boundless deep immensity of shade. 
 Here lofty trees, to ancient song unknown, 
 The noble sons of potent heat and floods 
 Prone-rushing from the clouds, rear high to Heaven 
 Their thorny stems, and broad around them throw 
 Meridian gloom. Here, in eternal prime, 
 Unnumber'd fruits, of keen delicious taste 
 And vital spirit, drink amid the cliffs, 
 And burning sands that bank the shrubby vales, 
 Redoubled day; yet in their rugged coats 
 A friendly juice to cool its rage contain. 
 
 * Which blows constantly between the tropics from the east, 
 or the collateral points, the north-east and south-east 5 caused by 
 the pressure of the rarified air on that before it, according to the 
 diurnal motion of the sun from east to west. 
 
 t In all climates between the tropics, the sun, as he passes and 
 repasses in his annual motion, is twice a-year vertical, which 
 jH-oduces thia effect. 
 
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78 summEtR. 
 
 Bear me, Pomona! to thy citron-groves; 
 To where the lemon and the piercing lime. 
 With the deep orange, glowing through the green^ 
 Their lighter glorious blend. Lay me reclin'd 
 Beneath the spreading tamarind that shakes, 
 Fann'd by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit. 
 Deep in the night the massy locust sheds, 
 Quench my hot limbs; or lead me through the maze, 
 Embowering endless, of the Indian fig; 
 Or thrown at gayer ease, on some fair brow, 
 Xiet me behold, by breezy murmurs cool'd, 
 Broad o'er my head the verdant cedar wave, 
 And high palmetos lift their graceful shade. 
 Or, stretch'd amid these orchards of the sun. 
 Give me to drain the cocoa's milky bowl. 
 And from the palm to draw its freshening wine ! 
 More bounteous far than all the frantic juice 
 Which Bacchus pours. Nor, on its slender twigs 
 Low-bending, be the full pomegranate scorn'd; 
 Nor, creeping through the woods, the gelid race 
 Of berries. Oft in humble station dwells 
 Unboastful worth;, above fastidious pomp. 
 Witness thou best anana, thou the pride 
 Of vegetable life, beyond whate'er 
 The poets imag'd in the golden age; 
 Quick let me strip thee of thy tufty coat, 
 Spread thy ambrosial stores, and feast with Jove ! 
 
 From these the prospect varies. Plains immense 
 Lie stretch'd below, interminable meads, 
 And vast savannahs, where the wandering eye, 
 IJnfixt, is in a verdant ocean lost. 
 Another Flora there, of bolder hues. 
 And richer sweets, beyond our garden's pride, 
 Plays o'er the fields, and showers with sudden hand 
 Exuberant spring: for oft these valleys shift 
 Their green-embroider'd robe to fiery brown, 
 And swift to green again, as scorching suns. 
 Or streaming dews and torrent rains, prevail. 
 
 Along these lonely regions, where retir'd 
 From little scenes of Art, great Nature dwell? 
 
SUMMER. TQ 
 
 In awlul solitude, and naught is seen 
 
 But the wild herds that own no master's stall ^ 
 
 Prodigious rivers roll their fattening seas: 
 
 On whose luxuriant herbage, half-conceal'd, 
 
 Like a fall'n cedar, far ditfus'd his train, 
 
 Cas'd in green scales, the crocodile extends. 
 
 The flood disparts: behold! in plaited mail, 
 
 Behemoth* rears his head. Glanc'd from his side. 
 
 The darted steel in idle shivers flies: 
 
 He fearless walks the plain, or seeks the hills: 
 
 Where, as he crops the varied fare, the herds. 
 
 In widening circle round, forget their food, 
 
 And at the harmless stranger wondering gaze. 
 
 Peaceful, beneath primeval trees, that cast 
 Their ample shade o'er Niger's yellow stream, 
 And where the Ganges rolls his sacred wave ; 
 Or mid the central depth of blackening woods, 
 High-rais'd in solemn theatre around, 
 Leans the huge elephant: wisest of brutes! 
 O truly wise! with gentle might endow'd; 
 Though powerful, not destructive! here he sees 
 }levolving ages sweep the changeful earth, 
 And empires rise and fall; regardless he 
 Of what the never-resting race of men 
 Project: thrice happy! could he 'scape their guile^ 
 Who mine from cruel avarice, his steps; 
 Or v/ith his towery grandeur swell their state. 
 The pride of kings! or else his strength pervert, 
 And bid him rage amid the mortal fray, 
 Astonish'd at the madness of mankind. 
 
 Wide o'er the winding umbrage of the floods. 
 Like vivid blossoms glowing from afar. 
 Thick sAvarm the brighter birds. For Nature's hand. 
 That with a sportive vanity has deck'd 
 The plumy nations, there her gayest hues 
 Profusely pours.f But, if she bids them shine, 
 Array'd in all the beauteous beams of day, 
 
 * The Hippopotamus, or River-horse. 
 
 tin all the regions of the torrid zone, the birds, though more 
 
80 SUMMER. 
 
 Yet, frugal still, she humbles them in song. 
 Nor envy we the saudy robes they lent 
 Proud Montezuma's realm, whose legions cast 
 A boundless radiance waving on the sun. 
 While Philomel is ours; while in our shade, 
 Through the soft silence of the listening night, 
 The sober-suited songstress thrills her lay. 
 
 But come, my Muse, the desert-barrier burst, 
 A wide expanse of lifeless sand and sky: 
 And, swifter than the toiling caravan. 
 Shoot o'er the vale of Sennar; ardent climb 
 The Nubian mountains, and the secret bounds 
 Of jealous Abyssinia boldly pierce. 
 Thou art no ruffian, who beneath the mask 
 Of social commeice coin'st to rob their wealth; 
 No holy fury thou, blaspheming Heaven, 
 With consecrated steel to slab their peace. 
 And through the land, yet red from civil wounds. 
 To spread the purple tyranny of Rome. 
 Thou, like the harmless bee, may'st freeh^.^ange^ 
 From mead to mead bright with exalted^Owers; 
 From jasmine grove to grove, may'st wander gay; 
 Through palmy shades and aromatic woods. 
 That grace the plains, invest the peopled hills, 
 And up the more than Alpine mountains wave. 
 There on the breezy summit, spreading fair. 
 For many a league; or on stupendous rocks, 
 That from the sun-redoubling valley lift, 
 Cool to the middle air, their lawny tops; 
 Where palaces, and fanes, and villas rise; 
 And gardens smile around, and cultur'd fields; 
 And fountains gush; and careless herds and flocks 
 Securely stray; a world within itself. 
 Disdaining all assault: there let me draw 
 Ethereal soul; there drink reviving gales. 
 Profusely breathing from the spicy groves. 
 And vales of fragrance; there at distance hear 
 
 beautiful in their plumage, are observed to be less melodious 
 than ours. 
 
SUMMER. 81 
 
 The roaring floods, and cataracts that sweep 
 From disembowell'd earth the virgin gold; 
 And o'er the varied landscape, restless, rove. 
 Fervent with life of every fairer kind: 
 A land of wonders ! which the sun still eyes 
 With ray direct, as of the lovely realm 
 Enamour'd, and delighting there to dwell. 
 
 How changed the scene! in blazing height of noon. 
 The sun, oppressed, is plung'd in thickest gloom. 
 Still horror reigns! a dreary twilight round, 
 Of struggling night and day malignant mix'd ! 
 For to the hot equator crowding fast. 
 Where, highly rarefied, the yielding air 
 Admits their stream, incessant vapours roll. 
 Amazing clouds on clouds continual heap'd; 
 Or whirl'd tempestuous by the gusty wind, 
 Or silent borne along, heavy and slow. 
 With the big stores of steaming oceans charg'd. 
 Meantime, amid these upper seas, condens'd 
 Around the cold aerial mountain's brow. 
 And by conflicting winds together dash'd, 
 The thunder holds his black tremendous throne; 
 From cloud to cloud the rending lightnings rage; 
 Till, in the furious elemental war 
 Dissolv'd the whole precipitated mass 
 Unbroken floods and solid torrents pours. 
 
 The treasures these, hid from the bounded search 
 Of ancient knowledge; whence with annual pomp, 
 iiich king of floods! o'erflows the swelling Nile. 
 From his two springs, in Gojam's sunny realm, 
 Pure-swelling out, he through the lucid lake 
 Of fair Dambea rolls his infant stream. 
 There, by the naiads nurs'd he sports away 
 His playful youth, amid the fragrant isles, 
 That with unfading verdure smile around. 
 Ambitious, thence, the manly ri\'er breaks; 
 And gathering many a flood, and copious fed 
 With all her mellow'd treasures of the sky. 
 Winds in progressive majesty along: 
 Through splendid kingdoms now devolves his maze, 
 
82 SUMMER. 
 
 Now wanders wild o'er solitary tracts 
 Of life-deserted sand; till glad to quit 
 The joyless desert, down the Nubian rocks 
 From thundering steep to steep, he pours his urny 
 And Egypt joys beneath the spreading wave. 
 
 His brother Niger too, and all the floods 
 In which the full-form'd maids of Afric lave 
 Their jetty limbs; and all that from the tract 
 Of woody mountains stretch'd through gorgeous Ind 
 Fall on Cormandel's coast, or Malabar; 
 From Menam's* orient stream, that nightly shines 
 With insect-lamps, to where Aurora sheds 
 On Indus' smiling banks the rosy shower; 
 All, at this bounteous season, ope their urns, 
 And pour untoiling harvest o'er the land. 
 
 Nor less thy world, Columbus, drinks refresh'd 
 The lavish moisture of the melting year. 
 Wide o'er his isles, the branching Oronoque 
 Rolls a brown deluge; and the native drives 
 To dwell aloft on life-su*Bcing trees, 
 At once his dome, his robe, his food, and arms. 
 Swell'd by a thousand streams, impetuous hurl'd 
 From all the roaring Andes, huge descends 
 The mighty Orellana.f Scarce the Muse 
 Dares stretch her wing o'er this enormous mass 
 Of rushing water; scarce she dares attempt 
 The sea-like Plata; to whose dread expanse. 
 Continuous depth, and wondrous length of course, 
 Our floods are rills. With unabated force^ 
 In silent dignity they sweep along; 
 And traverse realms unknown, and blooming wilds,. 
 And fruitful desarts, worlds of solitude! 
 Where the sun smiles, and seasons teem in vain, 
 Unseen and unenjoy'd. Forsaking these, 
 O'er peopled plains they far diffusive flow, 
 
 •The river that runs through Siam; on whose banks a vast 
 multitude of those insects, called fire-flies, make a beautiful ap- 
 pearance in the night. 
 
 t The river of the Amazons. 
 
SUMMER. 83 
 
 And many a nation feedj and circle safe. 
 In their soft bosom many a happy isle; 
 The seat of blameless Pan, yet undisturb'd 
 By Chistian crimes, and Europe's cruel sone. 
 Thus pouring on they proudly seek the deep. 
 Whose vanquish'd tide, recoiling from the shock. 
 Yields to this liquid weight of half the globe; 
 And ocean trembles for his green domain. 
 
 But what avails this wondrous waste of wealth? 
 This gay profusion of luxurious blis>< ? 
 This pomp of Nature? what their balmy meads. 
 Their powerful herbs, and Ceres void of pain ? 
 By vagrant birds dispers'd, and wafting winds. 
 What their unplanted fruits? what the cool draughts, 
 Th' ambrosial food, rich gums, and spicy health. 
 Their forests yield? their toiling msects what? 
 Their silky pride, and vegetable robes? 
 Ah ! what avail their fatal treasures, hid 
 Deep in the bowels of the pitying earth, 
 Golconda's gems, and sad Potosi's mines; 
 Where dwelt the gentlest children of the sun? 
 What all that Afric's golden rivers roll, 
 Her odorous woods, and shining ivoiy stores? 
 Ill-fated race ! the softening arts of Peace, 
 Whate'er the humanizing Muses teach. 
 The godlike wisdom of the temper'd breast; 
 Progressive truth; the patient force of thought; 
 Investigation calm, whose silent powers 
 Command the world; the light that leads to Heaven 5 
 Kind equal rule; the government of laws, 
 And all protecting Freedom, which alone 
 Sustains the name and dignity of man; 
 These are not theirs. The parent-sun himself 
 Seems o'er this world of slaves to tyrannize; 
 And, with oppressive ray, the roseat bloom 
 Of beauty blasting, gives the gloomy hue. 
 And feature gross; or worse, to ruthless deeds, 
 Mad jealousy, blind rage, and fell revenge, 
 Their fervid spirit fires. Love dwells not there; 
 The soft regards, the tenderness of life, 
 
84 SUMMER* 
 
 The heart-sKed tear, th' ineffable delight 
 Of sweet humanity: these court the beam 
 Of milder climes; in selfish fierce desire, 
 And the wild fury of voluptuous sense. 
 There lost. The very brute creation there 
 This rage partakes, and burns with horrid J5re. 
 Lo ! the green serpent, from his dark abode. 
 Which e'en Imagination fears to tread, 
 At noon forth-issuing, gathers up his train 
 In orbs immense; then, darting out anew, 
 Seeks the refreshing fount; by which diffus'd 
 He throws his folds : and while, with threat'ning tongue, 
 And deathful jaws erect, the monster curls 
 His flaming crest, all other thirst appall'd. 
 Or shivering flies, or check'd at distance stands. 
 Nor dares approach. But still more direful he. 
 The small close-lurking minister of fate. 
 Whose high concocted venom through the veins 
 A rapid lightning darts, arresting swift 
 The vital current. Form'd to humble man. 
 This child of vengeful Nature! there, sublim'd 
 To fearless lust of blood, the savage race 
 Koam, licens'd by the shading hour of gUilt, 
 And foul misdeed, when the pure day has shut 
 His sacred eye. The tiger darting fierce 
 Impetuous on the prey his glance has doom'd: 
 The lively-shining leopard, speckled o'er 
 With many a spot, the beauty of the waste; 
 And, scorning all the taming arts of man. 
 The keen hyena, fellest of the fell. 
 These rushing from tb' inhospitable woods 
 Of Mauritania, or the tufted is'es 
 That verdant rise amid the Lybian wild, 
 Innumerous glare around their shaggy king, 
 Majestic, stalking o'er the printed sand; 
 And, with imperious and repeated roars. 
 Demand their fated food The fearful flocks 
 Crowd near the guardian swain; the nobler herd?. 
 Where round their lordly bull, in rural ease, 
 They ruminating lie, with horror hear 
 
SUAIMKR. S5 
 
 The comming rage. Tli' awaken'd village starts; 
 And to her fluttering breast the mother strains. 
 Her thoughtless infant. From the pirate's den, 
 Or stern Morocco's tyrant fang escapd. 
 The wretch half-wishes for his bonds again: 
 "While, uproar all, the wilderness resounds, 
 From Atlas eastward to the frightened Nile. 
 
 Unhappy he ! who from the first of joys. 
 Society, cut off, is left alone 
 Amid this world of death. Day after day. 
 Sad on the jutting eminence he sits. 
 And views the main that ever toils below; 
 Still fondly forming in the furthest verge. 
 Where the round ether mixes with the wave, 
 Ships, dim-discover'd, dropping from the clouds; 
 At evening, to the setting sun he turns 
 A mournful eye, and down his dying heart 
 Sinks helpless; while the wanted roar is up. 
 And hiss continual through the tedious night. 
 Yet here, e'en here, into these black abodes 
 Of monsters, unappall'd from stooping Rome, 
 And guilty Caesar, Liberty retir'd, 
 Her Cato following through Numidian wilds, 
 Disdainful of Campania's gentle plains, 
 And all the green delights Ausonia pours; 
 When for them she must bend the servile knee, 
 And fawning take the splendid robber's boon. 
 
 Nor stop the terrors of these regions here. 
 Commission'd demons oft, angels of wrath ! 
 Let loose the raging elements. Breath'd hot. 
 From all the boundless furnace of the sky, 
 And the wide glittering waste of burning sand, 
 A suffocating wind the pilgrim smites 
 With instant death. Patient of thirst and toil. 
 Son of the desert! e'en the camel fe-^ls, 
 Shot through his wither'd heart, the fiery blast. 
 Or from the black-red ether, bursting broad. 
 Sallies the sudden whirlwind. Straight the sands, 
 Oommov'd around, in gathering eddies play; 
 Nearer and nearer still thev darkening come; 
 H 
 
86 SUMMER. 
 
 Till, with the general all-involving storm 
 Swept up, the whole continuous wilds arise; 
 And by their noonday fount dejected thrown. 
 Or sunk at night in sad disastrous sleep, 
 Beneath descending hills, the caravan 
 Is buried deep. In Cairo's crowded streets 
 Th' impatient merchant, wondering, waits in vain, 
 And Mecca saddens at the long delay. 
 
 But chief at sea, whose every flexile wave 
 Obe3's the blast, the aerial tumult swells. 
 In the dread ocean, undulating wide, 
 Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe. 
 The circling Typhon,* whirl'd from point to point. 
 Exhausting all the rage of all the sky. 
 And dire Ecnephia,* reign. Amid the heavens. 
 Falsely serene, deep in a cloudy speckf 
 Compress'd the mighty tempest brooding dwells: 
 Of no regard, save to the skilful eye. 
 Fiery and foul, the small prognostic hangs 
 Aloft, or on the promontory's bjow 
 Musters its force. A faint deceitful calm, 
 A fluttering gale, the demon sends before. 
 To tempt the spreading sail. Then down at once. 
 Precipitant, descends the mingled mass 
 Of roaring winds, and flame, and rushing floods. 
 In wild amazements fix'd the sailor stands. 
 Art is too slow ; by rapid fate oppress'd 
 His broad-wing'd vessel drinks the whelming tide. 
 Hid in the bosom of the black abyss. 
 With such mad seas the daring Gama| fought. 
 For many a day, and many a dreadful night. 
 Incessant, labouring round the stormy Cape; 
 By bold ambition led, and bolder thirst 
 
 * Typhon and Ecnephia, names of particular storms or bur- 
 iicanes, known only between the tropics. 
 
 t Called by sailors the Ox-eye, being in appearance at first 
 no bigger. 
 
 i Vasco de Gama, the first who sailed round Africa, by the 
 Cape of Good J!ope,to <kt East Indite. 
 
SUMMER. 8r 
 
 Of gold. For then from ancient gloom emerg\i 
 
 The rising world of trade: the Genius, then, 
 
 Of navigation, that in hopeless sloth, 
 
 Had slumber'd on the vast Atlantic deep. 
 
 For idle ages, starting, heard at last 
 
 The Lusitanian Prince,* who, Heav'n-inspir'd, 
 
 To love of useful glory rous'd mankind. 
 
 And in unbounded commerce mix'd the world. 
 
 Increasing still the terrors of these storms. 
 His jaws horrific arm'd with threefold fate, 
 Here dwells the direful shark. Lur'd by the scent 
 Of steaming crowds, of rank disease, and death. 
 Behold ! he rushing cuts the briny flood, 
 Swift as the gale can bear the ship along; 
 And from the partners of that cruel trade, 
 Which spoils unhappy Guinea of her sons, 
 Demands his share of prey — -demands themselves. 
 The stormy fates descend: one death involves 
 Tyrants and slaves; when straight, their mangled limbs 
 Crashing at once, he dyes the purple seas 
 With gore, and riots in the vengeful meal. 
 
 When o'er this world, by equinoctial rains 
 Flooded immense, looks out the joyless sun, 
 Ai>d draws the copious stream; from swampy fens. 
 Where putrefaction into life ferments, 
 And breathes destructive myriads; or, from woods, 
 Impenetrable shades, recesses foul, 
 In vapours rank, and blue corruption wrapt, 
 Whose gloomy horrors yet no desperate foot 
 Has ever dared to pierce: then wasteful, forth 
 Walks the dire power of pestilent disease, 
 A thousand hideous fiends her course attend. 
 Sick Nature blasting, and to heartless wo. 
 And feeble desolation casting down 
 The towering hopes and all the pride of Man, 
 Such as, of late, at Carthagena quench'd 
 
 * Don Heni-y, third son to John the first, King of Portugal 
 His strong genius to the discovery of new countries was the chief 
 source of all the modern improvements in navigation. 
 
38 SUMMER. 
 
 The British fire. You, gallant Vernon ! saw 
 The miserable scene ; you, pitying, saw 
 To infant weakness sunk the warrior's arm ; 
 Saw the deep-racking pang, the ghastly form, 
 The lip pale-quivering, and the beamless eye 
 No more with ardour bright : you heard the groans 
 Of agonizing ships, from shore to shore ; 
 Heard, nightly plung'd amid the sullen waves. 
 The frequent corse ; while on each other fix'd. 
 In sad presage, the blank assistants seem'd. 
 Silent, to ask, whom Fate would next demand- 
 What need I mention those inclement skies, 
 Where, frequent o'er the sickening city. Plague, 
 The fiercest child of Nemesis divine. 
 Descends ? From Ethiopia's poison'd woods. 
 From stifled Cairo's filth, and fetid fields 
 With locust-armies putrifying heap'd, 
 This great destroyer sprung.* Her awful rage 
 The brutes escape: Man is her destin'd prey. 
 Intemperate Man! and, o'er his guilty domes. 
 See draws a close incumbent cloud of death; 
 Uninterrupted by the living winds, 
 Forbid to blow a wholesome breeze; and stained 
 With many a mixture by the sun suffused, 
 Of angry aspect. Princely wisdom, then, 
 Dejects his watchful eye; and from the hand 
 Of feeble justice, ineffectual, drop 
 The sword and balance: mute the voice of joy. 
 And liush'd the clamour of the busy world. 
 Empty the streets, with uncouth verdure clad; 
 Into the worst of deserts sudden turn'd 
 The cheerful haunt of men: unless escap'd 
 From the doom'd house where matchless horror reigns; 
 Shut up by barbarous fear, the smitten wretch, 
 With frenzy wild, breaks loose; and, loud to Heaven 
 Screaming, the dreadful policy arraigns. 
 Inhuman and unwise. The sullen door, 
 
 * These are the causes supposed to l)e the first ori^n of the 
 plague, in Dr. Mead's elegant book on that subject. 
 
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 Yet uninfected, on its cautious hinge 
 Fearing to turn, abhors society: 
 Dependents, friends, relations, Love himself, 
 Savag'd by wo, forget the tender tie, 
 The sweet engagement of the feeling heart. 
 But vain their selfish care: the circling sky, 
 The wide enlivening air is full of fate; 
 And, struck by turns, in solitary pangs 
 They fall, unbless'd, untended, and unmourn'd. 
 Thus o'er the prostrate city black despair 
 Extends her raven wing; while, to complete 
 The scene of desolation, stretch'd around. 
 The grim guards stand, denying all retreat. 
 And give the flying wretch a better death. 
 
