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Grace Henrietta, Duchess of Marlborough,' was reprinted for the Percy Society—under the care of Mr. Peter Cunningham—as a genuire though unacknowledged production of Thomson, first published in .1729. We have no doubt of the genuineness of this poem as the work of Thomson. It possesses all the characteristics of his style.

We subjoin a few of the detached pictures and descriptions in the * Seasons,' and part of the Castle of Indolence.'

Showers in Spring.
The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up
Within his iron cave, the effusive 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 fast degrees,
In heaps ou heaps the doubling vapour sails
Along the loaded sky, and, mingling deep,
Sits on the horizon round, a settled gloom;
Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed,
Oppressiug life; but lovely, gentle, kind,
And full of every hope, of every joy,
The wish of nature. Gradual sinks the breeze
Into a perfect calm, that not a breath
Is heard to quiver through the closing woods,
Or rustling turu the many-twinkling leaves
Of aspeu tall. The curling floods, diffused
Iu glassy breadth, seem, through de-lusive 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. Hushed in short suspense,
The pluny people streak their wings with oil,
To throw the lucid moisture trickling off,
And wait the approaching sign, to strike at once
Into the general choir. Even mountains, vales,
And forests seen impatient to demand
The promised sweetness. Man superior walks
Amid the glad creation, musing praise,
And looking lively gratitude. At last,
The clouds consign their treasures to the fields,
Avd, 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
By such as wunder through the forest walks,
Beneath the umbrageous multitude of leaves.
Birds Pairing in Spring.

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 obeyed:
Nor all the sweet sensations they perceive
Indulged in vain. Some to the lolly hedge
Nestling repair, and to the thicket some;
Some to the rude protection of the thorn
Cominit their feeble offspring; the cleft tree
Offery its kind concealment to a few,

Their food its insects, and its moss their nests :
Others apart, far in the grassy dale
Or rougheping waste their humble texture weave:
But most in woodland solitudes delight,
In unfrequented glooms or shaggy banks,
Steep, aud divided by a babbling brook,
Whose murmurs soothe them all the livelong day,
When by kiud duty tixed. 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 daught
But restless hurry through the busy air,
Beat by unnumbered 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 unobserved,
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 from her tender task
Or by sharp hunger or by emooth delight,
Though the whole loosened Spring around her blows,
Her sympathising lover takes his stand
High on the 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. The appointed time
With pious toil fulfilled, the callow young,
Warmed and expanded into perfect life,
Their brittle bondage break, and come to light;
A helpless family, demanding food
With constant clamour: () what passions then,
What melting sentiments of kindly care,
On the new parents seize! away they fiy
Affectionate, and, undesiring, bear
The most delicious morsel to their young,
Which equally distributed, again
The search begius. Even so a gentle pair,
By fortune sunk, but formed of generous mould,
And charmed with cares beyond the vulgar breast,
In some lone cot amid the distant woods,
Sustained alone by providential heaven,
Oft as they, weeping, eye their infant train,
Check their own appetites, and give them all.

Summer Evening.
Low walks the sun, and broadens by degrees,
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,
And if his weary chariot sought the bowers
Of Amphitrite, and her tending nymphs-
So Grecian fable sung--he dips his orb;
Now half immersed; and now a golden curve
Gives one bright glance, then total disappears.

Confessed from yonder slow-extinguished clouden?
All ether softening, sober evening takes
Her wouted station iu the middle air ;

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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 wave the wood, and stir the stream,
Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn :
While the quail clamours for his ruvuing mate.
Wide o'er the thistly lawn, as swells the breeze,
A whitening shower of vegetable down
Amusive floats. The kind impartial care
Of nature nought disdains: thoughtful to feed
Her lowest sous, and clothe the coming year,
From field to field the feathered seeds she wings.

His folded flock secure, the shepherd home
Hies merry-hearted ; and by turns relieves
The ruddy milkinaid of her brimming pail;
The beauty whom perhaps his witless heart-
Unknowing what the joy-mixed anguish means
Sincerely loves, by that best language shewn
Of cordial glances, and obliging deeds.
Onward they pass o'er mauy a panting height,
And valley sunk, and unfrequented; where
At fall of eve the fairy people throng,
Iu various game and revelry, to pass
The summer night, as village stories tell.
But far about they wander from the grave
Of him whom his ungentle fortune urged
Against his own sad breast to lift the hand
Of impious violence. The lonely tower
Is also shunned; whose mournful chambers hold
So night-struck fancy dreams—the yelling ghost.

Among the crooked lanes, on every hedge,
The glowworm lights his gem; and through the dark
A moving radiance twinkles. Evening yields
The world to uight: not in her winter robe
Of massy Stygian woof, but loose arrayed
In mantle dul). A faint erroneous ray,
Glanced from the 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 retained
The ascending gleam, are all one swimming scene,
Uncertain if beheld. Sudden to heaven
Thence weary vision turns; where, leading soft
T ent hours of love, with purest ray,
Sweet Venus shines; and from her genial riso,
When daylight sickens till it springs afresh,
Unrivalled reigns, the fairest lamp of night.

END OF VOLUME IIL

CYCLOPÆDIA

OF

ENGLISH LITERATURE

A HISTORY, CRITICAL AND BIOGRAPHICAL, OF BRITISH
AND AMERICAN AUTHORS, WITH SPECIMENS

OF THEIR WRITINGS,

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NEW YORK :
AMERICAN BOOK EXCHANGE,

TRIBUNE BUILDING.

1880.

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