 Much yet remains unsung: the rage intense 
 Of brazen-vaulted skies, of iron fields, 
 Where drought and famine starve the blasted year; 
 Fir'd by the torch of noon to ten-fold rage, 
 Th' infuriate hill that shoots the pillar'd flame; 
 And rous'd within the subterranean world, 
 Th' expanding earthquake, that resistless shakes 
 Aspiring cities from their solid base, 
 And buries mountains in the flaming gulf. 
 But 'tis enough: return, my vagrant Muse, 
 A nearer scene of horror calls thee home. 
 Behold, slow settling o'er the lurid grove, 
 Unusual darkness broods; and growing gains 
 The full possession of the sky, suicharg'd 
 With wrathful vapour, from the secret beds 
 Where sleep the mineral generations, drawn. 
 Thence nitre, sulpher, and the fiery spume 
 Of fat bitumen, steaming on the day, 
 With various-tinctured trains of latent flame, 
 Pollute the sky; and in yon baleful cloud, 
 A reddening gloom; a magazine of fate. 
 Ferment; till, by the touch ethereal rous'd, 
 The dash of clouds, or irritating war. 
 Of fighting winds, while all is calm below, 
 They furious spring. A boding silence reigns. 
 Dread through the dun expanse j save the dull sound 
 Ii2 
 
VO SUMMER. 
 
 That from tlie mountain, previous to the stornij 
 Rolls o'er the muttering earth, disturbs the flood. 
 And shakes the forest-leaf without a breath. 
 Prone, to the lowest vale, the aerial tribes 
 Descend: the tempest-loving raven scarce 
 Dares wing the dubious dusk. In rueful gaze 
 The cattle stand, and on the scowling heavens 
 Cast a deploring eye; by man forsook. 
 Who to the crowded cottage hies him fast; 
 Or seeks the shelter of the downward cave. 
 
 'Tis listening fear, and dumb amazement all: 
 When to the startled eye the sudden glance 
 Appears far south, eruptive through the cloud 
 And following slower, in explosion vast, 
 The thunder raises his tremendous voice. 
 At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of heaven. 
 The tempest growls; but as it nearer comes. 
 And rolls its awful burden on the wind. 
 The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more 
 The noise astounds: till over head a sheet 
 Of livid flame discloses wide; then shuts, 
 And opens wider; shuts and opens still 
 Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze. 
 FoUoAVs the loosen'd aggrevated roar, 
 Enlarging, deepening, mingling; peal on peal 
 Crush'd horrible, convulsing heaven and earth. 
 
 Down comes a deluge of sonorous hail. 
 Or prone-descending rain. Wide-rent, the clouds 
 Pour a whole flood; and yet, its flame unquench'd. 
 Th' unconquerable lightning struggles tiirough, 
 Ragged and fierce, or in red whirling balls. 
 And fires the mountains with redoubled rage. 
 Black from the stroke, above, the smould'ring pine 
 Stands a sad shatter'd trunk; and, stretch'd below, 
 A lifeless group, the blasted cattled lie: 
 Here the soft flocks, with that same harmless look 
 They wore alive, and ruminating still 
 In fancy's eye; and there the frowning bull, 
 And ox half-rais'd. Struck on the castled clifF, 
 The venerable tower and spiry fane, 
 
SUMMER* 91 
 
 Resign their aged pride. The gloomy woods 
 Start at the flash, and from their deep recess, 
 Wide-flaming out, their trembling inmates shake: 
 Amid Caernarvon's mountains rages loud 
 The repercussive roar; with mighty crush, 
 Into the flashing deep, from the rude rocks 
 Of Penmanmaur lieap'd hideous to the sky. 
 Tumble the smitten cliffs; and Snowden's peak, 
 Dissolving, instant yields his wintry load. 
 Far seen, the heights of heathy Cheviot blaze. 
 And Thule bellov/s through her utmost isles. 
 
 Guilt hears appall'd, with deeply-troubled thought. 
 And yet not always on the guilty head 
 Descends the fated flash. Young Celadon 
 And his Amelia were a matchless pair; 
 With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace, 
 The same, distinguish'd by their sex alone: 
 Her's the mild lustre of the blooming morn, 
 And his the radiance of the risen day. 
 
 - They lov'd : but such their guileless passion was. 
 As in the dawn of time inform'd the heart 
 Of innocence, and undissembling truth. 
 'Twas friendship, heighten'd by the mutual wish. 
 The enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow, 
 Eeam'd from the mutual eye. Devoting all 
 To love, each was to each a dearer self; 
 Supremely happy in th' awaken'd power 
 Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades, 
 Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd 
 The rural day, and talk'd the floAving heart. 
 Or sigh'd and look'd unutterable things. 
 
 So pass'd tlieir life, a clear united stream, 
 By care unruffled; till, in evil hour. 
 The tempest caught them on the tender walk. 
 Heedless how far and where its mazes stray'd : 
 While, with each other blest, creative love 
 Still bade eternal Eden smile around. 
 Presaging instant fate, her bosom heav'd 
 Unwonted sighs, and stealing oft a look 
 Of the big gloom, on Celadon her eye 
 
9^ - SUMMER. 
 
 Fell tearful, wetting her disordered cheek. 
 In vain assuring love, and confidence 
 In Heaven, repress'd her fear; it grew, and shook 
 Her frame near dissolution. He perceiv'd 
 Th' unequal conflict; and as angels look 
 On dying saints, his eyes compassion shed, 
 With love illumin'd high. " Fear not," he said, 
 ** Sweet innocence! thou stranger to offence. 
 And inward storm I He, who yon skies involves 
 In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee 
 With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft 
 That wastes at midnight, or th' undreaded hour 
 Of noon, flies harmless: and that very voice. 
 Which thunders terror through the guilty heart. 
 With tongues of seraphs whispers peace to thine. 
 'Tis safety to be near thee sure, and thus 
 To clasp perfection !" From his void embrace, 
 (Mysterious Heaven!) that moment, to the ground, 
 A blacken'd corse, was struck the beauteous maid. 
 But who can paint the lover, as he stood, 
 Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life. 
 Speechless, and fix'd in all the death of wo! 
 So, faint resemblance! on the marble tomb. 
 The well-dissembled mourner stooping stands. 
 For ever silent and for ever sad. 
 
 As from the face of heaven the shatter'd clouds 
 Tumultuous rove, th' interminable sky 
 Sublimer swells, and o'er the world expands 
 A purer azure. Through the lighten'd air 
 A higher lustre and a clearer calm. 
 Diffusive, tremble; while, as if in sign 
 Of danger past, a glittering robe of joy. 
 Set off abundant by the yellow ray. 
 Invests the fields; and Nature smiles, reviv'd. 
 
 'Tis beauty all, and grateful song around, 
 Join'd to the low of kine, and numeious bleat 
 Of flocks thick-nibbing through the clover'd vale. 
 And shall the hymn be marr'd by thankless Man; 
 Most favour'd; who with voice articulate 
 Should lead the chorus of this lower world,' 
 
SUMMER. yS 
 
 Shall he, so soon forgfetful of the Hand 
 That hush'd the thunder, and serenes the sky, 
 Extinguish'd feel that spark the tempest wak'd ? 
 That sense of powers exceeding far his own. 
 Ere yet his feeble heart has lost its fears ? 
 
 Cheer'd by the milder beam, the sprightly youth 
 Speeds to th« well known pool, whose crystal depth 
 A sandy bottom shows. A while he stands 
 Gazing the inverted landscape, half afraid 
 To meditate the blue profound below; 
 Then plunges headlong down the circling flood. 
 His ebon tresses and his rosy cheek 
 Instant emerge; and through the obedient wave. 
 At each short breathing by his lip repell'd, 
 With arms and legs according well, he makes. 
 As humour leads, an easy-winding path: 
 While from his polish'd sides a dewy light 
 Effuses on the pleas'd spectators round. 
 This is the purest exercise of health. 
 The kind refresher of the summer heats; 
 Nor, when cold Winter keens the brightening floods. 
 Would I, Weak-shivering, linger on the brink. 
 Thus hfe redoubles, and is oft preserv'd 
 By the bold swimmer, in the swift illapse 
 Of accident disastrous. Hence the limbs 
 Knit into force; and the same Roman arm 
 That rose victorious o'er the conquer'd earth. 
 First learned, while tender, to subdue the wave. 
 E'en from the body's purity, the mind 
 Receives a secret sympathetic aid. 
 Close in the covert of a hazel copse, 
 Where, winded into pleasing solitudes, 
 Runs out the rambling dale, young Damon sat, 
 Pensive, and pierc'd with love's delightful pangs. 
 There to the stream that down the distant rocks 
 Hoarse rnurm'ring fell, and plaintive breeze thatplay'tj 
 Among the bending willows, falsely he 
 Of Musidora's cruelty complain'd. 
 She felt his flame; but deep within her breast 
 In bashful coyness, or in maiden pride, 
 
94 SUMMER. 
 
 The soft return conceal'd; save when it stole 
 In side-long glances from her downcast eye. 
 Or from her swelling soul in stifled sighs. 
 Touch'd by the scene, no stranger to his vows, 
 He fram'd a melting lay, to try her heart; 
 And, if an infant passion struggled there, 
 To call that passion forth. Thrice happy swain ! 
 A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate 
 Of mighty monarchs, then decided thine. 
 For lo ! conducted by the laughing Loves, 
 This cool retreat his Musidora sought: 
 "Warm in her cheek the sultry season glow'd; 
 And, rob'd in loose array, she came to bathe 
 Her fervent limbs in the refreshing stream. 
 What shall he do ? In sweet confusion lost. 
 And dubious flutterings, he awhile remain'd: 
 A pure ingenuous elegance of soul, 
 A delicate refinement known to few, 
 Perplex'd his breast, and urged him to retire: 
 But love forbade. Ye prudes in virtue, say, 
 Say, ye severest, what would you have done? 
 Meantime, this fairer nymph than ever blest 
 Arcadian stream, with timid eye around 
 The banks surveying, stripp'd her beauteous limbs. 
 To taste the lucid coolness of the flood. 
 Ah then ! not Paris on the piny top 
 Of Ida panted stronger, when aside 
 The rival goddesses the veil divine 
 Cast unconfin'd, and gave him all their charms. 
 Than, Damon, thou; as from the snowy leg, 
 And slender foot, th' inverted silk she drew; 
 As the soft touch dissolv'd the virgin zone. 
 And, through the parting robe, the alternate breast j 
 With youth wild-throbbing, on thy lawless gaze 
 In full luxuriance rose. But, desperate youth. 
 How durst thou risk the soul-distracting view? 
 As from her naked limbs of glowing white. 
 Harmonious swell'd by Nature's finest hand, 
 In folds loose floating fell the fainter lawn; 
 And fair-exT3os'd she stood, shrunk from herself. 
 
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 With fancy blushing, at the doubtful breeze 
 
 Alarm'd, and starting like the fearful fawn? 
 
 Then to the flood she rush'd; the parted flood 
 
 Its lovely guest with closing waves receiv'd; 
 
 And every beauty softening, every grace 
 
 Flushing anew, a mellow lustre shed: 
 
 As shines the lily through the crystal mild; 
 
 Or as the rose amid the morning dew, 
 
 Fresh from Aurora's hand more sweetly glows. 
 
 While thus she wanton'd, now beneath the wave 
 
 But ill-conceal'd, and now with streaming locks, 
 
 That half-embrac'd her in a humid veil, 
 
 Rising again, the latent Damon drew 
 
 Such madd'ning draughts of beauty to the soul. 
 
 As for awhile o'erwhelm'd his raptur'd thought 
 
 With luxury too daring. Check'd at last. 
 
 By love's respestful modesty, he deem'd 
 
 The theft profane, if aught profane to love 
 
 Can e'er be deem'd; and, struggling from the shade, 
 
 With headlong hurry fled; but first these lines, 
 
 Trac'd by his ready pencil, on the bank 
 
 With trembling hand he threw: — " Bathe on, my fair, 
 
 Yet unbeheld save by the sacred eye 
 
 Of faithful love; I go to guard thy haunt. 
 
 To keep from thy recess each vagrant foot, 
 
 And each licentious eye." With wild surprise. 
 
 As if to marble struck, devoid of sense, 
 
 A stupid moment motionless she stood: 
 
 So stands the statue* that enchants the world. 
 
 So bending tries to veil the matchless boast. 
 
 The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. 
 
 Recovering, swift she flew to find those robes 
 
 Which blissful Eden knew not; and, array'd 
 
 In careless haste, th' alarming paper snatch'd. 
 
 But, when her Damon's well-known hand she saw. 
 
 Her terrors vanish'd, and a softer train 
 
 Of mix'd ^motions, hard to be described, 
 
 Her sudden bosom seized: shame void of guilt, 
 
 "TheVenasof Medici^.' 
 
i:)6 SUMMER. 
 
 The charming blush of innocence, esteem, 
 And admiration of her lover's flame. 
 By modesty exalted: e'en a sense 
 Of self-approving beauty stole across 
 Her busy thought. At length, a tender calm 
 Hush'd by degrees the tumult of her soul; 
 And on the spreading beech, that o'er the stream 
 Incumbent hung, she with the sylvan pen 
 Of rural lovers, this confession carv'd, 
 Which soon her Damon kiss'd with weeping joy: 
 *' Dear youth! sole judge of what the.se verses mean, 
 By fortune too much favour'd, but by love, 
 Alas ! not favour'd less, be still as now 
 Discreet: the time may come you need not fly." 
 The sun has lost his rage : his downward orb 
 Shoots nothing now but animating warmth. 
 And vital lustre; that, with various ray. 
 Lights up the clouds, those beauteous robes of heaven. 
 Incessant roll'd into romantic shapes. 
 The dream of waking fancy ! Broad below, 
 Cover'd with ripening fruits, and swelling fast 
 Into the perfect year, the pregnant earth 
 And all her tribes rejoice. Now the soft hour 
 Of walking comes: for him who lonely loves 
 To seek the distant hills, and there converse 
 With Nature; there to harmonize his heart. 
 And in pathetic song to breathe around 
 The harmony to others. Social friends. 
 Attun'd to happy unison of soul; 
 To whose exalting eye a fairer world, 
 Of which the vulgar never had a glimpse. 
 Displays its charms; whose minds are richly fraught 
 With philosophic stores, superior light; 
 And in whose breast, enthusiastic burns 
 Virtue, the sons of interest deem romance; 
 Now call'd abroad enjoy the falling day: 
 Now to the verdant Portico of woods. 
 To Nature's vast Lyceum, forth they walk; 
 By that kind School where no proud master reigns. 
 The full free conveivse of the friendly heart, 
 
SUMMER, 97 
 
 Improving and improved. No%v from the world. 
 Sacred to sweet retirement, lovers steal, 
 And pour their souls in transport: which the Sire 
 Of love, approving, hears, and calls it good. 
 Which way, Amanda, shall we bend our course? 
 Tlie choice perplexes. Wherefore should we choose ? 
 All is the same with thee. Say, shall we wind 
 Along the streams? or walk the smiling mead? 
 Or court the forest glade ? or wander wild 
 Among the waving harvest.' or ascend, 
 While radiant Summer opens all its pride, 
 Thy hill, delightful Shene.^* Here let us sweep 
 The boundless landscape: now the raptur'd eye. 
 Exulting swift, to huge Augusta send; 
 Now to the Sister Hillsf that skirt her plain. 
 To lofty Harrow now, and now to where 
 Majestic Windsor lifts his princely brow. 
 In lovely contrast to this glorious view. 
 Calmly magnificent, then will we turn 
 To where the silver Thames first rural grows- 
 There let the feasted eye unwearied stray: 
 Luxurious, there, rove through the pendent wood^ 
 That nodding hang o'er Harringrton's retreat; 
 And, stooping thence to Ham's embowering walks, 
 ^Beneath, whose shades in spotless peace retired. 
 With her, the pleasing partner of his heart. 
 The worthy Queensbury yet laments his ffay; 
 And polished Cornbury woos the willing Muse, 
 Slow let us trace the matchless vale of Thames; 
 Fair-winding up to where the Muses haunt 
 In Twit'nam's bowers, and for their Pope implore 
 The healing God;| to royal Hampton's pile, 
 To Clermont's terrac'd height, end Esher's groves; 
 Where in the sweetest solitude, embrac'd 
 By the soft windings of the silent mole, 
 
 * The old aaitie of Ricbtnond, signifying, in SasoD, Shining, 
 yr Splendour, 
 t Highgate and Hampstead. 
 :^ In his last sickness. 
 
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98 bCMMER. 
 
 From courts and senates Pelham finds repose. 
 Enchanting vale ! beyond whate'er the Muse 
 Has of Achaia or Hesperia sung! 
 O vale of bliss! O softly-swelling hills! 
 On which the Power of Cultivation Hfis, 
 And joys to see the wonders of his toil. 
 
 Heavens! what a goodly prospect spreads around. 
 Of hills, and dales, and woods, and lawns, and spires. 
 And glittering towns, and gilded streams, till all 
 The stretching landscape into smoke decays! 
 Happy Britannia ! where the Queen of Arts, 
 Inspiring vigour. Liberty abroad 
 Walks unconfin'd, e'en to thy furthest cots, 
 And scatters plenty with unsparing hand. 
 
 Rich is thy soil, and merciful thy chme; 
 Thy streams unfailing in the summer's drought; 
 Unmatch'd thy guardian oaks; thy valleys float 
 With golden waves; and on thy mountains, flocks 
 Bleat numberless; while roving round their sides. 
 Bellow the blackening herds in lusty droves. 
 Beneath, thy meadows glow, and rise unquell'd 
 Against the mower's scythe. On every hand 
 Thy villas shine. Thy country teems with wealth; 
 And property assures it to the swain, 
 Pleas'd, and unwearied in his guarded toil. 
 
 Full are thy cities with the sons of Art; 
 And trade and joy, in every busy street, 
 Mingling are heard: e'en Drudgery himself. 
 As at the car he sweats, or dusty hews 
 The palace-stone, looks gay. Thy crowded port?;. 
 Where rising masts an endless prospect yield; 
 With labour burn; and echo to the shouts 
 Of hurried sailor, as be hearty waves 
 His last adieu; and loosening every sheet, 
 Resigns the spreading vessel to the wind. 
 
 Bold, firm, and graceful, are thy generous youth. 
 By hardship sinew'd and by danger fir'd; 
 Scattering the nations where they go; and first 
 Or on the listed plain, or stormy seas. 
 Mild are thy glories too, as o'er the plan^ 
 
SUMMER. 99 
 
 Of thriving peace ihy thoughtful sires preside; 
 In genius, and substantial learning high; 
 For every virtue, every worth renown'd; 
 Sincere, plain-hearted, hospitable, kind; 
 Yet like the mustering thunder when provok'd. 
 The dread of tyrants, and the sole resource 
 Of those that under grim oppression groan. 
 
 Thy sons of glory many! Alfred thine; 
 In whom the splendour of heroic war, 
 And more heroic peace, when govern'd well. 
 Combine; whose hallow'd name the Virtues saint. 
 And his own muses love; the best of kings! 
 With hirn thy Edwards and thy Henrys shine, 
 Names dear to fame; the first who deep impressed 
 On haughty Gaul the terror of thy arms, 
 That awes her genius still. In statesmen thou. 
 And patriots fertile. Thine a steady More, 
 Who, with a generous though unshaken zeal, 
 Withstood a brutal tyrant's useful rage : 
 Like Cato firm, like Aristides just, 
 Like rigid Cincinnatus nobly poor; 
 A dauntless soul erect, who smil'd on death. 
 
 Frugal and wise, a Walsingham is thine, 
 A Drake, who made thee mistress of the deep. 
 And bore thy name in thunder round the world. 
 Then flam'd thy spirit high: but who can speak 
 The numerous worthies of the Maiden Reign ? 
 In Raleigh mark their every glory mix'd; 
 Raleigh, the scourge of Spain! whose breast with all 
 The sage, the patriot, and the hero burn'd. 
 Nor sunk his vigour, when a coward reign 
 The warrior fetter'd, and at last resign'd. 
 To glut the vengeance of a vanquish'd foe. 
 Then, active still, and unrestrain'd, his mind 
 Explor'd the vast extent of ages past. 
 And with his prison-hours enrich'd the world; 
 Yet found no limes, in all the long research. 
 So glorious, or so base, as those he prov'd. 
 In which he conquer'd, and in which he bledo 
 Nor can the Muse the gallant Sidney pass; 
 
HOO SUMMER. 
 
 The plume of war! with early laurels crown'd. 
 
 The lover's myrtle, and the poet's bay. 
 
 A Hampden too is thine, illustrious land! 
 
 Wise, strenuous, firm, of unsubmitting soul. 
 
 Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age 
 
 To slavery prone, and bade thee rise again. 
 
 In all thy native pomp of freedom bold. 
 
 Bright, at his call, thy Age of Men effulg'd. 
 
 Of men on whom late time a kindling eye 
 
 Shall turn, and tyrants tremble while they read. 
 
 Bring every sweetest flower, and let me strew 
 
 The grave where Russel lies: whose temper'd bloodj 
 
 With calmest cheerfulness for thee resign'd, 
 
 Stain'd the sad annals of giddy reign; 
 
 Aiming at lawless power, though meanly sunk 
 
 In loose inglorious luxury. With him 
 
 His friend, the British Cassius* fearless bled; 
 
 Of high determin'd spirit, roughly brave. 
 
 By ancient learning to th' enlighten'd love 
 
 Of ancient freedom warm'd. Fair thy renown 
 
 In awful sages and in noble bards; 
 
 Soon as the light of dawning Science spread 
 
 Her orient ray, and wak'd the Muses' song. 
 
 Thine is a Bacon; hapless in his choice, 
 Unfit to stand the civil storm of state. 
 And through the smooth barbarity of courts, 
 With firm, but pliant virtue, forward still 
 To urge his course; him for the studious shade 
 Kind Nature form'd; deep, comprehensive, clear. 
 Exact and elegant; in one rich soul, 
 Plato, the Stagyrite, and Tully join'd. 
 The great deliverer he; who from the gloom 
 Of cloister'd monks, and jargon teaching schools. 
 Led forth the true Philosophy, there long 
 Held in the magic chain of words and forms. 
 And definitions void: he led her forth, 
 Daughter of Heaven! that slow-ascending still. 
 Investigating sure the chain of things, 
 
 * Algernon Sidney. 
 
SUMMER. 10 1 
 
 With radiant finger points to Heaven again. 
 
 The generous Ashley* thine the friend of man; 
 Who scann'd his nature with a brother's eye, 
 His weakness prompt to shade, to raise his aim. 
 To touch the finer movements of the mind, 
 And with the moral beauty charm the heait. 
 Why need I name thy Boyle, whose pious search 
 Amid the dark recesses of his works. 
 The great Creator sought? and why thy Locke, 
 Who made the whole internal world his own? 
 Let Newton, pure intelligence! whom Gop 
 To mortals lent to trace his boundless works 
 From laws subhmely simple, speak thy fame 
 In all philosophy. For lofty sense, 
 Creative f.incy, and inspection keen 
 Through the deep windings of the human heart, 
 Is not wild Shakspeare thine and Nature's boast? 
 Is not each great, each amiable Muse 
 Of classic ages in thy Milton met? 
 A genius universal as his theme; 
 Astonishing as chaos, as the bloom 
 Of blowing EJden fair, as heaven sublime I 
 
 Nor shall my verse that elder bard forget, 
 The gentle Spenser, Fancy's pleasing son; 
 Who, like a copious river, pour'd his song 
 O'er all the mazes of enchanted ground: 
 Nor thee, his ancient master, laughing sage, 
 Chaucer, whose native manners-painling verse, 
 Well moraaz'd, shines through the gothic cloud 
 Of time and language o'er thy genius thrown. 
 
 May my song soften, as thy daughters I, 
 Britannia hail ! for beauty is their own, 
 The feeling heart, simplicity of life, 
 And elegance and taste: the faultless form, 
 Shap'd by the hand of harmony; the cheek, 
 Where the live crimson, through the native white 
 Soft-shooting, o'er the face diffuses bloom. 
 And every nameless grace; the parted lip, 
 
 * Anthonv Ashley Cooper, Earl of Shaftesbury. 
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102 SUMMER. 
 
 Like the red rose-bud moist with morning-dctr;, 
 Breathing delight; and, under flowing jet, 
 Or sunny ringlets, or of circling brown. 
 The neck slight-shaded, and the swelling breast: 
 The loo]f resistless, piercing to the soul, 
 And by the soul inform'd, when drest in love 
 She sits, high-smiling in the conscious eye. 
 
 Island of bliss ! amid the subject seas, 
 That thunder round thy rocky coast, set up, 
 At once the wonder, terror, and delight, 
 Of distant nations; whose remotest shores 
 Can soon be shaken by thy naval arm; 
 Not to be shook thyself, but all assaults 
 Baffling, as thy hoar cliffs the loud sea-wave. 
 
 O Thou ! by v/hose almighty nod the scale 
 Of empire rises, or alternate falls. 
 Send forth the saving Virtues round the land, 
 In bright patrol; white Peace and social Love! 
 The tender looking Charity, intent 
 On gentle deeds, and shedding tears through sniiles; 
 Undaunted Truth, and Dignity of mind; 
 Courage compos'd, and keen; sound Temperance v 
 Healthful in heart and look; clear Chastity, 
 With blushes reddening as she moves along, 
 Disorder'd at the deep regard she draws: 
 Rough Industry; Activity untir'd 
 With copious life inform'd, and all awake; 
 While in the radiant front, superior shines 
 That first Paternal virtue. Public Zeal; 
 Who throws o'er all an equal wide survey j, 
 And ever musing on the common weal, 
 Still labours glorious with some great design. 
 
 Low walks the sun, and broadens by degree?, 
 Just o'er the verge of day The shifting clouds 
 Assembled gay, a richly-gorgeous train, 
 In all their pomp attend his setting throne. 
 Air, earth, and ocean, smile immense. And now. 
 As if his weary chariot sought the bowers 
 Of Amphitrite, and her tending nymphs, 
 (So Grecian fable sung) he dips his orb: 
 
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 Now half-immers'd; and now a golden curve 
 Gives one bright glance, then total disappears. 
 
 For ever running an enchanted round, 
 Passes the day, deceitful, vain and void; 
 As fleets the vision o'er the formal brain, 
 This moment hurrying wild th' impassioned soul. 
 The next in nothingi»lost. 'Tis so to him. 
 The dreamer of this earth, an idle blank: 
 A sight of horror to the cruel wretch, 
 Who all day long in sordid pleasure roll'd. 
 Himself a useless load, has squander'd vile, 
 Upon his scoundrel train, what might have cheer'd 
 A drooping family of modest worth. 
 But to the generous still-improving mind. 
 That gives the hopeless henrt to sing for joy, 
 Diifui-ing kind beneficence around, 
 Boastless, as now descends the silent dew; 
 To him the long review of order'd life 
 Is inward rapture, only to be felt. 
 
 Confess'd from yonder slow extinguish'd clouds, 
 All ether softening, sober Evening takes 
 Her wonted station in the middle air; 
 A thousand shadows at her beck. First this 
 She sends on earth; then that of deeper dye 
 Steals soft behind; and then a deeper still. 
 In circle following circle, gathers round. 
 To close the face of things. A fresher gale 
 Begins to vrave the wood, and stir the stream. 
 Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn 
 While the quail clamours for his running mate. 
 Wide o'er the thistly lav/n, as swells the breeze 
 A whitening shower of vegetable down 
 Amusive floats. The kind impartial care 
 Of Nature naught disdains: thoughtful to feed 
 Her lowest sons, and clothe the coming year, 
 From field to field the feather'd seeds she wings. 
 
 His folded flock secure, the shepherd home 
 Hies, merry-hearted; and by turns relieves 
 The ruddy milk-maid of her brimming pail; 
 The beauty whom, perhaps, his witless heart. 
 
i04 SUMMER. 
 
 Unknowinf^ what the joy-mix'd anp,uish means, 
 Sincerely loves, by that best language shown 
 Of cordial glances, and obliging deeds. 
 Onward they pass, o'er many a panting height. 
 And valley sunk, and unfrequented; where 
 At fall of eve the fairy people throng, 
 In various game, and revelry, tp pass 
 The summer-night, as village-stories tell. 
 But far about they wander from the grave 
 Of him, whom his ungentle fortune urg'd 
 Against his own sad breast to lift the hand 
 Of impious violence. The lonely tower 
 Is also shunn'd; whose mournful chambers hold. 
 So night-struck Fancy dreams, the yelling ghost. 
 
 Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge. 
 The glow-worm lights his gem; and, through the dark, 
 A moving radiance twinkles. Evening yields 
 The world to Night; not in her winter-robe 
 Of massy Stygian woof, but loose array'd 
 In mantle dun. A faint erroneous ray, 
 Glanc'd from th' imperfect surfaces of things, 
 Flings half an image on the straining eye; 
 While wavering woods, and villages, and streams. 
 And rocks, and mountain-tops, that long retain'd 
 Th' ascending gleam, are all one swimming scene; 
 Uncertain if beheld. Sudden to heaven 
 Thence weary vision turns; where, leading soft 
 The silent hours of love, with purest ray 
 Sweet Venus shines; and from her genial rise, 
 "When daylight sickens till it springs afresh, 
 Unrivall'd reigns, the fairest lamp of Night. 
 
 As thus til' effulgence tremulous I drink. 
 With cherieh'd gaze, the lambent lightnings shoot 
 Across the sky; or horizontal dart 
 In wondrous shapes; by fearful murmuring crowds 
 Portentous deem'd. Amid the radiant orbs, 
 That more than deck, that animate the sky. 
 The life-infusing suns of other worlds; 
 Lo! from the dread immensity of space 
 Heturoing, with accelerated course, 
 
StJMMER. 105 
 
 The rushing comet to the sun descends; 
 And as he sinks below the shading earth, 
 With awful train projected o'er the heavens, 
 The guilty nations tremble. But, above 
 Those superstitious horrors that enslave 
 The fond sequacious herd, to mystic faith 
 And blind amazement prone; th' enlighten'd few, 
 "Whose godhke minds Philosophy exalts, 
 The glorious stranger hail. They feel a joy 
 Divinely great; they in their powers exult, 
 That wondrous force of thought, which, mounting, 
 This dusky spot, and measures all the sky; [spurns 
 While, from his far excursion through the wilds 
 Of barren ether, faithful to his time. 
 They see the blazing wonder rise anew; 
 In seeming terror clad, but kindly bent 
 To work the will of all-sustaining Love: 
 From his huge vapoury train perhaps to shake 
 Reviving moisture on the numerous orbs, 
 Through which his long ellipsis winds; perhaps 
 To lend new fuel to declining suns. 
 To light up worlds, and feed th' eternal fire. 
 With thee, serene Philosophy, with thee. 
 And thy bright garland, let me crown my song; 
 Effusive source of evidence, and truth! 
 A lustre shedding o'er th' ennobled mind, 
 Stronger than summer-noon; and pure as that. 
 Whose mild vibrations sooth the parted soul. 
 New to the dawning of celestial day. 
 Hence through her nourish'd powers, enlarg'd by thee. 
 She springs aloft, with elevated pride. 
 Above the tangling mass of low desires 
 That bind the fluttering crowd; and, angel wing'd, 
 The heights of science and of virtue gains, 
 Where all is calm and clear; with Nature round. 
 Or in the starry regions, or th' abyss. 
 To Reason's and to Fancy's eye display'd; 
 The first up-tracing, from the dreary void. 
 The chain of causes and effects, to Him, 
 The world producing Essence; who alone 
 
106 SUMMER. 
 
 Possesses being; while the last receives 
 The whole jnagnificence of heaven and earth, 
 And every beauty, delicate or bold, 
 Obvious or more remote, with livelier sense. 
 Diffusive painted on the rapid mind. 
 
 Tutor'd by thee, hence Poetry exalts 
 Her voice to ages; and informs the page 
 With music, image, sentiment, and thought. 
 Never to die ! the treasure of mankind ! 
 Their highest honour, and their truest joy! 
 Without thee, what were unenlighten'd man? 
 A savage roaming through the woods and wilds. 
 In qiaest of prey; and with the unfashjoned fur 
 Kough clad: devoid of every finer art. 
 And elegance of life Nor happiness 
 Domestic, mix'd of tenderness and care, 
 Nor moral excellence, nor social bliss. 
 Nor guardian law were his; nor various skill 
 To turn the furrow, or to guide the tool 
 Mechanic; nor the heaven-conducted prow 
 Of navigation bold, that fearless braves 
 The burning line, or dares the wintry pole! 
 iVIother severe of infinite delights! 
 Nothing, save rapine, indolence, and guile. 
 And woes on woes, a still-revolving train! 
 Whose horrid circle had made human life 
 That non-existence worse: but, taught by thee. 
 Ours are the plans of policy and peace; 
 To live like brothers, and conjunctive all 
 Embellish life. While thus laborious crowds 
 Ply the tough oar. Philosophy directs 
 The ruling helm; or, like the liberal breath 
 Of potent heaven, invisible, the sail 
 Swells out, and bears the inferior world along. 
 
 Nor to this evenescent speck of earth 
 Poorly confined, the radiant tracts on high 
 Are her exalted range; intent to gaze 
 Creation through; and, from that full complex 
 Of never-ending wonders, to conceive 
 Of the SoLK Being right, who spoke the Word, 
 
SUMMER. lOr 
 
 And Nature mov'd complete. With inward view 
 Thence on the ideal kingdom swift she turns 
 Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance, 
 Th' obedient phantoms vanish or appear; 
 Compound, divide, and into order shift. 
 Each to his rank, from plain perception up 
 To the fair forms of Fancy's fleeting train: 
 To reason then, deducing truth from truth; 
 And notion quite abstract; where first begins 
 The world of spirits, action all, and life 
 Unfetter'd, a^d unmix'd. But here the cloud. 
 So wills Eternal Providence, sits deep. 
 Enough for us to know that this dark state. 
 In wayward passions lost, and vain pursuits. 
 This infancy of Being, cannot prove 
 The final issue of the works of God; 
 By boundless Love and perfect Wisdom form'd. 
 And ever rising with the rising mind. 
 
AUTUMN: 
 
 K. 
 
THE ARGUMENT. 
 
 The subject proposed. Addressed to Mr. Onslow. A prospecz: 
 of the field ready for harvest. Reflections in praise of Indus- 
 try raised by that view. Reaping. A tale relative to it. A 
 harvest storm. Shooting and hunting ; their barbarity. A 
 judicrous account of fox-hunting. A view of an orchard. 
 Wall-fruiu A vineyard. A description of fogs, frequent in 
 the latter part of Autumn : whence a digression, inquiring^ 
 into the rise of fountains and rivers. Birds of season consid- 
 ered, that now shift their habitation. The prodigious num- 
 ber of them that cover the northern and western isles of Scot- 
 land. Hence a view of the country. A prospect of the 
 discoloured, fading woods. After a gentle dusky day, moon* 
 light. Autumnal meteors. Morning: to which succeeds a 
 calm, pure, sunshiny day, such as usually shuts up the season. 
 The harvest being gathered in, the country dissolved in joy. 
 The whole concludes with a panegyric on a philosophical 
 country life. 
 
AUTUMN. 
 
 Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf. 
 While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain. 
 Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more, 
 Well-pleas'd, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost 
 ^Nitrousprepar'd; the various-blossom'd Spring 
 Put in white promise forth; and Summer-suns 
 Concocted strong, rush boundless now to view; 
 Full, perfect all, and swell my glorious theme. 
 
 Onslow! the Muse, ambitious of thy name. 
 To grace, inspire, and dignify her song. 
 Would from the public voice thy gentle ear 
 Awhile engage. Thy noble cares she knows. 
 The patriot virtues that distend thy thought, 
 Spread on thy front, and in thy bosom glow. 
 While listening senates hang upon thy tongue; 
 Devolving through the maze of eloquence 
 A roll of periods, sweeter than her song. 
 But she too pants for public virtue; she. 
 Though weak of power, yet strong in ardent will 
 Whene'er her country rushes on her heart; 
 Assumes a bolder note; and fondly tries 
 To mix the patriot's with the poet's flame. 
 
 When the bright Virgin gives the beauteous days, 
 And Libra weighs in equal scales the year; 
 From heaven's high cope the fierce effulgence shook 
 Of parting Summer, a serener blue. 
 With golden light enliven'd, wide invests 
 The happy world. Attemper'd suns arise, 
 Sweet-beam'd, and shedding oft through lucid clouds 
 A pleasing calm; while broad, and brown, below. 
 Extensive harvests hang the heavy head. 
 jRJch. silent, deep, they stand; fornot a gale 
 
Rolls its light billows o'er the bending plains 
 
 A calm of plenty ! till the ruffled air 
 
 Falls from its poise, and gives the breeze to blow 
 
 Kent is the fleecy mantle of the sfey; 
 
 The clouds fly different: and the sudden sun 
 
 By fits eftulgent gilds th' illumin'd field. 
 
 And black by fits the shadows sweep along- 
 
 A gayly-chequered heart-expanding view, 
 
 Fiir as the circling eye can shoot around. 
 
 Unbounded tossing in a flood of corn. 
 
 These are thy blessings, Industry! rough powerl 
 "Whom labour still attends, and sweat, and psinj 
 Yet the kind source of every gentle art. 
 And all the soft civility of life: 
 Baiser of humankind! by Nature cast. 
 Naked and helpless, out amid the wood^3 
 And wilds, to rude inclement elements; 
 With various seeds of art deep in the mind 
 implanted, and profusely pour'd around 
 Materials infinite, but idle all. 
 .Still unexerted in th' unconscious breast 
 Slept the lethargic powers, corruption stillj^ 
 V'oracious, swallowed what the liberal hand 
 Of bounty scatter'd o'er the savage year: 
 And still the sad barbar,ian, roving, mix'd 
 With beasts of prey, or for his acorn-meal 
 Fought the fierce tusky boar; a shivering wretch! 
 Aghast and comfortless, when the bleak north, 
 With winter charg'd, let the mixM tempest fly. 
 Hail, rain, and ynow, and bitter-breathing frost. 
 Then to the shelter of the hut he fled; 
 And the wild seasons, sordid, pin'd away. 
 For home*lie had not; home is the resort 
 Of love, of joy, oi peace, and plenty, Avhere^ 
 Supporting and supported, polish'd friends, 
 And dear relations, mingle into bliss. 
 But this the rugged savage never felt, 
 E'en desolate in crow'ds; and thus his day? 
 RoU'd heavy; dark, and unenjoy'd along; 
 A waste of time! till Industry appro^chM^ 
 
ALTUiMN. 113 
 
 And rous'd him from his miserable sloth; 
 
 His faculties unfolded; pointed out, 
 
 Where lavish Nature the directing hand 
 
 Of Art demanded ! show'd him how to raise 
 
 His feeble force by the meclianic powers. 
 
 To dig the mineral from the vaulted earth; 
 
 On what to turn the piercing rage of fire; 
 
 On what the torrent, and the gather'd blast; 
 
 Gave the tall ancient forest to his axe; 
 
 Taught him to chip the wood, and hew the stone, 
 
 Till by degrees the finish'd fabric rose; 
 
 Tore from his limbs the blood-polluted fur. 
 
 And wrapt them in the woolly vestment warm; 
 
 Or bright in glossy silk, and flowing lawn; 
 
 With wholesome viands fill'd his table; pour'd 
 
 The generous glass around, inspir'd to wake 
 
 The life-refining soul of decent Avit : 
 
 Nor stopp'd at barren bare necessity; 
 
 But still advancing bolder, led him on 
 
 To pomp, to pleasure, elegance, and grace; 
 
 And, breathing high ambition through his soul, 
 Set science, wisdom, glory in his view. 
 
 And bade him be the Lord of all below. 
 
 Then gathering men their natural powers combin'd 
 And form'd a public; to the general good 
 Submitting, aiming, and conducting all. 
 For this the Patriot-Council met, the full, 
 The free, the fairly represented Whole; 
 For this they plann'd the wholly guardian laws. 
 Histinguish'd orders, animated arts. 
 And with joint force oppression chaining, set 
 Imperial Justice at the helm; yet still 
 To them accountable: nor slavish dream'd 
 That toiling millions must resign their weal, 
 And all the honey of their search, to such 
 As for themselves alone, themselves have rais'd. 
 Hence every form of cultivated life 
 In order set, protected, and inspir'd, 
 Into perfection wrought. Uniting all, 
 tSociety grew numerous, high, polite^ 
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.114 AUTUMN. 
 
 And happy. Nurse of art! the ciiy ro;ir'd 
 Jn beaiiteous pride lier tower-encircled head; 
 And, stretching street on street, by thousands drew^ 
 From twiniag woody haunts, or the tough yew 
 To bows strong-straining, her aspiring sons. 
 
 Then Commerce brought into the pubHc walk 
 The busy merchant; the big warehouse built; 
 Bais'd tile strong crai;e; chok'd up the loaded street 
 With foreign plenty; and thy stream, O Thames, 
 Large, gentle, deep, majestic, king of floods! 
 Chose for his grand resort. On either hand, 
 Like a long wintry forest, groves of masts 
 Shot up their spires; the bellying sheet betweea 
 Possess'd the breezy void; the sooty hulk 
 Steer- d sluggish on; the splendid barge along 
 Row'd, regular, io harmony; around, 
 The boat, light skimming, stretch'd its oary wings. 
 While deep the various voice of fervent toil 
 From bank to bank increas'd : whence, ribb'd with oak j 
 To bear the British thunder, hiack, and bold^ 
 The roaring vessel rush'd into t.h(> main. 
 
 Tiien, too, the piilar'd dome, magiufic, heav'd 
 Its ample roof ; and Luxury within 
 Pour'd out her glitt'ring stores: the canvass smooth. 
 With glowing life protuberant, to the view 
 Embodied rose; the statute seem'd to breath<^ 
 And soften into fiesh; beneath the touch 
 Of forming art, imagination flushed. 
 
 All is the gift of Industry; whate'er 
 Exalts, embellishes, and renders life 
 Delightful. Pensive Winter cheerd by him 
 Sits at the social fire, and happy hears 
 Th' excluded tempest idly rave along; 
 His harden'd fingers deck the gaudy Spring; 
 Without him Summer were an arid waste. 
 Nor to th' Autumnal months could thus transmit 
 Those full, mature, immeasurable stores. 
 That, waving round, recall my wandering song. 
 
 Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky, 
 And, unpercejv'd, unfolds the spreading day^, 
 
AUTUMN, ii,i 
 
 Before the ripen'd field the reapers stioidj 
 
 In fair array; each by the lass he loves; 
 
 To bear the rougher part, and mitigate 
 
 By nameless gentle offices, her toil. 
 
 At once they stoop and swell the lusty sheaves; 
 
 While through their cheerful band, the rural talk. 
 
 The rural scandal, and the rural jest. 
 
 Fly harmless; to deceive the tedious time. 
 
 And steal unfelt the sultry hours away. 
 
 Behind the master walks, buiid:-; up the shocks. 
 
 And, conscious, glancing oft on every side 
 
 His sated eye, feels his heart heave with joy. 
 
 The gleaners spread around, and here and there. 
 
 Spike after spike their scanty harvest pick. 
 
 Be not too narrow, husbandmen ! but fling 
 From the full sheaf, with charitable slealth, 
 The liberal handful. Think, oh ! grateful think ! 
 How good the God of harvest is to you; 
 Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields; 
 While these unhappy partners of your kind 
 Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven. 
 And ask their humble dole. The various turns 
 Of fortune ponder; that your sons may want 
 What now, with hard reluctance, faint, ye give. 
 
 The lovely young Lavinia once had friends, 
 And fortune smil'd, deceitful, on her birth. 
 For, in her helpless years depriv'd of all. 
 Of every stay, save Innocence and Heaven, 
 S^he, with her widowed mother, feeble, old, 
 And poor, liv'd in a cottage, far retir'd 
 Among the windings of a woody vale; 
 By solitude and deep surrounding shades. 
 But more by bashful modesty conceal'd. 
 Together thus thej' shunn'd the cruel scorn 
 Which virtue, sunk to poverty, would meet 
 From giddy passion and low-minded pride: 
 Almost on Nature's common bounty fed; 
 Like the gay birds that sung them to repose, 
 Content, and careless of to-morrow's fare. 
 Her form was fresher thaa the morning rose. 
 
116 AUTUMX. 
 
 When the dew wets its leaves; unstain*d and pure. 
 As is the lily, or the mountain snow. 
 The modest Virtues mingled in her eyes, 
 Still on the ground dejected, darting all 
 Their humid beams into the blooming flowers: 
 Or, when the mournful tale her mother told, 
 Of what her faithless fortune promis'd once, 
 Thrill'd in her thought, they, like the dewy star 
 Of evening, shone in tears. A native grace 
 Sat fair proportion'd on her polish'd limbs, 
 Veil'd in a snnple robe, their best attire, 
 Beyond the pomp of dress; for loveliness 
 Needs not the foreign aid of ornament. 
 But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most. 
 Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's self, 
 Recluse amid the close-embowering woods. 
 As in the hollow breast ^f Appenine, 
 Beneath the shelter of encircling hills, 
 A myrtle rises far from human eye. 
 And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild: 
 So flourish'd blooming, and unseen by all, 
 The sweet Lavinia; till, at length, compell'd 
 By strong Necessity's supreme command. 
 With smiling patience in her looks, she went, 
 To glean Palemon's fields. The pride of swains 
 Palemon was, the generous, and the rich; 
 Who led the rural life in all its joy 
 And elegance, such as Arcadian song 
 Transmits from ancient, uncorrupted times; 
 When tyrant custom had not shackled man, 
 But free to follow Nature was the mode. 
 He then, his fancy with autumnal scenes 
 Amusing, chanc'd beside his reaper-train 
 To walk, when poor Lavinia drew his eye; 
 Unconscious of her power, and turning quick 
 With unaffected blushes from his gaze: 
 He saw her charming, but he saw not half 
 The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd. 
 That very moment love and chaste desire 
 Sprung m his bosom, to himself imkno-wnj 
 
AUTUMN. llf 
 
 For stiil the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, 
 Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn, 
 Should his heart own a gleaner in the field; 
 And thus in secret to his soul he sigh'd: 
 
 •' What pity! that so delicate a form, 
 By beauty kindled, where enlivening sense 
 And more than vulgar goodness seem to dwell, 
 Should be devoted to the rude embrace 
 Of some indecent ciown ! she Itfoks, methinks^ 
 Of old Acasto's line; and to my mind 
 Recalls that patron of my happy life. 
 From whom my liberal fortune took its rise; 
 Now to the dust gone down; his houses, lands, 
 And once fair-spreading family, dissolv'd. 
 'Tis said, that in some lone, obscure retreat, 
 Urg'd by remembrance sad, and decent pride, 
 Far from those scenes which knew their better days. 
 His aged widow and his daughter live, 
 Whom yet my fruitless search could never find. 
 Romantic wish ! would this the daughter were !" 
 
 When, strict inquiring, from herself he found 
 She was the same, the daughter of his friend. 
 Of bountiful Acasto; who can speak 
 The mingled passions that surpris'd his heart. 
 And through his nerves in shivering transport ran ? 
 Then blaz'd his smother'd flame, avow'd, and bold: 
 And as he view'd her, ardent, o'er and o'er. 
 Love, gratitude, and pity wept at once. 
 Confus'd, and frighten'd at his sudden tears. 
 Her rising beauties flush'd a hig er bloom, 
 As thus Palemon, passionate and just, 
 Pour'd out the pious rapture of his soul: 
 
 " And art thou then Acasto's dear remains? 
 She, whom my restless gratitude ha5 sought, 
 So long in vain? O heavens! the very same, 
 The soften'd imago of my noble friend; 
 Alive his every look, his every feature, 
 More elegantly toueh'd. Sweeter than Spring ! 
 Thou sole surviving blossom from the root 
 Th^t nourish'd up my fortune ! say, ah where^ 
 
1 i^ \l ILM\. 
 
 in what sequesterM desert, hast thou drawn 
 
 The kindest aspect of dehghted heaven ? 
 
 Into such beauty spread, and blown so fair; 
 
 Though Poverty's cold wind, and crushing rain. 
 
 Beat keen, and heavy, on thy tender years? 
 
 O let me now, into a richer soil. 
 
 Transplant thee safe ! where vernal suns, and showers^ 
 
 Diffuse their warmest, largest influence, 
 
 And of my garden be the pride, and joy! 
 
 It ill befits thee, oh! it ill befits 
 
 Acasto's daughter, his, whose open stores, 
 
 Though vast, were fittle to his ampler hearty 
 
 The father of a country, thus to pick 
 
 The very refuse of those harvest-fields, 
 
 Wliich from his bounteous friendship I enjoy. 
 
 Then throw that shameful pittance from thy hand, 
 
 But ill applied to such a rugged task; 
 
 The fields, the master, all, my fair, are thine; 
 
 If to the various blessings which thy house 
 
 Has on me lavish'd, thou wilt add that bliss. 
 
 That dearest bliss, the power of blessing thee!" 
 
 Here ceas'd the youth: yet still his speaking eye 
 Express'd the sacred triumph of his soul, 
 With conscious virtue, gratitude, and love, 
 Above the vulgar joy divinely rais'd 
 Nor waited he reply. Won by the charm 
 Of goodness irresistible, and all 
 In sweet disorder lost, she blush'd consent. 
 The news immediate to her mother brought, 
 While, pierc'd with anxious thought, she pin'd away 
 The lonely moments for Lavinia's fate; 
 Amaz'd, and scarce believing what she heard, 
 Joy seiz'd her wither'd veins, and one bright gleam 
 Of setting life shone on her evening-hours : 
 IVot less enraptur'd than the happy pair, 
 Who flourish'd long in tender bliss, and rear'd 
 A numerous offspring, lovely like themselves; 
 And good, the grace of all the country round- 
 
 Defeating oft the labours of the year. 
 The sultry south collects a potent blast. 
 
AUTUMN. tl9 
 
 At first the groves are scarcely seen to stir 
 
 Their trembling tops; and a still murmur runs 
 
 Along the soft inclining fields of corn. 
 
 But, as th' aerial tempest fuller swells, 
 
 And in one mighty stream, invisible. 
 
 Immense, the whole excited atmosphere, 
 
 Impetuous rushes, o'er the sounding world; 
 
 Strain'd to the root, the stooping forest pours 
 
 A rustling shower of yet untimely leaves. 
 
 High-beat, the circling mountains eddy in, 
 
 From the bare wild, the dissipated storm. 
 
 And send it in a torrent down the vale. 
 
 Expos'd, and naked, to its utmost rage. 
 
 Through all the sea of harvest rolling round. 
 
 The billowy plain floats wide; nor can evade. 
 
 Though pliant to the blast, its seizing force; 
 
 Or, whirl'd in air, or into vacant chaflf 
 
 Shook waste. And sometimes too a burst of rain. 
 
 Swept from the black horizon, broad, descends 
 
 In one continuous flood. Still over head 
 
 The mingling tempest weaves its gloom, and still 
 
 The deluge deepens; till the fields around 
 
 Lie sunk, and flatted, in the sordid wave. 
 
 Sudden, the ditches swell; the meadows swim. 
 
 Red, from the hills, innumerable streams 
 
 Tumultuous roar; and high above its banks 
 
 The river lift; before whose rushing tide. 
 
 Herds, flocks, and harvests, cottages, and swains^ 
 
 Roll mingled down; all that the winds had spared 
 
 In one wild moment ruin'd; the big hopes. 
 
 And well-earn'd treasures of the painful year. 
 
 Fled to some eminence, the husbandman. 
 Helpless, beholds the miserable wreck 
 Driving along; his drowning ox at once 
 Descending, with his labours scatter'd round. 
 He sees; and instant o'er his shivering thought 
 Comes \Vinter unprovided, and a train 
 Of oJaiment children dear.; Ye masters, then, 
 Be mindful of the rough laborious hand 
 That sinks you soft in elegance and ease; 
 
120 A-a-tmia'. 
 
 Be mindful of those limbs in russet clad, 
 Whose toil to yours is warmth and graceful pride; 
 And, oh! be mindful of that sparing board, 
 Which covers yours with luxury profuse; 
 Makes your glass sparkle, and j-'our sense rejoice; 
 Nor cruelly demand what the deep rains. 
 And all-involving winds, have swept away. 
 
 Here the rude clamour of the sportsman's joy, 
 The gun fast thundering, and the winded horn. 
 Would tempt the Muse to sing the rural game: 
 How, in his mid-career, the spaniel struck, 
 Stiff, by the tainted gale, with open nose, 
 Outstretch'd, and finely sensible, draws full. 
 Fearful, and cautious, on the latent prey; 
 As in the sun the circling covey bask 
 Their varied plumes, and watchful every way. 
 Through the rough stubble turn the secret eye. 
 Caught in the meshy snare, in vain they beat 
 T^heir idle wings, entangled more and more: 
 Nor on the surges of the boundless air, 
 Though borne triumphant, are they safe; the gun'^ 
 Glanc'd just, and sudden, from the fowler'ss eye, 
 O'ertakes their sounding pinions: and agaiu, 
 Immediate brings them from the towering wing, 
 Dead to the ground; or drives them wide-dispers\ij 
 Wounded, and Wheeling various, down the wiud= 
 
 These are not subjects for the peaceful Muse^ 
 Nor will she stain with such her spotless song • 
 Then most delighted, when she social sees 
 The whole mix'd animal creation round 
 Alive, and happy. 'Tis not joy to her. 
 This falsely-cheerful barbarous game of death. 
 This rage of pleasure, which the restless youth 
 Awakes, impatient, with the gleaming morn; 
 When beasts of prey retire, that all night long, 
 Urg'd by necessity, had rang'd the dark, 
 As if their conscious ravage shunn'd the light, 
 Asham'd. Not so the steady tyrant Man, 
 Who, with the thoughtless insolence of power 
 Inflamed, beyond the most infuriate wrath 
 
AIjTu^l^c i'xil 
 
 Of the worst monster that e'er roamed the waste. 
 For sport alone pursues the cruel chase. 
 Amid the beamings of the gentle days. 
 Upbraid, ye raving tribes, our wanton rage» 
 For hunger kindles you, and lawless want; 
 But lavish fed, in Nature's bounty rolled. 
 To joy at anguish, and delight in blood, 
 Is what your horrid bosoms never knew. 
 Poor is the triumph o'er the timid hare ! 
 Scar'd from the corn, and now to some lone seat 
 Retir'd: the rushy fen, the ragged furze, 
 Stretch'd o'er the stony heath: the stubble chaptj 
 The thistly laAvn; the thick-entangled broom; 
 Of the same friendly hue, the wither'd fern; 
 the fallow ground laid open to the sun, 
 Concoctive; and the nodding sandy bank, 
 Hung o'er the mazes of the mountain brook. 
 Vain in her best precaution; though she sits. 
 Conceal'd with folded ears; unsleeping eyes. 
 By nature rais'd to take th' horizon in; 
 And head couch'd close betwixt her hairy feet;, 
 In act to spring away. The scented dew 
 Betrays her early labyrinth; and deep, 
 In scatter'd sullen openings, far behind, 
 With every breeze she hears the coming storm. 
 But nearer, and more frequent, as it loads 
 The sighing gale, she springs amaz'd, and all 
 The savage soul of game is up at once: 
 The pack full opening, various; the shrill horn 
 Resounded from the hills; the neighing steed, 
 Wild for the chase; and the loud hunter's shout j 
 O'er a weak, harmless, flying creature, all 
 Mix'd in mad tumult, and discordant joy. 
 
 The stag, too, singled from the herd, where long 
 He rang'd, the branching monarch of the shades. 
 Before the tempest drives. At first in speed 
 He, sprightly, puts his faith, and, rous'd by fear, 
 Gives all his swift aerial soul to flight; 
 Against the breeze he darts, that way the more 
 To leave the lessening murderous cry behind: 
 
12^ AUTtTM\-« 
 
 Deception short! though fleeter than the winds 
 Blown o'er the keen-air'd mountain by the north, 
 He bursts the thickets, glances through the glades. 
 And plunges deep into the wildest wood: 
 If slow, yet sure, adhesive to the track. 
 Hot steaming, up behind him come again 
 Th' inhuman rout, and from the shady depth 
 Expel him, circling through his every shift. 
 He sweeps the forest oft; and sobbing sees 
 The glades, mild opening to the golden day; 
 Where, in kind contest, with his butting friends 
 He wont to struggle, or his loves enjoy. 
 Oft in the full-descending flood he tries 
 To lose the scent, and lave his burning sides. 
 Oft seeks the herd ; the watchful herd, alarm'd. 
 With selfish care avoid a brother's wo. 
 What shall he do? His once so vivid nerves. 
 So full of buoyant spirit, now no more 
 Inspire the course; but fainting, breathless toil. 
 Sick, seizes on his heart: he stands at bay. 
 And puts his last weak refuge in despair. 
 The big round tears run down his dappled face; 
 He groans in anguish; while the growling pack. 
 Blood-happy, hang at his fair jutting chest, 
 And mark his beauteous chequer'd sides with gore. 
 Of this enough. But if the sylvan youth, 
 Whose fervent blood boils into violence, 
 Must have the chase; behold, despising flight. 
 The rous'd-up lion, resolute, and slow, 
 Advancing full on the protended spear. 
 And coward-band, that circling wheel aloof. 
 Slunk from the cavern, and the troubled wood, 
 See the grim wolf ; on him his shaggy foe 
 Vindictive fix, and let the ruffian die; 
 Or, growling horrid, as the brindled boar 
 Grins fell destruction, to the monster's heart 
 Let the dart lighten from the nervous arm. 
 
 These Britain knows not; give, ye Britons, then 
 Your sportive fury, pitileos. to pour 
 Lw?5R on the nightly robber of the fold: 
 
Him, irom his craggy windiug hauuts uueaitli'd, 
 Ijet all the thunder of the chase pursue. 
 Throw the broad ditch behind you: o'er the hedge 
 High-bound, resistless; nor the deep morass 
 Refuse, but through the shaking wilderness 
 Pick your nice way; into the perilous flood 
 Bear fearless, of the raging instinct full; 
 And, as you ride the torrent, to the banks 
 Your triumph sound sonorous, running round. 
 From rock to rock, in circhng echoes tost; 
 Then scale the mountains to their woody tops; 
 Rush down the dangerous steep; and o'er the lawn. 
 In fancy swallowing up the space between, 
 Pour all your speed into the rapid game. 
 For happy he! who tops the wheeling chase; 
 Has every maze envolv'd, and every guile 
 Disclos'd; who knows the merits of the pack; 
 Who saw the villain seiz'd and dying hard 
 Without complaint, though by a hundred mouths 
 Relentless torn: O glorious he, beyond 
 His daring peers! when the retreating horn 
 Calls them to ghostly halls of gray renown. 
 With woodland honours grac'd; the fox's fur, 
 Depending decent from the roof, and spread 
 Round the drear walls, with antic figures fierce. 
 The stag's large front: he then is loudest heard, 
 When the night staggers with severer toils. 
 With feats Thessalian Centaurs never knew. 
 And their repeated wonders shake the dome. 
 
 But first the fuell'd chimney blazes wide; 
 The tankards foam; and the strong table groans 
 Beneath the smoking sirloin, stretch'd immense 
 From side to side; in which, with desperate knife. 
 They deep incision make, and talk the while 
 Of England's glory, ne'er to be defac'd. 
 While hence they borrow vigour, or amain, 
 Into the pasty plung'd, at intervals, 
 If stomach keen can intervals allow. 
 Relating all the glories of the chase. 
 Then sated Hunger bids his brother Thirst 
 
124 AUTUMX, 
 
 Produce the mighty bowl; the mighty bowl, 
 
 Swell'd high with fiery juice, streams liberal round 
 
 A potent gale; delicious, as the breath- 
 
 Of Maia to the love-sick shepherdess. 
 
 On violets diffus'd; while soft she hears 
 
 Her panting shepherd stealing to her arms. 
 
 ]\or wanting is the brown October, drawn, 
 
 Mature and perfect, from his dark retreat 
 
 Oi thirty years; and now his honest front 
 
 Flames in the light refulgent, not afraid 
 
 E'en with the vineyard's best produce to vie. 
 
 To cheat the thirsty moments, Whist awhile 
 
 Walks his dull round, beneath a cloud of smoke. 
 
 Wreath'd, fragrant, from the pipe: or the quick dice. 
 
 In thunder leaping from the box, awake 
 
 The sounding gammon; while romp-loving miss 
 
 Is haul'd about, in gallantry robust. 
 
 At last these pulling idlenesses laid 
 Aside, frequent and full, the dry divan 
 Close in firm circle; and set, ardent, in 
 For serious drinking. Nor evasion sly, 
 Nor sober shift, is to the puking wretch 
 Indulg'd apart; but earnest, brimming bowls 
 Lave every soul, the table floating round, 
 And pavement, faithless to the fuddled foot. 
 Thus as they swim in mutual swill, the talk. 
 Vociferous at once from twenty tongues. 
 Reels fast from theme to theme; from horses, hoimds. 
 To church or mistress, politics or ghost, 
 In endless mazes, intricate, perplex'd. 
 Meantime, with sudden interruption, loud, 
 Th' impatient catch bursts from the joyous heart; 
 That moment touch'd is every kindred soul; 
 And, opening in a fuU-mouth'd cry of joy. 
 The laugh, the slap, the jocund curse go round; 
 While from their slumbers shook, the kennel'd hounds 
 Mix in the music of the day again. 
 As when the tempest, that has vex'd the deep 
 The dark night long, with fainter murmurs falls; 
 So, gradual, sinks their mirth. Their feeble tongues. 
 
AUTUMX. 125 
 
 Unable to take up the cumbrous word, 
 
 JLie quite dissolv'd. Before their maudlin eyes 
 
 Seem dim, and blue, the double tapers dance. 
 
 Like the sun wading through the misty sky. 
 
 Then, sliding soft, they drop. Confus'd above. 
 
 Glasses and bottles, pipes and gazetteers. 
 
 As if the table e'en itself was drunk. 
 
 Lie a wet broken scene; and wide, below. 
 
 Is heap'd the social slaughter: where astride 
 
 The lubber Power in filthy triumph sits. 
 
 Slumbrous, inclining still from side to side. 
 
 And steeps them drench'd in potent sleep till morn. 
 
 Perhaps some doctor of tremendous paunch. 
 
 Awful and deep, a black abyss of drink. 
 
 Outlives them all; and from his buried flock 
 
 Retiring, full of rumination sad. 
 
 Laments the v/eakness of these latter times. 
 
 But if the rougher sex by this fierce sport 
 Is hurried wild, let not such horrid joy 
 E'er stain the bosom of the British fair. 
 Far be the spirit of the chase from them ! 
 Uncomely courage, unbeseeming skill; 
 To spring the fence, to rein the prancing steed; 
 The cap, the whip, the masculine attire, 
 In which they roughen to the sense, and all 
 The winning softness of their sex is lost. 
 In them 'tis graceful to dissolve at wo; 
 With every motion, every word, to wave 
 Quick o'er the kindling cheek the ready blush. 
 And from the smallest violence to shrink 
 "Unequal; then the loveliest in their fears. 
 And by this silent adulation, soft. 
 To their protection more engaging Man. 
 
 O may their eyes no miserable sight. 
 Save weeping lovers, see; a nobler game. 
 Through love's enchanting wiles pursued, yet fledj 
 In chase ambiguous. May their tender limbs 
 Float in the loose simplicity of dress; 
 And, fashion'd all to harmony, alone 
 Know they to seize the captivated soul, 
 In rapture warbled fjom love-breatbing lips; 
 t2 
 
lx.ij AUTUMN. 
 
 To teach the lule: to lanquish; with smooth step. 
 
 Disclosing motion in its every charm, 
 
 To swim along, and swell the mazy dance; 
 
 To train the foliage o'er the snowy lawn; 
 
 To guide the pencil, turn the tuneful page; 
 
 To lend new flavour to the fruitful year, 
 
 And hi'ighten Nature's dainties; in their race 
 
 To rear their graces into second life; 
 
 To give society its highest taste; 
 
 Well-order'd home, man's best delight to make, 
 
 And by submissive wisdom, modest skill. 
 
 With every gentle care-eluding art. 
 
 To raise the virtues, animate the bliss, 
 
 And sweeten all the toils of human life: 
 
 This be the female dignity, and praise. 
 
 Ye swains, now hasten to the hazel-bank; 
 Where, down yon dale, the wildly-winding brook 
 Falls hoarse from steep to steep. In close array, 
 Fit for the thickets and the tangling shrub, 
 Ye virgins come. For you their latest song 
 The woodlands raise; the clustering nuts for you 
 The lover finds amid the secret shade; 
 And, where they burnish on the topmast bough. 
 With active vigour crushes down the trees; 
 Or shakes them ripe from the resigning husk^ 
 A glossy shower, and of an ardent brown, 
 As are the ringlets of Melinda's hair; 
 Melindal form'd with every grace complete. 
 Yet the.'-'e neglecting, above beauty wise. 
 And far transcending such a vulgar praise. 
 
 Hence from the busy joy-resounding field?, 
 In cheerful error, let us tread the maze 
 Of Autumn, unconfin'd; and taste, reviv'd. 
 The breath of orchard, big with bending fruit. 
 Obedient to the breeze and beating ray. 
 From the deep-loaded bough a mellow shower 
 Incessant melts away. The juicy pear 
 Lies in a soft profusion, scatter'd round. 
 A various sweetness swells the gentle race; 
 By Nature's all-refining hand prepar'd; 
 
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 Of temper'd sun, and water, earth, and air. 
 In ever-changing composition raix'd. 
 Such, falling frequent through the chiller night. 
 The fragrant stores, the wide-projected heaps 
 Of apples, which the lusty handed Year, 
 Innumerous, o'er the blushing orchard shakes 
 A various spirit, fresh, delicious, keen, 
 Dwells in their gelid pores; and, active, points 
 The piercing cider for the thirsty tongue: 
 Thy native theme, and boon inspirer too, 
 Philips, Pomona's bard! the second thou 
 Who nobly durst, in rhyme-un etter'd verse, 
 With British freedom sing the British song: 
 How, from Silurian vats, high-sparkling wines 
 Foam in transparent floods; some strong, to cheer 
 The wintry revels of the labouring hind; 
 And tasteful som.e, to cool the summer hours. 
 
 In this glad season, v/hile his sweetest beams 
 The sun sheds equal o'er the meeken'd day; 
 Oh lose me in the grten delightful walks 
 Of, Uodington, thy seat, serene and plain; 
 Where simple Nature reigns; and every view, 
 Diffusive, spreads the pure Dorsetian downs. 
 In boundless prospect; yonder shagg'd with wood, 
 Here rich with harvest, and there white with flocks 1 
 Meantime the grandeur of thy lofty dome, 
 Far-sp!endid, seizes on the ravish'd eye. 
 New beauties rise with each revolving day; 
 New columns swell; and still the fresh Spring finds 
 New plants to quicken, and new groves to green. 
 Full of thy genius all I the Muse's seat: 
 Where in the secret bower, and winding walk. 
 For virtuous Young and thee they twine the bay. 
 Here wandering oft, fir'd with the restless thirst 
 Of thy applause, I solitary court 
 Th' inspiring breeze; and meditate the book 
 Of Nature ever open; aiming thence, 
 Warm from the heart, to learn the moral song. 
 Here, as I steal along the sunny wall, 
 Where Autumn basks, with fruit empurpled deep, 
 
im actum:;. 
 
 My pleasing theme continual prompts my thought: 
 Presents the downy peach, the shining plum; 
 The ruddy, fragrant nectarine; and dark. 
 Beneath his ample leaf, the luscious fig. 
 The vine too here her curling tendrils shoots; 
 Hangs out her clusters, glowing to the south; 
 And scarcely wishes for a warmer sky.. 
 
 Turn we a moment Fancy's rapid flight 
 To vigorous soils, and climes of fair extent: 
 Where, by the potent sun elated high, 
 The vineyard swells refulgent on the day; 
 Spreads e'er the vale; or up the mountain climb.s, 
 Profuse; and drinks amid the sunny rocks, 
 From cliff to clitf increas'd the heighten'd blaze. 
 IjOW bend the weighty boughs. The clusters clear. 
 Half through the foliage seen, or ardent flame, 
 Or shine transparent; while perfection breathes 
 White o'er the turgent film the living dew. 
 As thus they brighten with exalted juice, 
 Touch'd into flavour by the mingling ray; 
 The rural youth and virgins o'er the field. 
 Each fond for each to cull the autumnal prime, 
 Exulting rove and speak the vintage nigh. 
 Then comes the crushing swain; the country floats. 
 And foams unbounded Avith the mashy flood; 
 That by degrees fermented, and refin'd. 
 Hound the rais'd nations pours the cup of joy: 
 The claret smooth, red as the lip we press 
 In sparkling fancy, while we dvain the bowl; 
 The mellow-tasted burgundy; and quick, 
 As is the wit it gives, the gay champaign. 
 
 Now, by the cool, declining year condens'd. 
 Descend the copious exhalations; check'd 
 As up the middle sky unseen they stole; 
 And roll the doubling fogs around the hill. 
 No more the mountain, horrid, vast, sublime. 
 Who pours a sweep of rivers from his sides. 
 And high between contending kingdoms rears 
 The rocky long division, fills the view 
 With great variety; but in a 2iight 
 
AUTUMN. 12§ 
 
 Of gathering x'apour, from the baffled sense 
 Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far, 
 The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plain: 
 Vanish the \\oods; the dim-seen river seems 
 Sullen and slow, to roll the misty wave. 
 E'en in the height of noon oppress'd, the sun 
 Sheds weak, and blunt his wide refracted ray; 
 Whence glaring oft, with many a broaden'd, orb. 
 He frights the nations. Indistinct on earth. 
 Seen through the turbid air, beyond the life 
 Objects appear; and wildered o'er the waste 
 The siiepherd stalks gigantic. Till at last 
 Wreath'd dun around, in deeper circles still 
 Successive closing, sits the general fog 
 Unbounded o'er the world; and, mingling thick j 
 A formless gray confusion covers all. 
 As when of old (so sung the Hebrew bard) 
 Light, uncollected, through the chaos urged 
 Its infant way; nor Order yet had drawn 
 His lovely train from out the dubious gloom. 
 
 These roving mists, that constant now begin 
 To smoke along the hilly country, these. 
 With weighty rains, and melted Alpine snows, 
 The mountain-cisterns fill, those ample stores 
 Of water, scoop'd among the hollow rocks; 
 Whence gush the streams, the ceaseless fountains play. 
 And their unfailing wealth the rivers draw. 
 Some sages say, that where the numerous wave 
 For ever lashes the resounding shore, 
 Drill'd through the sandy stratum, every way. 
 The waters with the sandy stratum rise; 
 Amid whose angles infinitely strain'd, 
 They joyful leave their jaggy salts behind, 
 And clear and sweeten, as they soak along. 
 Nor stops the restless fluid, mounting still. 
 Though oft amidst th' irriguous vale its springs; 
 But to the mountain courted by the sand. 
 That leads it darkling on in faithful maze. 
 Far from the parent-main, it boils again 
 Fresh into day; and all the glittering hill 
 
130 AUTUMN. 
 
 Is blight with spouting rills. But hence this vaiii. 
 
 Amusing dream ! why should the waters love 
 
 To take so far a journey to the hills, 
 
 "When the sweet valleys offer to their toil 
 
 Inviting quiet, and a nearer bed? 
 
 Or if, by blind ambition led astray, 
 
 They must aspire; why should they sudden stop 
 
 Among the broken mountain's rushy dells, 
 
 And, ere they gain its highest peak, desert 
 
 Th' attractive sand that charm'd their course so long? 
 
 Besides, the hard agglomerating salts. 
 
 The spoil of ages, would impervious choke 
 
 Their secret channels; or, by slow degrees, 
 
 High as the hills protrude the swelling vales: 
 
 Old Ocean too, suck'd through the porous globe. 
 
 Had long ere now forsook his horrid bed, 
 
 And brought Deucalion's watery times again. 
 
 Say then, where lurk the vast eternal springs. 
 That, like creating Nature, lie conceal'd 
 From mortal eye, yet with their lavish stores 
 Refresh the globe, and all its joyous tribes? 
 O thou pervading Gei^us, given to man. 
 To trace the secrets of the dark abyss I 
 O lay the mountains bare; and wide display 
 Their hidden structure to th' astonish'd view; 
 Strip from the branching Alps their piny loadj 
 The huge encumbrance of horrific woods 
 From Asian Taurus, from Imaus stretch'd 
 Athwart the roving Tartar's sullen bounds; 
 Give opening Hemus to my searching eye. 
 And high Olympus pouring many a stream. 
 O from the sounding summits of the north 
 The Dofrine hills, through Scandinavia roll'd 
 To furthest Lapland and the frozen main; 
 From lofty Caucasus, far seen by those 
 Who in the Caspian and black Euxine toil; 
 From cold Biphean rocks, which the wild Russ 
 Believes the stony girdle* of the world; 
 
 The Muscovites Call the Riphean Mountains IVetiki Carmn'j^ 
 
And all the dreadful mountaifts, Wrap'd in stofin. 
 Whence wide Siberia draws her lonely floods; 
 
 sweep th' eternal snows, hung o'er the deep, 
 That ever works beneath his sounding base, 
 Bid Atlas, propping heaven, as poets feign, 
 His subterranean wonders spread; unveil 
 
 The miny caverns, blazing on the day, 
 Of Abyssinia's cloud-compelling cliffs, 
 And of the bending Mountains of the Moon!* 
 O'ertopping all these giant sons of earth, 
 Let the dire Andes, from the radient line 
 Stretch'd to the stormy seas that thunder round 
 The southern pole, their hideous deeps unfold. 
 Amazing scene! behold, the glooms disclose 
 
 1 see the rivers in their infant beds; 
 
 Deep, deep, I hear them labouring to get free» 
 I see the leaning strata artful rang'd: 
 The gaping fissures to receive the rains, 
 The melting snows, and ever-dripping fogs. 
 Strew'd bibulous above I see the sands. 
 The pebblj^ gravel next, the layers then 
 Of mingled moulds, of more retentive earths. 
 The gutter'd rocks and mazy running clefts; 
 That while the stealing moisture they transmit. 
 Retard its motion, and forbid its waste. 
 Beneath th' incessant weeping of these drains, 
 I see the rocky siphons stretch'd immense; 
 The mighty reservoirs, of harden'd chalk. 
 Or stiff compacted clay, capacious form'd. 
 O'erflowing thence, the congregated stores, /. 
 
 The chrystal treasures of the liquid world, 
 Through the stirr'd sands and bubbling passage burst, 
 And welling out, around the middle steep, 
 Or from the bottoms of the bosom'd hills, 
 In pure effusion flow. United, thus, 
 
 pays ; that is, the great stony girdle : because they suppose them 
 to encompass the whole earth. 
 
 * A range of mountans in Africa, thrtt n:rroiind almost aU 
 >roiio'mt)tap3. 
 
132 AUTUMN. 
 
 Th' exhaling sun, the vapour-burden'd air, 
 Th' gelid mountains, that to rain condens'd 
 These vapours in continual current draw. 
 And send them, o'er the fair-divided earth. 
 In bounteous rivers to the deep again ; 
 A social commerce hold, and firm support 
 The full-adjusted harmony of things. 
 
 When Autumn scatters his departing gleams, 
 Warn'd of approaching Winter, gatherd, play 
 The swallow-people; and toss'd wide around. 
 O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift. 
 The feather'd eddy floats: rejoicing once, 
 Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire ; 
 In clusters clung beneath the mouldering bank. 
 And where, unpierc'd by frost, the cavern sweats. 
 Or rather into warmer climes conveyed. 
 With other kindred birds of season, there 
 They twitter cheerful, till the vernal months 
 Invite them welcome back: for, thronging, now 
 Innumerous wings are in commotion all. 
 
 Where the Rhine loses his majestic force 
 In Belgian plains, won from the raging deep. 
 By diligence amazing, and the strong 
 Unconquerable hand of Liberty, 
 The stork-assembly meets; for many a day. 
 Consulting deep, and various, ere they take 
 Their arduous voyage through the liquid sky. 
 And now their route design'd, their leaders chose. 
 Their tribes adjusted, clean'd their vigorous wings, 
 And many a circle, many a short essay, 
 Wheel'd round and round, in congregation full 
 The figur'd flight ascends; and riding high 
 Th' aerial billows, mixes with the clouds. 
 Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls 
 Boils round the naked melancholy isles 
 Of furthest Thule, and th' Atlantic surge 
 Pours in among the stormy Hebrides; 
 Who can recount what transmigrations there 
 Are annual made? what nations come and go? 
 And how the living clouds on clouds arise ?• 
 
AUTUHN. 133 
 
 Xnnnite wings! till all the plume dark air, 
 And rude resounding shore ^ are one wild cry. 
 
 Here the plain harmless native, his small floekj 
 And herd diminutive of many hues, 
 Tends on the little island's verdant swell, 
 The shepherd's sea-girt reign; or, to the rocks 
 Dire-clinging, gathers his ovarious food ! 
 Or sweeps the fishy shore ! or treasures up 
 The plumage, rising full, to form the bed 
 Of luxury. And here awhile the Muse, 
 High hovering o'er the broad cerulean scene, 
 Sees Caledonia, in rom.antic view: 
 Her airy mountains, from the waving main. 
 Invested with a keen diffusive sky, 
 Breathing the soul acute: her forests huge, 
 Incult, robust, and tall, by Nature's hand 
 Planted of old; her azure 'akes between, 
 Pour'd out extensive, and of watery wealth 
 Full; winding deep, and green, her fertile vales; 
 With many a cool translucent brimming flood 
 Wash'd lovely., from the Tweed (pure parent streaifi; 
 Whose pastoral banks first heard my Doric creed, 
 With, sylvan Jed, thy tributary brook) 
 To where the north-inflated tempest foams 
 O'er Orca's or Betubium's highest peak: 
 Nurse of a people, in Misfortune's school 
 Train'd up to hardy deeds; soon visited 
 By Learning, when before the Gothic rage, 
 She took her western flight. A manly race. 
 Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; 
 Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard, 
 (As well unhappy Wallace can attest. 
 Great patriot-hero ! ill-requited chief !) 
 To hold a generous undiniinish'd state; 
 Too much in vain ! Hence of unequal bounds 
 Impatient, and by tempting glory borne 
 O'er every land; for every land their life 
 Has flow'd profuse, their piercing genius plann'd. 
 And sweird the pomp of peace their faithful- toil- 
 As from their own clear north in radiant streams, 
 M 
 
134 AUTUMK. 
 
 Bright over Europe bursts the boreal morn. 
 
 Oh, is there not some patriot, in whose power 
 That best, that godhke luxury is plac'd, 
 Of biessin"^ thousands, thousands yet unborn. 
 Through late posterity? some, large of soul. 
 To cheer dejected industry? to give 
 A double harvest to the pining swain? 
 And teach the labouring hand the sweets of toil? 
 How, by the finest art, the native robe 
 To weave; how, white as hyperborean snow. 
 To form the lucid lawn; with vent'rous oar 
 How to dash wide the billow; nor look on. 
 Shamefully passive, while Batavian fleets 
 Defraud us of the glittering finny swarms, 
 That heave our friths, and crowd upon our shores? 
 How all enlivening trade to i-ouse, and wing 
 The prosperous sail, from every growing port, 
 Uninjur'd, round the sea-encircled globe; 
 And thus, in soul United as in name, 
 Bid Britain reign the mistress of the deep? 
 
 Yes, there are such. And full on thee, Argyle. 
 Her hope, her stay, her darling, and her boast, 
 From her first patriots and her heroes sprung, 
 Thy fond imploring country turns her eye; 
 In thee, with all a mother's triumph, sees 
 Her every virtue, every grace combin'd; 
 Her genius, wisdom, her engaging turn; 
 Her^pride of honour, and her courage tried. 
 Calm, and intrepid, in the very throat 
 Of sulphurous war, on Tenier's dreadful field. 
 Nor less the palm of peace in wreaths thy brow: 
 For, powerful as thy sword, from thy rich tongue 
 Persuasion flows, and wins the high debate; 
 While mix'd in thee combine the charm of youth. 
 The force of manhood, and the depth of age. 
 Thee, Forbes, too, whom every worth attends; 
 As truth sincere, as weeping friendship kin<j[; 
 Thee, truly generous, and in silence great. 
 Thy country feels through her reviving arts, 
 Plann'd by thy wisdom, by thy soul inform'd, 
 
AUTUMN. • 135 
 
 And seldom hath she known a friend like thee. 
 
 But see the fading: many-colour'd woods, 
 Shade deepening over shade; the country round 
 ImbroWn; a crowded umbrage, dusk, and dun. 
 Of every hue, from wan declining green 
 To sooty dark. These now the lonesome Muse, 
 Low-whispering, lead into their leaf-strown walks. 
 And give the Season in its latest view. 
 
 Meantime, light-shadowing all, a sober calm 
 Fleeces unbounded ether; whose least wave 
 Stands tremulous, uncertain where to turn 
 The gentle current: while illumin'd wide. 
 The dewy-skirted clouds imbibe the sun, 
 And through their lucid veil his soften'd force 
 Shed o'er the peaceful world. Then is the time. 
 For those whom Wisdom and whom Nature charm, 
 To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd. 
 And soar above this little scene of things; 
 To tread low-thoughted Vice beneath their feet; 
 To sooth the throbbing passions into peace; 
 And woo lone Quiet in her silent walks. 
 
 Thus solitary, and in pensive guise, 
 Oft let me wander o'er the russet mead. 
 And through the sadden'd grove, where scarce is heard 
 One dying strain to cheer the woodman's toil. 
 Haply some widow'd songster pours his. plaint. 
 Far, in faint warblings, through the tawny copse:. 
 While congregated thrushes, linnets, larks. 
 And each wild throat, whose artless strains so late 
 Swell'd all the music of the swarming shades, 
 Robb'd of their tuneful souls, now shivering sit 
 On the dead trees a dull despondent flock; 
 AVith not a brightness waving o'er their plumes. 
 And naught save chattering discord in their note. 
 O let not, aim'u from some inhuman eye. 
 The gun, the music of the coming year, 
 Destro}^; and harmless, unsuspecting harm. 
 Lay the weak tribes, a miserable prey. 
 In mingled murder fluttering on the ground. 
 
 The pale descending year, yet pleasing still, 
 
13^ r\UTUMN. 
 
 A gentler mood inspires; for now the leaf 
 Incessant rustles from the mournful grove j 
 Oft startling such as, studious, walk below. 
 And slowly circles through the waving air, 
 But should a quicker breeze amid the boughs 
 Sob, o'er the sky the leafy deluge streams; 
 Till chok'd, and matted with the dreary shower,. 
 The forest-walks, at every rising gale, 
 Roll wide the wither 'd waste, and whistle bleak- 
 Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields; 
 And, shrunk into their beds, the flowery race 
 Their sunny robes resign. E'en what remain'd 
 Of stronger fruits, falls from the naked tree; 
 And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around 
 The desolated prospect thrills the soul. 
 
 He comes ! he comes ! in every breeze the Powe^ 
 Of Philosophic Melancholy comes ! 
 His near approach the sudden starting tear, 
 The glowing cheek, the mild dejected air. 
 The soften'd feature, and the beating heart, 
 Pierc'd deep with many a virtuous pang, declare* 
 O'er all the soul his sacred influence breathes: 
 Inflames imagination; through the breast 
 Infuses every tenderness; and far 
 Beyond him earth exalts the swelling thought. 
 Ten thousand thousand fleet ideas, such 
 As never mingled with the vulgar dream. 
 Crowd fast into the mind's creative eye. 
 As fast the correspondent passions rise, 
 As varied, and as high. Devotion rais'd 
 To rapture, and divine astonishment; 
 The love of Nature unconfin'd, and, chief. 
 Of human race; the large ambitious wish, 
 To make them blest; the sigh for suffering wortl% 
 'LiOst in obscurity; the noble scorn 
 Of tyrant-pride; the fearless great resolve; 
 The wonder which the dying-patriot draws, 
 Inspiring glory through remotest time; 
 Th' awaken'd throb for virtue, and for fame; 
 The sympathies of love, and friendship dear:. 
 
Vi'nh all the social offspring of the heart. 
 
 Oh! bear me then to vast embowering shades; 
 To twilight groves, and visionary vales, 
 To weeping grottos, and prophetic glooms, 
 "Where angel forms athwart the solemn dusk, 
 Tremendous sweep, or seem to sweep along; 
 And voices more than human, through the void 
 Deep-sounding, seize th' enthusiastic ear. 
 Or is this gloom to much? Then lead, ye powers. 
 That o'er the garden and the rural seat 
 Preside, whicli shining through the cheerful land. 
 In countless numbers blest Britannia sees; 
 O! lead me to the wide-extended walks. 
 The fair majestic paradise of Stowel* 
 Not Persian Cyrus on Ionia's shore 
 E'er saw such sylvan scenes; such various art 
 By genius lir'd, such ardent genius tam'd 
 By cool judicious art; that, in the strife. 
 All-beauteous Nature fears to be outdone. 
 And there, O Pitt! thy country's early boast, 
 There let me sit beneath the shelter'd slopes, 
 Or in that Templef where, in future times, 
 Thou well shalt merit a distinguish'd name; 
 And with thy converse blest, catch the last smiles 
 Of Autumn beaming o'er the yellow woods. 
 While there with thee th' enchanted round I walk, 
 The regulated wild; gay Fancy then 
 Will tread in thought the groves of attic land; 
 Will from thy standard taste refine her own. 
 Correct her pencil to the purest tnrth 
 Of Nature, or, the unimpassion'd shades 
 Forsaking, raise it to the human mind. 
 Or if hereafter she, with juster hand, 
 Shall draw the tragic scene, instruct her, thou. 
 To mark the varied movements of the heart. 
 What every decent character requires. 
 And every passion speaks; O! through her strain 
 
 * The seat of Lord Viscount Cobham. 
 t The Temple of Virtue in Stowe Gardens. 
 M 2 
 
138 AUTU-M-V. 
 
 Breathe thy pathetic eloquence ! that moulds 
 Th' attentive senate, charms, persuades, exalts. 
 Of honest Zeal th' indignant liohtning throws, 
 And shakes Corruption on her venal throne. 
 
 While thus we talk, and through Elysian vales 
 Delighted rove, perhaps a sigh escapes; 
 What pity, Cobham, thou thy verdant files 
 Of order'd trees shouldst here inglorious range. 
 Instead of squadrons flaming o'er the field, 
 And long embattled hosts; when the proud foe. 
 The faithless vain disturber of mankind. 
 Insulting Gaul, has rous'd the world to war; 
 When keen, once more, within their bounds to press 
 Those polish'd robbers, those ambitious slaves, / 
 The British youth would hail thy wise command, 
 Thy tem.per'd ardour and thy vet'ran skill. 
 
 The western sun withdraws the shorten'd day; 
 And humid Evening, gliding o'er the sky, 
 In her chill progress, to the ground condens'd 
 The vapours throws. Where creeping waters ooze. 
 Where marshes stagnate, and where rivers wind, 
 Cluster the rolling fogs, and vswim along 
 The dusky-mantled lawn. Meanwhile the Moon 
 FuU-orb'd, and breaking through the scatter'd cloudf^. 
 Shows her broad visage in the crimson'd east; 
 Turn'd to the sun direct, her spotted disk. 
 Where mountains rise, umbrageous dales descend. 
 And caverns deep, as optic tube descries, 
 A smaller earth gives us his blaze again. 
 Void of its flame', and sheds a softer day. 
 Now through the passing cloud she seems to stoop 
 Now up the pure cerulean rides sublime. 
 Wide the pale deluge floats; and streaming mild 
 O'er the sky'd mountain to the shadowy vale, 
 While rocks and floods reflect the quivering gleam 
 The whole air whitens with a boundless tide 
 Of silver radiance, trembling round the world. 
 
 But when half blotted from the sky her light. 
 Fainting, permits the starry fires to burn 
 With keener lu?tre through the depth of heaven; 
 
Or near extinct her deaden'd orb appears, 
 
 And scarce appears, of sickly, beamless white; 
 
 Oft in this season, silent from the north 
 
 A blaze of meteors shoots: ensweeping first 
 
 The lower skies, they all at once converge 
 
 High to the crown of heaven, and all at once 
 
 Relapsing quick, as quickly re-ascend, 
 
 And mix, and thwart, extinguish, and renew, 
 
 All ether coursing in a maze of light. 
 
 From look to look, contageous through the crowds 
 The panic runs, and into wondrous shapes 
 Th' appearance throws: armies in meet array, 
 Throng'd with aerial spears, and steeds of fire; 
 Till the long lines of full-extended war 
 In bleeding fight fiommix'd, the sanguine flood 
 Holls a broad slaughter o'er the plains of heaven. 
 As thus they scan the visionary scene, 
 On all sides swells the superstitious din, 
 Incontinent; and busy frenzy talks 
 Of blood and battle; cities overturn'd, 
 And late at night in swallowing earthquake sunk. 
 Or hideous wrap in fierce ascending flame; 
 Of sallow famine, inundation, storm; 
 Of pestilence, and every great distress; 
 Empires subvers'd, when ruling fate has struck 
 Th' unaltei-able hour: e'en Nature's self 
 Is deem'd to totter on the brink of time. 
 Not so the man of philosophic eye. 
 And inspect sage; the waving brightness he 
 Curious surveys, inquisitive to know 
 The causes, and materials, yet unfix'd. 
 Of this appearance beautiful and new. 
 
 Now black, and deep, the night begins to fall, 
 A shade immense ! Sunk in the quenching gloopru 
 Magnificent and vast, are heaven and earth. 
 Order confounded lies; all beauty void; 
 Distinction lost; and gay variety 
 One universal blot: such the fair power 
 Of light, to kindle and create the whole. 
 Drear is the state of the benighted wretch 
 
140 AUTUMN. 
 
 Who then, bewilder'd, wanders through the dark. 
 
 Full of pale fancies, and chimeras huge, 
 
 Nor visited by one directive ray, 
 
 From cottage streaming, or from airy hall. 
 
 Perhaps, impatient as he stumbles on, 
 
 Struck from the root of slimy rushes, blue. 
 
 The wildfire scatters round; or gather'd trails 
 
 A length of flame deceitful o'er the moss: 
 
 Whither decoy 'd by the fantastic blaze. 
 
 Now lost and now renew'd, he sinks absorpt, 
 
 Rider and horse, amid the miry gulf; 
 
 While still, from day to day, his pining wife. 
 
 And plaintive children, his return await. 
 
 In wild conjecture lost. At other times. 
 
 Sent by the better Genius of the night. 
 
 Innoxious, gleaming on the horse's mane. 
 
 The meteor sits, and shows the narrow path, 
 
 That winding leads through pits of death, or else 
 
 Instructs him how to take the dangerous ford. 
 
 The lengthen'd night elapsed, the Morning shines 
 Serene, in all her dewy beauty bright; 
 Unfolding fair the last autumnal day. 
 And now the mounting sun dispels the fog; 
 The rigid hoar-frost melts before his beam, 
 And hung on every spray, on every blade 
 Of grass, the myriad dew-drops twinkle round. 
 
 Ah, see where robb'd, and murder'd, in that pit 
 Lies the still heaving hive! at evening snatchM, 
 Beneath the cloud of guilt-concealing night, 
 And fix'd o'er sulphur: while, not dreaming ill, 
 The happy people, in their waxen cells, 
 Sat tending public cares, and planning schemes 
 Of temperance, for Winter poor; rejoiced 
 To mark, full flowing round, their copious stores. 
 Sudden the dark oppressive steam ascends; 
 And, us'd to milder scents, the tender race. 
 By thousands, tumble from their honey 'd domes, 
 Convolv'd and agonizing in the dust. 
 And was it then for this you roam'd the Spring, 
 Intent from flower to flower.' for this you toil'd 
 
AUTUMX. 141 
 
 Ceaseless tlie burniiig Summer-heats away? 
 For this in Autumn search'd the blooming waste. 
 Nor lost one sunny gleam, for this sad fate? 
 O Man! tyrannic lord ! how long, how long', 
 Shall prostrate Nature groan beneath your rage. 
 Awaiting renovation? When obi ig'd. 
 Must you destroy? Of their ambrosial food 
 Can you not borrow; and. in just return, 
 Afford them shelter from the wintry winds ? 
 Or, as the sharp year pinches, with their own 
 Again regale them on some smiling day ? 
 See, where the stony bottom of their town 
 Looks desolate, and wild; with here and there 
 A helpless number, who the ruin'd state 
 Survive, lamenting weak, cast out to death. 
 Thus a proud city, populous and rich. 
 Full of the works of peace, and high in joy; 
 At theatre or feast, or sunk in sleep, 
 (As late, Palermo, was thy fate) is seiz'd 
 By some dread earthquake; and convulsive hurl'd 
 Sheer from the black foundation, stench-involv'dj 
 Into a gulf of blue sulphureous flame. 
 
 Hence every harsher sight! for now the day. 
 O'er heaven and earth diffus'd, grows warm and high, 
 Infinite splendour! wide investing all. 
 How still the breeze ! save what the filmy threads 
 Of dew evaporate brushes from the plain. 
 How clear the cloudless sky ! how deeply ting'd 
 With a peculiar blue ! th' ethereal arch 
 How swell'd immense! amid whose azure thron'd, 
 The radiant sun how gay ! how calm below 
 Tire gilded earth! the harvest -treasures all 
 Now gather'd in, beyond the rage of stormSj 
 Sure to the swain; the circling fence shut up; 
 And instant Winter's utmost rage defied. 
 While, loose, to festive joy, the country round 
 Laughs with the loud sincerity of mirth, 
 Shook to the wind their cares. The toil-strung youth, 
 By the quick sense of music taught alone, 
 I.tf;aps wildly graceful in the lively dancp. 
 
142 AUTUMN. 
 
 Her every charm abroad, the village-toast. 
 
 Young, buxom, w^arm, in native beauty rich, 
 
 Darts not unmeaning looks; and, where her eyo 
 
 Points an approving smile, with double force. 
 
 The cudgel rattles, and the wrestler twines. 
 
 Age too shines out; and, garrulous, recounts 
 
 The feats of youth. Thus they rejoice; nor think 
 
 That, with to-morrow's sun, their annual toil 
 
 Begins again the never-ceasing round. 
 
 Oh, knew he but his happiness, of men 
 
 The happiest he! who far from public rage. 
 
 Deep in the vale, with a choice few retir'd. 
 
 Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. 
 
 What though the dome be wanting, whose proud gate. 
 
 Each morning vomits out the sneaking crowd 
 
 Of flatterers false, and in their turn abus'd? 
 
 Vile intercourse ! what though the glittering robe. 
 
 Of every hue reflected light can give, 
 
 Or floating loose, or stiff with mazy gold. 
 
 The pride and gaze of fools! oppress him not? 
 
 What though, from utmost land and sea purvey'd. 
 
 For him each rarer tributary life 
 
 Bleeds not, and his insatiate table heaps 
 
 With luxury < and death.' What though his bowl 
 
 Flames not with costly juice; nor sunk in beds. 
 
 Oft of gay care, he tosses out the night. 
 
 Or melts the thoughtless hours in idle state.' 
 
 What though he knows not those fantastic joys. 
 
 That still amuse the wanton, still deceive; 
 
 A face of pleasure, but a heart of pain; 
 
 Their hollow moments undelighted all.' 
 
 Sure peace is his; a solid life, estrang'd 
 
 To disappointment, and fallacious hope: 
 
 Rich in content, in Nature's bounty rich. 
 
 In herbs and fruits; whatever greens the Spring, 
 
 When heaven descends in showers ; or bends the bough , 
 
 When Summer reddens, and when Autumn beams^ 
 
 Or in the wintry glebe whatever lies 
 
 Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest sap: 
 
 T^hese are not wanting; nor the milky drove. 
 
AUTUMN. 143 
 
 Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale; 
 Nor bleating mountains; nor the chide of streams 
 And hum of beef=, inviting sleep sincere 
 Into the guiltless breast, beneath the shade. 
 Or thrown at idrge amid the fragrant hay; 
 Not aught besides of prospect, grove, or song, 
 Dim grottos, glenmin^?; lakes, and fountains clear. 
 Here too dvire!!s simple Truth; plain Innocence; 
 Unsullied Beaut)^; sound unbroken Youth, 
 Patient of labour, with a little pleas'd; 
 Health ever bloom.ing; unambitious toil, 
 Calm Contemplation, and poetic Ease. 
 
 Let others brave the flood in quest of gain. 
 And beat, for joyless months, the gloomy wave. 
 Let such as deem it glory to destroy. 
 Rush into blood, the sack of cities seek; 
 Unpierc'd, exulting in the widow's wail. 
 The virgin's shriek, and infant's trembling cry. 
 Let some, far distant from their native soil, 
 Urg'd or by want or harden'd avarice, 
 Find other lands beneath another sun. 
 Let this through cities work his eager way, 
 By legal outrage and establish'd guile, 
 The social sense extinct; and that ferment 
 Mad into tumult the seditious herd, 
 Or melt them down to slavery. Let these 
 Ensnare the wretched in the toils of law. 
 Fomenting discord, and perplexing right. 
 An iron race ! and those of fairer front, 
 But equal inhumanity, in courts, 
 Delusive pomp, and dark cabals, delight; 
 Wreath the deep bow, diffuse the lying smile, 
 And tread the weary 'abvrlnth of state. 
 While he, from all the stc v y passions free 
 That restless men involve, Iv - .?, and but hears. 
 At distance safe, the hum.aii U n^pest roar. 
 Wrapt close in consciou^^^ peace. The fall of kings, 
 The rage of nations, an ' rhe crush of states. 
 Move not the man, who, from the world escap'd. 
 In still retreats and flowery solitudes. 
 
144 AL'TU^J^. 
 
 To Nature's voice attends, from month to month) 
 
 And day to day, through the revolving year; 
 
 Admiring sees her in her every shape; 
 
 Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart; 
 
 Takes what she liberal gives, nor thinks of more. 
 
 He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting germs, 
 
 Marks the first bud, and sucks the healthful gale 
 
 Into his freshen'd soul: her genial hours 
 
 He full enjoys; and not a beauty blows. 
 
 And not an opening blossom breathes in vain. 
 
 In Summer he, beneath the living shade, 
 
 Such as o'er frigid Tempe wont to wave. 
 
 Or Hemus cool, reads what the Muse, of these 
 
 Perhaps, has in immortal numbers sung; 
 
 Or what she dictates writes; and, oft' an eye 
 
 Shot round, rejoices in the vigorous year. 
 
 When Autumn's yellow lustre gilds the world, 
 And tempts the sickled swain into the field, 
 Seiz'd by the general joy, his heart distends 
 With gentle throes; and, through the tepid gleams 
 Deep musing, then he best exerts his song. 
 E'en Winter wild, to him is full of bliss. 
 The mighty tempest, and the hoary waste, 
 Abrupt, and deep, stretch'd o'er the buried earthj 
 Awake to solemn thought. At night the skies, 
 Disclos'd and kindled by refining frost, 
 Pour every lustre on th' exalted eye. 
 A friend, a book, the stealing hours secure. 
 And mark them down for wisdom. With swift wing 
 O'er land and sea imagination roams; 
 Or truth, divinely breaking on his mind, 
 Elates his being, and unfolds his powers; 
 Or in his breast heroic virtue burns. 
 The touch of kindred too and love he feels: 
 The modest eye, whose beams on his alone 
 Ecstatic shine; the little strong embrace 
 Of prattling children, twin'd around his neckj 
 And emulous to please him, calling forth 
 The fond piairental soul. Nor purpose gay, 
 Amusement, dance, or song, he sternly scorns , 
 
AUTUMN. 145 
 
 For happiness and true philosophy 
 
 Are of the social still, and smiling kind. 
 
 This is the life which those wlio fret in guilt, 
 
 And guilty cities, never knew; the life, 
 
 Led by primeval ages, uncorrupt, 
 
 When Angels dwelt, and God himself, with Man. 
 
 Oh Nature! all-sufficient! overall! 
 Enrich me with the knowledge of thy works ! 
 Snatch me to heaven; thy rolling wonders there. 
 World beyond world, in infinite extent. 
 Profusely scatter'd o'er the blue immense. 
 Show me; their motions, periods, and their laws. 
 Give me to scan; through the disclosing deep 
 Light my blind way: the mineral strata there; 
 Thrust, blooming, thence the vegetable world; 
 O'er that the rising system, more complex'd, "^ 
 
 Of animals; and higher still, the mind. 
 The varied scene of quick-compounded thought. 
 And where the mixing passions endless shift; 
 These ever open to my ravish'd eye; 
 A search, the flight of time can ne'er exhaust. 
 
 But if to that unequal; if the blood. 
 In sluggish streams about my heart, forbid 
 That best ambition; under closing shades. 
 Inglorious, lay me by the lowly brook, 
 And wisper to my dreams. From Thee begin, 
 Dwell all on Thee, with Thee conclude my song; 
 And let me never, never stray from Thee ! 
 
 \ 
 
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WINTER. 
 
THE ARGUMENT. 
 
 The subjf et proposed. Address to tbe Earl of Wilmington, 
 rirst approach of Winter. According to the natnral course of 
 the season, various storms described. Rain. Wind. Snow. 
 The drivinfj of the snows : a man perishing among them ; 
 whence reflections on the wants and miseries of human life. 
 The wolves descending from the Alps and Appenines. A 
 winter evening described ; as sjjcnt by philosophers; by the 
 country people ; in the citj-. Frost. A view of Winter with- 
 in the poiar circle. A thaw. The whole concluding willi 
 njoral reflections on a future statf. 
 
WINTER. 
 
 Se£, Winter coines, to rule the varied year,, 
 Sullen and sad, with all his rising train; 
 Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms. Be these my theme , 
 These! that exalt the soul to solemn thought. 
 And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms! 
 Congenial honors, hail ! • with frequent foot, 
 Pleas'd have I, in my cheerful morn of life. 
 When nurs'd by careless Solitude lliv'd. 
 And sung of Nature with unceasing joy. 
 Pleas'd have I wander'd fJirough your rough domain, 
 Trod the pure virgin-snows, myself as pure; 
 Heard the winds roar, aad the big torrent burst. 
 Or seen the deep fermenting tempest brew'd, 
 In the grim evening sky. Thus pass'd the time. 
 Till through the lueid chambers of the south 
 Look'd out the joyous Spring, look'd out, and smilVU 
 
 To thee, the patron of her first essay. 
 The Muse, O Wilmington! renews her song. 
 Since has she rounded the revolving year: 
 Skimm'd the gay Spring; on eagle pinions borne. 
 Attempted through the Summer-blaze to rise; 
 Then swept o'er Autumn with the shadowy gale; 
 And now among the wintry clouds again, 
 Roll'd in the doubling storm, she tries to soar; 
 To swell her note with all the rushing winds; 
 To suit her sounding cadence to the floods; 
 As is her theme, her numbers wildly great: 
 Thrice happy! could she fill thy judging ear 
 With bold description, and with manly thought. 
 
 Nor art thou skill'd in awful schemes alone. 
 And how to make a mighty people thrive; 
 But equal goodness, sound integritv, 
 -N- 2 
 
150 WINTER. 
 
 A firm, unshaken, uncorrnp ted soul. 
 Amid a sliding age, and burning strong, 
 .Not vainly blazing, for thy country's weal, 
 A steady spirit regularly free: 
 These, each exalting each, the statesman light 
 Into the patriot; these the public hope 
 And eye to thee converting, bid the Muse 
 Record what envy dares not flattery call. 
 
 Now Avheu the chefrless empire of the sky 
 To Capricorn the Centaur Archer yields. 
 And fierce Aquarius stains th' inverted year; 
 Hung o'er the furthest verge of heaven, the sun 
 Scarce spreads through ether the dejected day. 
 Faint are his gleams, and ineffectual shoot 
 His struggling rays, in horizontal lines. 
 Through the thick air; as cloth'd in cloudy storm. 
 Weak, wan, and broad, he skirts the southern sky; 
 And, soon descending, to the long dark night, 
 Wide-phadiig all, the prostrate world resigns. 
 Nor is the night unwish'd; v.iiile vital heat. 
 Light, life, and joy, the dubious day forsake. 
 Meantime, in sable cincture, shadows vast, 
 Deep-ting'd and damp, and congregated clouds. 
 And all the vapoury turbulence of heaven. 
 Involve the face of things. Thus Winter falls, 
 A heav5^ gloom oppressive o'er the world. 
 Through Nature shedding influence malign. 
 And rouses up the seeds of dark disease. 
 
 The soul of man dies in him, loathing life. 
 And black with more than melancholy views. 
 The cattle droop; and o'er the furrow'd land. 
 Fresh from the plough, the dun discolour'd flocks, 
 Untended spreading, crop the wholesome root. 
 Along the woods, along the moorish fens. 
 Sighs the sad Genius of the coming storm; 
 And up among the loose disjointed cliff's. 
 And fractur'd mountains wild, the brawling brook 
 And cave, presageful, send a hollow moan. 
 Resounding long in listening Fancy's ear. *t 
 
 Then comeg the father of the tempest forth, 
 
WINTER. 151 
 
 Wrapt in black glooms. First joyless rains obscure. 
 Drive through the mingling skies with vapour foul; 
 Dash on the mountain's brow, and shake the woods. 
 That grumbling wave below, Th' unsightly plain 
 Lies a brown deluge; as the low-bent clouds 
 Pour flood on flood, yet unexhausted still 
 Combine, and deepening into night, shut up 
 The day's fair face. The wanderers of heaven, 
 Each to his home, retire; save those that love 
 To take their pastime in the troubled air, 
 Or skimming flutter round the dimply pool. 
 The cattle from the untasted fields return. 
 And ask, with meaning low, their wonted stalls, 
 Or ruminate in the contiguous shade. 
 Thither the household feathery people crowd. 
 The crested cock, with all his female train. 
 Pensive, and dripping; while the cottage hind 
 Hangs o'er-th' enlivening blaze, and taleful there 
 Recounts his simple frolic: much he talks, 
 And much he laughs, nor recks the storm that blows 
 Without, and rattles on his humble roof. 
 
 Wide o'er the brim, with manj/ a torrent swell'd. 
 And the mix'd ruin of its banks o'erspread. 
 At last the rous'd-up river pours along: 
 Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes, 
 From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild. 
 Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and sounding far, 
 Then o'er the sanded valley floating spreads. 
 Calm, sluggish, silent; till again, constrain'd 
 Between two meeting hills, it bursts away, 
 Where rocks and woods o'erhang the turbid stream; 
 There gathering triple force, rapid, and deep. 
 It boils, and wheels, and foams, and thunders through. 
 
 Nature ! great parent I whose unceasing hand 
 Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year, 
 How mighty, how majestic, are thy works! 
 With what a pleasing dread they swell the soul ! 
 That sees astonish'd ! and astonish'd sings ! 
 Ye too, ye winds ! that now begin to blow, 
 With boisterous sweep, I raise-my voice to you. 
 
15iJ, WINTER. 
 
 Where are your stores, ye powerful beings! sayy 
 
 Where j'our aerial magazines reserv'd. 
 
 To swell the brooding terrors of the storm? 
 
 In what far-distant region of the sky, 
 
 Hush'd in deep silence, sleep ye when 'tis calm? 
 
 When from the pallid sky the sun descends. 
 With many a spot that o'er his glaring orb 
 Uncertain wanders, stained; red fiery streaks 
 Begin to flush around. The reeling clouds 
 Stagger with dizzy poise, as doubting yet 
 Which master to obey: while rising slow, 
 Blank, in the leaden-colour'd east, the moon 
 Wears a wan circle round her blunted horns. 
 Seen through the turbid fluctuating air. 
 The stars obtuse emit a shiver'd ray; 
 Or frequent seem to shoot athwart the gloom, 
 And long behind them trail the whitening blaze. 
 fSnatch'd in short eddies, plays the wither'd leaf; 
 And on the flood the dancing feather floats. 
 With broaden'd nostrils to the sky up-turn'd, 
 The conscious heifer snuffs the stormy gale. 
 E'en as the matron, at her nightly task. 
 With pensive labour draws the flaxen thread. 
 The wasted taper and the crackling flame 
 Fortell the blast. But chief the plumy race. 
 The tenants of the sky, its changes speak. 
 Retiring from the downs, where all day long 
 They pick'd their scanty fare, a blackening train 
 Of clamorous rooks thick urge their weary flight. 
 And seek the closing shelter of the grove. 
 Assiduous, in his bower, the wailing owl /* 
 
 Plies his sad sijng. The cormorant on high 
 Wheels from the deep, and screams along the land. 
 Loud shrieks the soaring hern; and with wild wing 
 The circling sea-fowl cleave the flaky clouds. 
 Ocean, unequal press'd, with broken tide 
 And blind commotion heaves; while from the shore, 
 Eat into caverns by the restless wave, 
 And forest-rustling mountain, comes a voice, 
 That solemn-sounding J bids the world prepare. 
 
WINTER, 153 
 
 Then issues forth the storm with sudden burst. 
 And hurls the whole precipitated air, 
 Down in a torrent. On the passive main 
 Descends the ethereal force, and with strong gust 
 Turns from its bottom the discolour'd deep. 
 Through the black night that sits immense around, 
 Lash'd into foam, the fierce conflicting brine 
 Seems o'er a thousand raging waves to burn: 
 Meantime the mountain-billows, to the clouds 
 In dreadful tumult swell'd, surge above surge, 
 Burst into chaos with tremendous roar. 
 And anchor'd navies from their stations drive. 
 Wild as the winds across the howling waste 
 Of mighty waters: now th' inflated wave 
 Straining they scale, and now impetuous shoot 
 Into the secret chambers of the deep. 
 The wintry Baltic thunderiiig o'er their head- 
 Emerging thence again, before the breath 
 Of full-exerted heaven they wing their course. 
 And dart on distant coasts; if some sharp rock. 
 Or shoal insidious, break not their career, 
 And in loose fragments fling them floating round. 
 
 Nor less at land the loosen'd tempest reigns. 
 The mountain thunders; and its sturdy sons 
 Stoop to the bottom of the rocks they shade. 
 Lone on the midnight steep, and all aghast, 
 The dark way-faring stranger breathless toils. 
 And, often falling, climbs against the blast. 
 Low waves the rooted forest, vex'd, and sheds 
 What of its tarnish'd honours yet remain; 
 Dash'd down, and scatter'd, by the tearing wind's 
 Assiduous fury, its gigantic limbs. 
 Thus struggling through the dissipated grove. 
 The whirling tempest raves along the plain: 
 And on the cottage ihatch'd, or lordly roof. 
 Keen-fastening, shakes them to the solid base. 
 Sleep frighted flies, and round the rocking dome, 
 For entrance eager, howls the savage blast. 
 Then too, they say, tln-ough all the burden'd air, 
 I^ong groans are heard, shrill sounds, and distant sighs, 
 
154 WINTER. 
 
 That, utter'd by the demon of the nighi. 
 Warn the devoted wretch of wo and death. 
 
 Huge uproar lords it wide. The clouds commixed 
 With stars swift gliding, sweep along the sky. 
 All Nature reels. Till Nature's King, who oft 
 Amid tempestuous darkness dwells alone. 
 And on the wings of the careering wind. 
 Walks dreadfully serene, commands a calm; 
 Then straight, air, sea and earth, are hush'd at once. 
 
 As yet 'tis midnight deep. The weary clouds, 
 Slow-meeting, mingle into solid gloom. 
 Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep, 
 Let me associate with the serious Night, 
 And Contemplation, her sedate compeer; 
 Let me shake oif the intrusive cares of day. 
 And lay the meddling senses all aside. 
 
 Where now, ye lying vanities of life I 
 Ye ever tempting, ever cheating train! 
 Where are you now.^* and what is your amount? 
 Vexation, disappointment, and remorse. 
 Sad, sickening thought! and yet, deluded man, 
 A scene of crude disjointed visions past, 
 And broken slumbers, rises still resolv'd; 
 With new-flush'd hopes, to run the giddy round. 
 
 Father of light and life, thou Good Supreme, 
 O teach me what is good! teach me thyself I 
 Save me from folly, vanity and vice. 
 From every low pursuit; and feed my soul 
 With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; 
 Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss! 
 
 The keener tempests rise; and fuming dun 
 From all the livid east, or piercing north, 
 Thick clouds ascend; in whose capacious womb 
 A vapoury deluge lies, to snow congeal'd. ' 
 Heavy they roll their fleecy world along; 
 And the sky saddens with the gather'd storm. 
 Thro' the hush'd air the whitening shower descends. 
 At first thin wavering; till at last the flakes 
 Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming the day 
 With a continual flow. The cherisli'd ficld-i 
 
WINTliR» 153 
 
 )b*ut on their winter-robe of purest white. 
 'Tis brightness all; save where the new snow melts 
 Along the mazy current. Low, the woods 
 Bow their hoar head; and, ere the languid sun 
 Faint from the west emits his evening ray. 
 Earth's universal face, deep hid, and chill, 
 5s one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide 
 The works of man. Drooping, the labourer-ox 
 Stands cover'd o'er with snow, annd then demands 
 The fruit of all his toil. The fowls of heaven, 
 Tam'd by the cruel season, crowd around 
 The winnowing store, and claim the little boon 
 Which Providence assigns them. One alone. 
 The red-breast, sacred to the household gods. 
 Wisely regardful of th' embroiling sky, 
 In joyless fields, and thorny thickets leaves 
 His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man 
 His annual visit. Half-afraid, he first 
 Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights 
 On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, 
 Eyes all the smiling family askance. 
 And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is: 
 Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs 
 Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds 
 Pour forth their brown inhabitants. The hare, 
 Though timorous of heart, and hard beset 
 By death in various forms, dark snares, and dogs. 
 And more unpitying men, the garden seeks, 
 XJrg'd on by fearless want. The bleating kind 
 Eye the bleak heaven, and next the glistening earth, 
 With looks of dumb despair; then sad dispers'd. 
 Dig for the wither'd herb through heaps of snow. 
 
 Now, shepherds, to your helpless charge be kind; 
 Baffle th6 raging year, and fill their pens 
 With food at will; lodge them below the storm. 
 And watch them strict: for from the bellowing east 
 In this dire season, oft the whirlwind's wing 
 Sweeps up the burden of whole wintry plains 
 At one wide waft; and o'er the hapless flocks. 
 Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring hills, 
 
156 -WINTER, 
 
 The billowy tempest whelms; till, upward urged j 
 
 The valley to a shining mountain swells, 
 
 Tipt with a wreath high-curling in the sky. 
 
 As thus the snows arise; and foul, and fierce; 
 
 All winter drives along the darken'd air; 
 
 In his own loose-revolving fields, the swain 
 
 Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend. 
 
 Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes. 
 
 Of horrid prospect, shag the tractless plain: 
 
 Nor finds the river, nor the forest hid 
 
 Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on 
 
 From hill to dale, still more and more astray; 
 
 Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, 
 
 Stuug with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home 
 
 Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth 
 
 In many a vain attempt. How sinks his soul ! 
 
 What black despair, what horror fills his heart! 
 
 When for the dusky spot, which fancy feign'd 
 
 His tufted cottage rising through the snow. 
 
 He meets the roughness of the middle waste, 
 
 Far from the track, and bless'd abode of man; 
 
 While round him night resistless closes fast, 
 
 And every tempest, howling o'er his head. 
 
 Renders the savage wilderness more wild. 
 
 Then throng the busy shapes into his mind. 
 
 Of cover'd pits, unfathomably deep, 
 
 A dire descent ! beyond the power of frost; 
 
 Of faithless bogs; of precipices huge, 
 
 Smooth'd up with snow; and, what is land, unknown.. 
 
 What water, of the still unfrozen spring, 
 
 In the loose marsh or solitary lake. 
 
 Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils. 
 
 These check his fearful steps; and down he sinks 
 
 Beneath the shelter of the shapeless drift, 
 
 Thinking o'er all the bitterness of death; 
 
 Mix'd with the tender anguish Nature shoots 
 
 Through the wrung bosom of the dying man. 
 
 His wife, his children, and his friends unseen. 
 
 In vain for him th' officious wife prepares 
 The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm.; 
 
In vain his little children, peeping out 
 Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, 
 With tears of artless innocence. Alas! 
 Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold; 
 Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve 
 The deadly Winter seizes; shuts up sense; 
 And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold, 
 Lays him along the snow, a stiffen'd corse; 
 Stretch'd out, and bleaching in the northern blast 
 Ah! little think the gay Ucentious proud. 
 Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; 
 They, who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, 
 And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; 
 Ah ! little think they, while they dance along, 
 How many feel, this very moment, death, 
 And all the sad variety of pain. 
 How many sinking in the devouring flood. 
 Or more devouring flame. How many bleed. 
 By shameful variance betwixt man and man. 
 How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; 
 Shut from the common air, and common use 
 Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup 
 Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread 
 Of misery. Sore pierc'd by wintry winds. 
 How many shrink into the sordid hut 
 Of cheerless poverty. How many shake 
 With all the fiercer tortures of the mind , 
 Unbounded passion, madness, guilt, remorse; 
 Whence tumbled headlong from the height of life> 
 They furnish matter from the tragic Muse. 
 E'en in the vale where Wisdom loves to dwell, 
 With friendship, peace, and contemplation join'd, 
 How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop 
 In deep, retir'd distress. How many stand 
 Around the death-bed of their dearest friends. 
 And point the parting anguish. Thought fond Man 
 Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills 
 That one incessant struggle render lifn 
 One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate; 
 Vice in his high career would stand appall'd; 
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 WINTER. 
 
 And heedless rambling impulse learn to think; 
 The conscious heart of Charity would warm. 
 And her wide wish Benevolence dilate: 
 The social tear would rise, the social sigh; 
 And into clear perfection, gradual bliss, 
 Refining still, the social passions work. 
 
 And here can I forget the generous band,* 
 Who, touch'd with human wo, redressive search'd 
 Into the horrors of the gloomy jail? 
 Unpitied, and unheard, where misery moans; 
 Where sickness pines; where thirst and hunger burn, 
 And poor misfortune feels the lash of vice. 
 While in the land of Liberty, the land 
 Whose every street and public meeting glow 
 With open freedom, little tyrants rag'd; 
 Snatch'd the lean morsel from the starving mouth; 
 Tore from cold wintry limbs the tatter'd weed; 
 E'en robb'd them of the last of comforts, sleep; 
 The free-born Briton to the dungeon chain'd, 
 Or, as the lust of cruelty prevail'd. 
 At pleasure mark'd him with inglorious stripes; 
 And crush'd out lives, by secret barbarous ways. 
 That for their country would have toil'd, or bled. 
 O great design! if executed well, 
 With patient care, and wisdom-temper'd zeal. 
 Ye sons of Mercy! yet resume the search; 
 Drag forth the legal monsters into light. 
 Wrench from their hands Oppression's iron rod. 
 And bid the cruel feel the pains they give. 
 
 Much still untouch'd remains; in this rank age, 
 Much is the patriot's weeding hand requir'd. 
 The toils of law, (what dark insiduous men 
 Have cumbrous added to perplex the truth, 
 And lengthen simple justice into trade,) 
 How glorious were the day that saw these broke, 
 And every man within the reach of right ! 
 
 By wintry famine rous'd, from all the tract 
 Of horrid mountains which the shining Alps, 
 
 * I'he Jail Committee, in the year 1729= 
 
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 And wavy Appenine, and Pyrenees, 
 
 Branch out stupendous into distant lands; 
 
 Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave ! 
 
 Burning for blood ! bony, and gaunt, and grim ! 
 
 Assembling wolves in raging troops descend; 
 
 And, pouring o'er the country, bear along. 
 
 Keen as the north-wind sweeps the glossy snow. 
 
 All is their prize. They fasten on the steed. 
 
 Press him to earth, and pierce his mighty heart. 
 
 Nor can the bull his awful front defend, 
 
 Or shake the murdering savages away. 
 
 Rapacious, at the mother's throat they fly. 
 
 And tear the screaming infant from her breast. 
 
 The godlike face of man avails him naught. 
 
 E'en beauty, force divine ! at whose bright glance 
 
 The generous lion stands in soften'd gaze. 
 
 Here bleeds, a hapless undistinguish'd prey. 
 
 But if, appriz'd of the severe attack. 
 
 The country be shut up; lur'd by the scent. 
 
 On churchyards drear (inhuman to relate!) 
 
 The disappointed prowlers fall, and dig 
 
 The shrouded body from the grave; o'er which, 
 
 Mix'd with foul shades, and frighted ghosts, they howL 
 
 Among those hilly regions, where, embrac'd 
 In peaceful vales, the happy Grisons dwell; 
 Oft, rushing sudden from the loaded chffs. 
 Mountains of snow their gathering terrors roll 
 From steep to steep, loud thundering down they come> 
 A wintry waste in dire commotion all: 
 And herds and flocks, and travellers and swains. 
 And sometimes whole brigades of marching troops. 
 Or hamlets sleeping in the dead of night, 
 Are deep beneath the smothering ruin whelm'd. 
 Now, all amid the rigours of the year, 
 In the wild depth of Winter, while without 
 The ceaseless winds blow ice, be my retreat, 
 Between the groaning forest and the shore. 
 Beat by the boundless multitude of waves; 
 A rural, shelter'd, solitary scene; 
 Where ruddy lire and beaming tapers joia 
 
itiO WINTER. 
 
 To cheer the gloom. There studious let me sit, 
 And hold high converse with the mighty Dead: 
 Sages of ancient time, as gods rever'd; 
 As gods beneficent, who blcss'd mankind 
 With arts, with arms, and humaniz'd a world. 
 Rous'd at th' inspiring thought, I throw aside 
 The long-liv'd volume: and, deep-musing, hail 
 The sacred shades, that slowly rising pass 
 Before my wondering eyes. First Socrates, 
 Who, firmly good in a corrupted state. 
 Against the rage of tyrants single stood. 
 Invincible ! calm Reason's holy law. 
 That Voice of God within th' attentive mind, 
 Obe3'ing, fearless, or in life, or death. 
 Great moral teacher! wisest of mankind! 
 Solon the next; who built his common-weal 
 On equity's wide base; by tender laws 
 A lively people curbing, yet undamp'd; 
 Preserving still that quick peculiar fire. 
 Whence in the laurel'd field of finer arts. 
 And of bold freedom, they unequall'd shone; 
 The pride of smiling Greece, and human kind. 
 Lycurgus then, who bow'd beneath the force 
 Of strictest discipline, severely wise, 
 All human passions. Following him, I see. 
 As at Thermopylae he glorious fell, 
 The firm devoted chief,* who prov'd by deeds 
 The hardest lesson which the other taught. 
 Then Aristides lifts his honest front; 
 Spotless of heart, to whom th' unflattering voice 
 Of freedom gave the noblest name of Just; 
 In pure majestic poverty rever'd; 
 Who, e'en his glory to his country's weal 
 Submitting, swell'd a haughty rival'sf fame. 
 Rear'd by his care, of softer ray appears 
 Cimon, sweet-soul'd; whose genius, rising strong, 
 Sliook off the load of young debauch; abroad, 
 
 • Lconidas. 
 
 t Thpmisfoctfx?. 
 
WINTER. Idi 
 
 The scourge of Persian pride; at homCj the friend 
 
 Of every worth and every splendid art; 
 
 Modest and simple in the pomp of wealth. 
 
 Then the last worthies of declining Greece, 
 
 Late call'd to glory, in unequal times. 
 
 Pensive appear. The fair Corinthian boast, 
 
 Timoleon, happy temper! mild, and firm, 
 
 "Who wept the brother while the tyrant bled. 
 
 And equal to the best, the Theban Pair,* 
 
 Whose virtues, in heroic concord join'd. 
 
 Their country rais'd to freedom, empire, fame. 
 
 He too, with whom Athenian honour sunk. 
 
 And left a mass of sordid lees behind, 
 
 Phocion the Good; in public life severe. 
 
 To virtue still inexorably firm; 
 
 But when, beneath his low illustrious roof, 
 
 Sweet peace and happy wisdom smooth'd his broWj 
 
 Not friendship softer was, nor love more kind. 
 
 And he, the last of old Lycurgus' sons, 
 
 The generous victim to that vain attempt. 
 
 To save a rotten state, Agis, who saw 
 
 E'en Sparta's self to servile avarice sunk. 
 
 The two Achaian heroes close the train; 
 
 Aratus, who awhile relum'd the soul " 
 
 Of fondly-lingering liberty in Greece: 
 
 And he her darling, as her latest hope. 
 
 The gallant Philopcsmen; who to arms 
 
 Turn'd the luxurious pomp he could not cure; 
 
 Or toiling in his farm, a simple swain; 
 
 Or, bold and skillful, thundering in the field. 
 
 Of rougher front, a mighty people come! 
 A race of heroes ! in those virtuou> times 
 Which knew no stain, save that with partial flame 
 Their dearest country they too fondly lov'd: 
 Her better founder first, the light of Rome, 
 Numa; who soften'd her rapacious sons: 
 Servius the king, who laid the solid base 
 On which o'er earth the vast republic spread- 
 
 * Pelopidas and Epaminondas. 
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 Then the great consuls venerable rise. 
 The public Father,* who the private quell'd, 
 As on the dread tribunal sternly sad. 
 He, whom his thankless country could not lose, 
 Camillus, only vengeful to her foes. 
 Fabricius, scorner of all-conquering gold; 
 And Cincinnatus, awful from the plough. 
 Thy willing victim,! Carthage, bursting loose 
 From all that pleading Nature could oppose, 
 From a whole city's tears, by rigid faith 
 Imperious call'd, and honour's dire command. 
 ?cipio, the gentle chief, humanely brave; 
 Who soon the race of spotless glory ran, 
 And, warm in youth, to the poetic shade 
 With Friendship and Philosophy retir'd. 
 Tully, whose powerful eloquence awhile 
 Restrain'd the rapid fate of rushing Rome. 
 Unconquer'd Cato, virtuous in extreme: 
 And thou, unhappy Brutus, kind of heart; 
 Whose steady arm, by awful virtue urg'd. 
 Lifted the Homan steel against thy friend. 
 Thousands, besides, the tribute of a verse 
 Demand; but who can count the stars of heaven? 
 Who sing their influence on this lower world? 
 
 Behold, who yonder comes! in sober state. 
 Fair, mild, and strong, as is a vernal sun: 
 'Tis Phoebus' self, or else the Mantuan swain ! 
 Great Homer too appears, of daring wing, 
 Parent of song! and equal by his side. 
 The British Muse: join'd hand in hand they walk, 
 Darkling, full up the middle steep to fame. 
 Nor absent are those shades, whose skilful touch, 
 Pathetic, drew th' impassion'd heart, and charm'd 
 Transported Athens Avith the moral scene: 
 Nor those who, tuneful, wak'd the enchanting lyre. 
 
 First of your kind, society divine! 
 Still visit thus my nights, for you reserv'd. 
 And mount my soaring soul to thoughts like j'-ours. 
 
 * Lucius Junius Brutus. t Regiilus. 
 
WINTER. it3o 
 
 Silence, thou lonely power! the door be thine; 
 See on the hallow'd hour that none intrude. 
 Save a few chosen friends, who sometimes deign 
 To bless my humble roof, with sense refin'd, 
 Learning: digested well, exalted faith, 
 Unstudied wit, and humour ever gay. 
 Or from the Muses' hill will Pope descend, 
 To raise the sacred hour, to bid it smile. 
 And with the social spirit warm the heart: 
 For though not sweeter his own Homer sings. 
 Yet is his life the more eiulearing song. 
 
 Where art thou, Hammond ? thou, the darling pride , 
 The friend and lover of the tuneful throng ! 
 Ah! why, dear 5-outh, in all the blooming prime 
 Of vernal genius, where disclosing fast 
 Each active worth, each manly virtue lay, 
 Why w*ert thou ravish'd from our hope so soon .' 
 What now avails that noble thirst of fame, 
 Which stung thy fervent breast? that treasured stor^- 
 Of knowledge, early gain'd? that eager zeal 
 To serve thy country, glowing in the band 
 Of j-outhfiil patriots, who sustain her name? 
 What now, alas! that life-diffusing charm 
 Of sprightly wit? that rapture for the Muse, 
 That heart of friendship, and that soul of J03", 
 Which bade with softest light thy virtues smile. 
 Ah! only show'd, to check our fond pursuits, 
 And teach our humbled hopes that life is vain ! 
 
 Thus, in some deep retirement, would I pass 
 The Winter glooms, with friends of pliant soul. 
 Or blithe, or solem.n, as the theme inspir'd; 
 With them v»'ould search, if Nature's boundless frame- 
 Was call'd, late-rising from the void of night. 
 Or sprung eternal from th' Eternal Mind ; 
 Its life, its laws, its progress, and its end. A 
 
 Hence larger prospects of the beauteous whole ^ 
 Would, gradual, open on our opening minds; 
 And each diffusive harmony unite 
 In full perfection to th' astonish'd eye. 
 Then would we try to scan the moral world; 
 
104 \VI>JT£K. 
 
 Which, though to us it seems embroil'd, moves on 
 
 In higher order; fitted, and impell'd. 
 
 By Wisdom's finest hand, and issuing all 
 
 In general good. The sage historic Muse 
 
 Should next conduct us through the deeps of time: 
 
 Show us how empire grew, declin'd, and fell, 
 
 In scatter'd states; what makes the nations smile; 
 
 Improves their soil, and gives them double suns; 
 
 And why they pine beneath the brightest skies. 
 
 In Nature's richest lap. As thus we talk'd, 
 
 Our hearts would burn within us, would inhale 
 
 That portion of divinity, that ray ' 
 
 Of purest heaven, which lights the public soul 
 
 Of patriots, and of heroes. But if doom'd. 
 
 In powerless humble fortune, to repress 
 
 These ardent risings of the kindling soul; 
 
 Then e'en superior to ambition, we 
 
 Would learn the private virtues; how to glide 
 
 Thro' shades and plains, along the smoothest stream 
 
 Of rural life: or, snatch'd away by hope. 
 
 Through the dim spaces of futurity. 
 
 With earnest eye anticipate those scenes 
 
 Of happiness and wonder, where the mind, 
 
 In endless growth and infinite ascent. 
 
 Rises from state to state, and world to world. 
 
 But when with tiiese the serious thought is foil'd. 
 
 We, shifting for relief, would play the shapes 
 
 Of frolic fancy; and incessant form 
 
 Those rapid pictures, that assembled train 
 
 Of fleet ideas, never join'd before; 
 
 Whence lively Wit excites to gay surprise. 
 
 Or folly-painting Humour, grave himself, 
 
 Calls Laughter forth, deep-shaking every nerve. 
 
 ^Meantime, ilie village rouses up the fire; 
 While, well attested, and as well believ'd. 
 Heard solemn, goes the goblin story round; 
 Till superstitious horror creeps o'er all. 
 Or, frequent in the sounding hall, they wake 
 The rural gambol. Rustic mirth goes round ; 
 The simple joke that takes the shepherd's heart. 
 
WINTER. 1G5. 
 
 Easily pieas'd; the long loud laugh, sincere; 
 The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the side-long maid. 
 On purpose guardless, or pretending sleep. 
 The leaj), the slap, the haul; and, shook to notes 
 Of native music, the respondent dance. 
 Thus jocund fleets with them the winter night. 
 The city swarms intense. The public haunt, 
 Full of each theme, and warm with mix'd discourse,. 
 Hums indistinct. The sons of riot flow 
 Down the loose stream of false enchanted joy 
 To swift destruction. On the rankled soul 
 The gaming fury falls; and in one gulf. 
 Of total ruin, honour, virtue, peace, 
 Friends, families, and fortune, headlong sink. 
 Up springs the dance along the lighted dome, 
 Mix'd, and evolv'd, a thousand sprightly ways. 
 The glittering court effuses every pomp; 
 The circle deepens: beam'd from gaudy robes. 
 Tapers, and sparkling gems, and radient eyes, 
 A soft effulgence o'er the palace waves: 
 While, a gay insect, in his summer shine. 
 The fop, light-fluttering, spreads his mealy wings. 
 Dread o'er the scene the ghost of Hamlet stalks; 
 Othello rages; poor Monimia mourns; 
 And Belvidera pours her soul in love. 
 Terror alarms the breast; the comely tear 
 Steals o'er the cheek: or else tlie Comic Muse 
 Holds to the world a picture of itself. 
 And raises sly the fair impartial laugh. 
 Sometimes she lifts her strain, and paints the scenes 
 Of' beauteous hfe; whate'er can deck mankind. 
 Or charm the heart, in generous Bevil* show'd. 
 
 O Thou, whose wisdom, solid, yet refin'd. 
 Whose patriot virtues, and consummate skill 
 To touch the finer springs that move the world, 
 Join'd to whate'er the Graces can bestow, 
 And all Apollo's animating fire, 
 
 * A character in the Conscious Lovei-s, wiitten by Sir R. 
 Steele. 
 
i06 WINTER. 
 
 Give thee, with pleasing dignity, to shine 
 At once the guardian, ornament, and joy. 
 Of polish'd life; permit the rural Muse, 
 O Chesterfield ! to grace with thee her song. 
 Ere to the shades again she humbly flies, 
 Indulge her fond ambition, in thy train, 
 (For every Muse has in thy train a place) 
 To mark thy various fuU-accomplish'd mind; 
 To mark that spirit, which, with British scorn. 
 Rejects th' allurements of corrupted power; 
 That elegant politeness, which excels, 
 E'en in the judgment of presumptuous France^ 
 The boasted manners of her shining court; 
 That wit, the vivid energy of sense, 
 The truth of Nature, which, with Attic point. 
 And kind well-temper'd satire, smoothly keen, 
 Steals through the soul, and without pain corrects. 
 Or, rising thence with yet a brighter flame, 
 O let me hail thee on some glorious day, 
 When to the listening senate, ardent, crowd 
 Britannia's sons to hear her pleaded cause. 
 Then dress'd by thee, more amiably fair, 
 Truth the soft robe of mild persuasion wears: 
 Thou to assenting reason giv'st again 
 Her own enlighten'd thoughts; call'd from the heart, 
 Th' obedient passions on thy voice attend; 
 And e'en reluctant party feels awhile 
 Thy gracious power: as through the varied maze 
 Of eloquence, now smooth, now quick, now strong. 
 Profound, and clear, you roll the copious flood. 
 To thy lov'd haunt return, mj happy Muse; 
 For now, behold, the joyous winter days. 
 Frosty, succeed; and through the blue serene. 
 For sight too fine, th' etherial nitre flies, 
 Killing infectious damps, and the spent air 
 Storing afresh with elemental life. 
 Close crowds the shining atmosphere; and binds 
 Our strengthen'd bodies in its cold embrace, 
 Constringent; feeds, and animates our blood; 
 Kefines our spirits, through the new-strung nerves. 
 
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 h\ swifter sallies darting to the biain; 
 Where sits the soul, intense, collected, cool, 
 Bright as the skies, and as the season keen. 
 
 All nature feels the renovating force 
 Of Winter, only to the thoughtless eye 
 In ruin seen. The frost-concocted glebe 
 Draws in abundant vegetable soul. 
 And gathers vigour for the coming year. 
 A stronger glow sits on the lively cheek 
 Of ruddy fire: and luculent along 
 The purer rivers flow; their sullen deeps, 
 Transparent, open to the shepherd's gaze. 
 And murmur hoarser at the fixing frost. 
 
 What art thou, frost ? and whence are thy keen stores 
 Deriv'd, thou secret all-invading power ! 
 Whom e'en th' illusive fluid cannot fly? 
 Is not thy potent energy, unseen. 
 Myriads of little salts, or hook'd, or shap'd 
 Like double wedges, and diffus'd immense 
 Through water, earth, and ether? hence at eve<, 
 Steam'd eager from the red horizon round. 
 With the fierce rage of Winter deep sufFus'd, 
 An icy gale, oft shifting, o'er the pool 
 Breathes a blue film, and in its mid career 
 Arrests the bickering stream. The loosen'd ice^ 
 Let down the flood, and half dissolv'd by day, 
 Rustles no more; but to the sedgy bank 
 Fast grows; or gathers round the pointed stone, 
 A crystal pavement, by the breath of heaven 
 Cemented firm; till, seiz'd from shore to shore. 
 The whole imprison'd river growls below. 
 Loud rings the frozen earth, and hard reflects 
 A double noise; while, at his evening watch. 
 The village dog deters the nightly thief; 
 The heifer lows; the distant waterfall 
 Swells in the breeze; and, with the hasty tread 
 Of traveller, the hollow sounding plain 
 Shakes from afar The full ethereal round. 
 Infinite worlds disclosing to the view. 
 Shines out intens<ely keen: and, all one cope 
 
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 Of Starry glitter, glows from pole to pole. 
 From pole to pole the rigid influence falls, 
 Through the still night, incessant, heavy, strong, 
 And seizes Nature fast. It freezes on; 
 Till morn, late rising o'er the drooping world. 
 Lifts her pale eye unjoyous. Then appears 
 The various labour of the silent night: 
 Prone from the dripping eave, and dumb cascade, 
 Whose idle torrents only seem to roar. 
 The pendent icicle; the frost-work fair. 
 Where transient hues and fancied figures rise; 
 Wide spouted o'er the hill, the frozen brook, 
 A lived tract, cold gleaming on the morn; 
 The forest bent beneath the plumy wave; 
 And, by the frost refin'd, the whiter snow, 
 Incrustcd hard, and sounding to the tread 
 Of early shepherd, as he pensive seeks 
 His pining flock; or from the mountain-top, 
 Pleas'd with the slippery surface, swift descends. 
 
 On blithsome frolics bent, the youthful swains. 
 While every work of man is laid at rest. 
 Fond o'er the river crowd, in various sport 
 And revelry dissolv'd; where, mixing glad. 
 Happiest of all the train! the raptur'd boy 
 Lashes the whirling top. Or, where the Rhine, 
 Branch'd out, in many a long canal extends, 
 From every province swarming, void of care, 
 Batavia rushes forth; and as they sweep, 
 On sounding skates, a thousand different ways. 
 In circling poise, swift as the winds, along. 
 The then gay land is madden'd all to joy. 
 Nor less the northern courts, wide o'er the snow. 
 Pour a new pomp. Eager, on rapid sleds. 
 Their vigorous youth, in bold contention, wheel 
 The long-resounding course. Meantime, to raise 
 The manly strife, with highly blooming charms, 
 Flush'd by the season, Scandinavia's dames. 
 Or Russia's buxom daughters, glow around. 
 
 Pure, quick, and sportful, is the wholesome day, 
 But soon elaps'd. The horizontal sun 
 
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 Broad o'er the south, hangs at his utmost noon: 
 And, ineffectual, strikes the gelid cliff: 
 His azure gloss the mountain still maintains. 
 Nor feels the feeble touch. Perhaps the vale 
 Relents a while to the reflected ray; 
 Or from the forest falls the cluster'd snow; 
 Myriads of gems, that in the waving gleam 
 Gay twinkle as they scatter. Thick around 
 Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun. 
 And dog impatient bounding at the shot. 
 Worse than the Season, desolate the fields; 
 And, adding to the ruins of the year. 
 Distress the footsd or the feather'd game. 
 
 But what is this? Our infant Winter sinks, 
 Divested of his grandeur, should our eye 
 Astonish'd shoot into the frigid zone; 
 Where, for relentless months, continual Night 
 Holds o'er the gUttering waste her starry region. 
 
 There, through the prison of unbounded wilds, 
 Barr'd by the hand of Nature from escape. 
 Wide roams the Russian exile. Naught around 
 Strikes his sad eye but deserts lost in snow. 
 And heavy-loaded groves, and solid floods. 
 That stretch, athwart the solitary vast. 
 Their icy horrors to the frozen main; 
 And cheerless towns far distant, never bless'd. 
 Save when its annual course the caravan 
 Bends to the golden coast of rich Cathay,* 
 With news of human kind. Yet there life glows; 
 Tet cherish'd there, beneath the shining waste. 
 The furry nations harbour, tipp'd with jet. 
 Fair ermines, spotless as the snows they press; 
 Sables, of glossy black; and dark-embrown'd. 
 Or beauteous freak'd with many a mingled hue. 
 Thousands besides, the costly pride of courts. 
 There warm together press'd, the trooping deer 
 Sleep on the new-fall'n snows; and, scarce his head 
 Bais'd o'er the heapy wreath, the branching elk 
 
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170 wixTliit. 
 
 Lies slumbering sullen in the white abyss. 
 The ruthless hunter wants nor dogs nor toils; 
 Nor with the dread of sounding bows he drives 
 The fearful flying race; witli pond'rous clubs, 
 As weak against the mountain heaps they push 
 Their beating breast in vain, and piteous bray, 
 He lays them quivering on th* ensanguin'd snows; 
 And with loud shouts rejoicing, bears them home. 
 There, through the piny forest, half absorpt. 
 Rough tenant of these shades, the shapeless bearj 
 With dangling ice all horrid, stalks forlorn; 
 Slow-pac'd and sourer as the storms increase, 
 He makes his bed beneath th' inclement drift, 
 And with stern patience, scorning weak complaint. 
 Hardens his heart against assailing want 
 
 Wide o'er the spacious regions of the north. 
 That see Bootes urge his tardy wain , 
 A boisterous race, by frosty Caurus* pierc'd. 
 Who little pleasure know, and fear no pain. 
 Prolific swarm. They once relum'd the flame 
 Of lost mankind in polish'd slavery sunk; 
 Drove martial horde on horde,! with dreadful sweep 
 Resistless rushing o'er th' enfeebled south. 
 And gave the vanquish'd world another form. 
 
 Not such the sons of Lapland : wisely they 
 Despise th* insensate barbarous trade of war; 
 They ask no more than simple Nature gives, 
 They love their mountains, and enjoy their storms. 
 No false desires, no pride-created wants, 
 Disturb the peaceful current of their time; 
 And through the restless ever-tortur'd maze 
 Of pleasure, or ambition, bid it rage. 
 Their rein-deer form their riches. These, their tents. 
 Their robes, their beds, and all their homely wealth 
 Supply, their wholesome fare, and cheerful cups; 
 Obsequious at their call, the docile tribe 
 Yield to the sled their necks, and whirl them swift 
 
 * The North-west wind. 
 
 t 'ITie wanileriiig ScytUian clans^ 
 
WINTER. 171 
 
 O'er h\\\ and dale, heap'd into one expanse 
 Of marbled snow, as far as eye can sweep, 
 With a blue crust of ice unbounded glaz'd. 
 By dancing meteors then, that ceaseless shake 
 A waving blaze refracted o'er the heavens, 
 And vivid moons, and stars that keener play 
 With double lustre from the glossy waste; 
 E'en in the depth of polar night, tjiey find 
 A wondrous day; enough to light the chase. 
 Or guide their daring steps to Finland fairs. 
 
 Wish'd Spring returns, and from the hazy south, 
 While dim Aurora slowly moves before, 
 The welcome sun, just verging up at first, 
 By small degrees extends the swelling curve; 
 Till seen at last for gay rejoicing months, 
 Still round and round, his spiral course he winds; 
 And as he nearly dips his flaming orb. 
 Wheels up again, and re-ascends the sky. 
 In that glad season, from the lakes and flood, 
 Where pure Niemi's* fairy mountains rise. 
 And, fring'd with roses, Tengliof rolls his stream, 
 They draw the copious fry. With these, at eve. 
 They, cheerful loaded, to their tents repair; 
 Where, all day long in useful cares employ'd. 
 Their kind unblemish'd wives the fire prepare. 
 Thrice happy race ! by poverty secur'd 
 From legal plunder and rapacious power: 
 In whom fell interest never yet has sown 
 
 * M. de Manpertuis, in his book on the Figure of the Earth, 
 after having described (hebeautifu! lakeand mountains of Niemi, 
 in Lapl-Jiid, says, " From this height we had an opportunity se- 
 veral times to see those vapours rise from the lake which the 
 people of the country call Ha Itios, and which they deem to be 
 the guardian spirits of the mountains. We had been friglited 
 with stories of bears that haunted this place, but saw none. It 
 seemed rather a place of resort for fairies and genii, than bears." 
 
 t The same author observes, " I was surprised to see upon the 
 banks of this river (the Tenglio) roses of as lively a red as ai-.y 
 that are in our gardens. 
 
17^2 \yiNTER» 
 
 The seeds of vice: whose spotless swains ne'er knew 
 
 Injurious deed; nor, blasted by the breath 
 
 Of faithless love, their blooming daughters wo. 
 
 Still pressing on beyond Tornea's lake. 
 And Hecia flaming through a waste of snow. 
 And furthest Greenland, to the pole itself. 
 Where, failing gradual, life at length goes out. 
 The Muse expands her solitary flight; 
 And, hovering o'er the wild stupendous, scene, 
 Beholds new seas beneath another sky.* 
 Thron'd in his palace of cerulean ice, 
 Here Winter holds his unrejoicing court: 
 And through his airy hall the loud misrule 
 Of driving tempest is for ever heard: 
 Here the grim tyrant meditates his wrath; 
 Here arms his winds with all-subduing frosts; 
 Moulds his fierce hail, and treasures up his snows. 
 With which he now oppresses half the globe. 
 
 Thence, winding eastward to the Tartar's coast. 
 She sweeps the howling margin of the main; 
 Where undissolving, from the first of time, 
 Snows swell on snows amazing to the sky; 
 And icy mountains high on mountains pil'd. 
 Seems to the shivering sailor from afar. 
 Shapeless and white, an atmosphere of clouds. 
 Projected huge, and horrid, o'er the surge, 
 Alps frown on Alps; or rushing hideous down. 
 As if old chaos was again return'd, 
 Wide-rend the deep, and shake the solid pole: 
 Ocean itself no longer can resist 
 The binding fury; but, in all its rage 
 Of tempest taken by the boundless frost. 
 Is many a fathom to the bottom chain'd. 
 And bid to roar no more: a bleak expanse, 
 Shagg'd o'er with wavy rocks, cheerless, and void 
 Of every life, that from the dreary months 
 Flies conscious southward. Miserable they! 
 Who, here entangled in the gathering ice, 
 
 * Th« other Irtmisphei-^ 
 
WINTER. 175 
 
 Take their last look of the descending sun; 
 
 While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost. 
 
 The long, long night, incumbent o'er their heads. 
 
 Falls horrible. Such was the Briton's* fate. 
 
 As with first prow, (what have not Britons, dar'd?) 
 
 He for the passage sought, attempted since 
 
 So much in vain, and seeming to be shut 
 
 By jealous Nature with eternal bars. 
 
 In these fell regions, in Arzina caught, 
 
 And to the stony deep his idle ship 
 
 Immediate seal'd; he, with his hapless crew^ 
 
 Each full exerted at his several task, 
 
 Froze into statues: to the cordage glued 
 
 The sailor, and the pilot to the helm. 
 
 Hard by these shores, where scarce his freezing stream 
 
 Rolls the wild Oby, live the last of men; 
 
 And half enliven'd by the distant sun, 
 
 That rears and ripens man, as well as plants, 
 
 Here human Nature wears its rudest form. 
 
 Deep from the piercing season sunk in caves. 
 
 Here by dull fires, and with unjoyous cheer. 
 
 They waste the tedious gloom. Immers'd in furs. 
 
 Doze the gross race. Nor sprightly jest, nor song. 
 
 Nor tenderness they know; nor aught of life. 
 
 Beyond the kindred bears that stalk without. 
 
 Till morn at length, her roses drooping all. 
 
 Sheds a long twilight brightening o'er their fields. 
 
 And calls the quiver'd savage to the chase. 
 
 What cannot active government perform, [shores. 
 New-moulding man.^ wide-stretching from these 
 A people savage from remotest time, 
 A huge neglected empire, one vast mind. 
 By heaven inspir'd, from Gothic darkness call'd. 
 Immortal Peter I first of monarchs ! he 
 His stubborn country tam'd, her rocks, her fens, 
 Her floods, her seas, her ill-submitting sons; 
 
 * Sir Hugb Willoughby, sent by Qoc«n Elizabeth to discover 
 the aorth-east passage. 
 
IT4 WINTER, 
 
 And while the fierce barbarian he subdu'd^ 
 To more exalted soul he rais'd the Man. 
 
 Ye shades of ancient heroes ! ye who toil'd 
 Through long successive ages to build up 
 A labouring plan of state, behold at once 
 The wonder done! behold the matchless prince! 
 Who left his native throne, where reign'd till then 
 A rnighty shadow of unreal power; 
 Who greatly spurn'd the slothful pomp of courts; 
 And roaming every land, in every port 
 His sceptre laid aside, with glorious hand 
 Unwearied, plying the mechanic tool, 
 Gather'd the seeds of trade, of useful arts, 
 Of civil wisdom, and of martial skill. 
 Oharg'd with the stores of Europe, home he goes? 
 Then cities rise amid th' illumin'd waste; 
 O'er joyless deserts smiles the rural reign; 
 Far-distant flood to flood is social join'd; 
 Th' astonish'd Euxine hears the Baltic roar; 
 Proud navies ride on seas that never foam'd 
 With daring keel before; and armies stretch 
 Each way their dazzling files, repressing here 
 The frantic Alexander of the north. 
 And av/ing there stern Othman's shrinking sons- 
 Sloth flies the land, and Ignorance, «and Vice, 
 Of old dishonour proud: it glows around. 
 Taught by tiie royal hand that rous'd the whole. 
 One scene of arts, of arms, of rising trade: 
 For what his wisdom plann'd, and power enforced 
 More potent still, his great example show'd. [du'd. 
 Muttering, the winds at eve, with blunted point sub- 
 Blow hollow blustering from the south. 
 The frost resolves into a trickling thaw. 
 Spotted the mountains shine; loose sleet descends. 
 And floods the country round. The rivers swell. 
 Of bonds impatient. Sudden from the hills, 
 O'er rocks and woods, in broad brown cataracts, 
 A thousand snow-fed torrents shoot at once; 
 Aad, where they rush, the wide-resounding plaia 
 
WITvTTiR. 175 
 
 Jb left one slimy waste. Those sullen seas. 
 That wash'd tlx' ungenial pole, will rest no more 
 Beneath the shackles of the mighty north; 
 But, rousing all their waves, resistless heave. 
 And hark! the lengthening roar continuous runs 
 Athwart the rifted deep: at once it bursts. 
 And piles a thousand m.ountains to the clouds. 
 
 Ill fares the bark with trembling wretches charg'd. 
 That, toss'd amid the floating fragments, moors 
 Beneath the shelter of an icy isle, 
 While night o'erwhelms the sea, and horror looks 
 More hrrrible. Can human force endure 
 Th' assembled mischiefs that besiege them round.* 
 Heart-gnawing hunger, fainting weariness, 
 The roar of winds and waves, the crush of ice. 
 Now ceasing, now renew'd with louder rage, 
 And in dire echoes bellowing round the main. 
 More to embroil the deep. Leviathan 
 And his unwieldy train, in dreadful sport. 
 Tempest the loosen'd brine; while thro' the gloom, 
 Far, from the bleak inhospitable shore. 
 Loading the winds, is heard the hungry howl 
 Of faraish'd monsters, there awaiting wrecks. 
 Yet Providence, that ever-waking eye! 
 Looks dov/n with pity on the feeble toil 
 Of mortals lost to hope, and lights them safe 
 Through all this dreary labyrinth of fate. 
 
 'Tis done l dread Winter spreads his latest glooms, 
 And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year- 
 How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! 
 How dumb the tuneful ! horror wide extends 
 His desolate domain. Behold, fond man! 
 See here thy pictur'd life; pass some few years. 
 Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength. 
 Thy sober Autumn fading into age. 
 And pale concluding Winter comes at- last. 
 And shuts the scene. Ah ! whither now are fled 
 Those dreams of greatness? those unsolid hopes 
 Of happiness? those longings after fame? 
 Thosis restless cares? those busy bustling days? 
 
17t> WINTER. 
 
 Those gay-spent, festive nights? tiiose veering tho'ts, 
 jLost between good and ill, that shar'd thy life? 
 All now are vanish'd ! Virtue sole survives. 
 Immortal, never-failing friend of Man, 
 His guide to happiness on high. And see ! 
 'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth 
 Of heaven and earth ! awakening Nature hears 
 The new-creating word, and starts to life, 
 In every heighten'd form; from pain and death 
 For ever free. The great eternal scheme, 
 Involving all, and in a perfect whole 
 Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads. 
 To reason's eye refin'd clears up apace. 
 
 Ye vainly wise! ye blind presumptuous! no\t. 
 Confounded in the dust, adore that Power, 
 And Wisdom oft airaign'd: see now the cause. 
 Why unassuming worth in secret liv'd. 
 And died, neglected: why the good man*s share 
 In life was gall and bitterness of soul: 
 Why the lone widow and her orphans pin'd 
 In starving solitude; while luxury. 
 In palaces, lay straining her low thonglit, 
 To form unreal v/a'nts: why heaven-born truth. 
 And moderation fair, wore the red marks 
 Of superstition's scourge: why licens'd pain. 
 That cruel spoiler, that embosom'd foe, 
 Embitter'd all our bliss. Ye good difetress'd ! 
 Ye noble few! who here unbending stand 
 Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile, 
 An<i what your bounded view, which only saw 
 A little part, deem'd evil, is no more: 
 The storms of Wintry time will quickly pass. 
 And one unbounded Spring encircle all 
 
A HYMN. 
 
 These, as tliey change, Almighty Father! these 
 Are but the- varied God. The rolling year 
 Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring 
 Thy beauty walks. Thy tenderness and love. 
 Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm; 
 Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; 
 And every sense, and every heart is joy. 
 Then comes Thy glory in the Summer-months, 
 With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy sun 
 Shoots full perfection through the swelling year: 
 And oft Thy Voice in dreadful thunder speaks; * 
 And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve. 
 By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales. 
 Thy bounty shines in Autunm unconfin'd. 
 And spreads a common feast for all that lives. 
 In Winter, awful Thou! with clouds and storms 
 Around Thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll'd, 
 Majestic darkness ! on the whirlwind's wing. 
 Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world adore, ' 
 And humblest Nature with Thy northern blast. 
 
 Mysterious round! what skill, what force divine. 
 Deep felt, in these appear ! a simple train. 
 Yet so delightful niix'd, with such kind art 
 Such beauty and beneficence combin'd, 
 Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade. 
 And all so forming a harmonious whole. 
 That, as they still succeed, they ravish still. 
 But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, 
 Man marks not Thee; marks not the mighty hand, . 
 That, every-busy, wheels the silent spheres; 
 Works in the secret deep; shoots, steaming, thenc«j 
 Thp f,iir profu^^ion that o'erspreads the Spring: 
 
178 A HYMN, 
 
 Flings from the siin direct the flaming day; 
 Feeds every creature; hurls the tempest forth; 
 And, a.s on earth this grateful change revolver. 
 With transport touches all the springs of life> 
 
 Nature, attend! join every living soul. 
 Beneath the spacious temple of the sky. 
 In adoration join; and, ardent, raise 
 One general song! To Him, ye vocal gales. 
 Breathe soft; whose Spirit in your freshness breathes; 
 Oh, talk of Him in solitary glooms! 
 Where, o'er the rock, the scarcely waving pine 
 Fills the brown shade with a religious awe. 
 And ye, whose bolder note is heard afar, 
 Who shake th' astonish'd world, lift high to heaven 
 Th' impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. 
 His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills. 
 And let me catch it as I muse along. 
 Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound; 
 Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze 
 Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, 
 A secret world of wonders in thyself, 
 Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice 
 Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. 
 Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers. 
 In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, 
 Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. 
 Ye forests bend, ye harvests wave, to Him; 
 Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart. 
 As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. 
 Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep 
 Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, 
 Ye constellations, while your angels strike. 
 Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. 
 Great source of day! best image here below 
 Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, 
 From world to world, the vital ocean round; 
 On Nature write with every beam His praise. 
 The thunder rolls: be hush'd the prostrate world; 
 While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn 
 Bleat out afresh, ye hills: ye mossy rocks. 
 
A HYMN. 1T9 
 
 iletaiD the sound; the broad responsive low, 
 
 Ye valleys raise; for the Great Shepherd reigns; 
 
 And his unsuffering kingdom yet will come. 
 
 Ye woodlands all, awake: a boundless song 
 Burst from the groves ! and when the restless day, 
 Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, 
 Sweetest of birds! sweet Philomela, charm 
 The hstening shades, and teach the night His praise. 
 Ye chief, for whom the whole creation smiles, 
 At once the head, the heart, and tongue of all, 
 Crown the great hymn ! in swarming cities vast. 
 Assembled men, to the deep organ join 
 The long-resounding voice, oft breaking clear. 
 At solemn pauses, through the swelling bass; 
 And, as each mingling flame increases each. 
 In one united ardour rise to heaven. 
 Or if you rather choose the rural shade, 
 And find a fane in every sacred grove; 
 There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, 
 The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, 
 Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll! — 
 For me, when I forget the darling theme. 
 Whether the blossom blows, the Summer-ray 
 Russets the plain, inspiring Autumn gleams, 
 Or Winter rises in the blackening east; 
 Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, 
 And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat 
 
 Should fate command me to the furthest verge 
 Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, 
 Rivers unknown to song; where first the sun 
 Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam 
 Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis naught to me: 
 Since God is ever present, ever felt. 
 In the void waste as in the city full; 
 And where He vital breathes there must be joy. 
 When e'en at last the solemn hour shall come. 
 And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, 
 I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers. 
 Will rising wonders sing: I cannot go 
 Where universal Love not smiles around. 
 
Sustaining all yon orbs, and all tlieir suns? 
 
 Prom seeming evil still educing good, 
 
 And better thence again, and better still. 
 
 In infinite progression. But I lose 
 
 Myself in Him, in Light ineffable ! 
 
 i?ome then, expressive Silence, muse His praise. 
 
 THE END. 
 
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