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Incontinent; and busy frenzy talks
| By thousands, tumble from their honeyed Of blood and battle ; cities overturn'd,
domes And late at night in swallowing earthquake Convolv’d, and agonising in the dust. sunk,
And was it then for this you roam'd the Spring, Or hideous wrapt in fierce ascending flame, Intent from flower to flower ? for this you Of sallow famine, inundation, storm ;
toild Of pestilence, and every great distress; Ceaseless the burning Suinmer-heats away? Empires subvers'd, when ruling fate has struck For this in Autumn search'd the blooming Th’unalterable hour: even Nature's self
waste, Is deem'd to totter on the brink of time. Nor lost one sunny gleam? for this sad fate? Nut so the Man of philosophic eye,
O man! tyrannic lord : how long, how long, And inspect sage; the waving briglitness lic Shall prostrate Nature
your Curious surveys, inquisitive to know
rage, The causes, and materials, yet unfix’d, Awaiting renovation? When oblig'd, Of this appearance beautiful and new. Must you destroy? Of their ambrosial food
Now black, and deep, the night begins to fall, Can you not borrow; and, in just return, A shade immense. Sunk in the quenching Afford them shelter from the wintry winds; gloom,
Or, as the sharp year pinches, with their own Magnificent and vast, are heaven and earth. Again regale them on a smiling day? Order confounded lies : all beauty void ; Sce where the stony boltom of their town Distinction lost ; and gay variety
Looks desolate and wild; with here and there One universal blot: such the fair power A helpless number, who the ruind state Of light, to kindle and create the whole. Survive, lamenting weak, cast out to death. Drear is the state of the benighted wretch, Thus a proud city, populous and rich, Who then, bewilder'd, wanders thro' the dark, Full of the works of peace, and high in joy, Full of pale fancies, and chimeras huge; At theatre or feast, or sunk in sleep, Nor visited by one directive ray,
(As late, Palermo, was ihy fate) is seis'd From cottage streaming, or from airy hall. By some dread earthquake, and convuksive Perhaps impatient as he stumbles on,
hurl'd Struck from the root of slimy rushes, blue,
Sheer from the black foundation, stench-inThe wild-fire scatters round, or, gather'd trails volv'd, A length of flame deceitful o'er the moss : Into a gulph of blue sulphurons flame. Whither decoy'd by the fantastic blaze, Hence every harsher sight! for now the day, Now lost aud'now'renew'd, he sinks absorpt, O'er heav'n and earth diffus'd, grows warm and Rider and borse, amid the miry gulph:
high, While still, froin day to day, his pining wise Infinite splendor ! wide investing all. And plaintive children his return await, How still the breeze ! save what the filmy In wild conjecture lost. At other times,
threads Sent by the better Genius of the night, Of dew evaporate brushes from the plain. Innoxious, gleaming on the horse's mane, Ilow clear the cloudless sky! how deeply The meteor sits; and shows the narrow path, ting'd That winding leads thro' pits of death, or else With a peculiar blue! the ethereal arch Insiracts him how to take the dangerous ford. How swell'd immense! amid whose azure The lengthend night elaps'd, the morning thron'd shines
The radiant sun how gay! how calm below Serenc, in all her dewy beauty bright, The gilded earth! the harvest-treasures all Unfolding fair the last an nmnal day. Now gather'd in, beyond the rage of storms, And now
the mounting sun dispels the fog; Sure to the swain; ihe circling fence shut up: The rigid hoar-frost melts before his beam; And instant Winter's utınost tage defy'd. And hung on ev'ry spray, on every blade While loose to festive joy, the country round
grass, the myriad 'dew-drops iwinkle round. Laughs with the loud sincerity of mirth, Ah! sce where robb’d, and murder’d, in Shook to the wind their cares. The toil strung
youth Lies the still heaving hive? at evening snatchd, By the quick sense of music taught alone, Beneath the cloud of guilt-concealing night, Leaps wildly graceful in the lively dance And fix'd o'er sulphur: while, not dream- Her' very charın abroad, the village-toast, ingill,
Young, buxom, warm, in native beauty rich, The happy people, in their waxen cells, Darts not unmeaning looks; and, where bat tending public cares, and planning schemes Of temperance, for Winter poor; rejoiced Points an approving smile, with double force, To mark, full-Howing round, their copious The culgel tatiles, and the wrestler twines.
Age too shines out: and garrulous, recounts Sudden the dark oppressive steam ascends ; The feats of youth. Thus they rejoice; nor And, usd to milder scents, the tender race,
That, with to-morrow's sun, their annual toil Mad ino tumult the seditious berd,
Oh knew he but his happiness, of men Insure the wretched in the toils of law,
Wreathe ihe deep bow, diffuse the lying smile, Each morning vomits out the sncaking crowd And read the weary labyrinth of state. Of Ratierers false, and in their turn abus'd ? While he, from all the siormy passions free Vile intercourse! Wbat though the glitter- That restless men involve, hears, and but haars, ing robe,
At distance sate, the human tempest roar, Of every hue reflected light can give, Vrupt close in conscious peace. The fall of Or floating loose or stiff with mazy gold,
kings, The pride and gaze of fools ! oppress him not? The rage of nations, and the crush of states, What tho' from utmost land and sea purvey'd, Move not the dau,who from the world escap'd, For hin each rarer tributary life
In still retrcats, and flowery solitnles, Bleeds vot, and his insatiate table heaps To Nature's voice attends from month 10 month, With luxury, and death? What tho his bowl And day to day, throʻ the revolving year; Flames not with costy juice; nor sunk in beds, Admiring, sees her in her every shape; Of of gay care he tosses out the night, Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart ; Or mells the thoughtless hours in idle state? Takes what she liberal gives, nor thinks of more. What tho' he knows not those fantastic joys, He, when young Spring protrudes the busting That still amuse the wauton, still deceive;
geins, A face of pleasure, but a heart of pain ; Marks the first bud, and sucks the healthful "}heir hallow moments wondelighted all ?
gale Sure peace is his : a solid life, estrang'd Into his freshen'd soul ; ber genial hours To disappointnient, and fallacious hope : He full enjoys; and not a beauty blows, Rich in content, in Nature's bounty rich, And not an opening blossom breathes in vain. In herbs and fruits; whatever greens the Spring, In Summer he, beneath the living shade, When heaven descends in showers; or bends such as o'er frigid Tempe wont to ware, the bough
Or Heinus cool, reads with the Muse, of these When Summer reddens, and when Autumn Perhaps, has in immortal numbers sung; beams;
Or what she dictates writes: and, oft an eye Or in the wint'ry glebe whatever lies Shot round, rejoices in the vigorous year. Conceald, and tariens with the richest sap: When Autumn's yellow lustre gilds the world, These are not wanting ; nor the milky drove, And tempts the fickled swaip into the field, Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale: Seis'd by the gen'ral joy, his heart distenils Nor bleating mountains, nor the chide of With gentle throes; and thro' the tepid gleaus streams,
Deep musing, then he best exerts his song. And hum of bees, inviting sleep sincere Even Winter wild to him is full of bliss. Into the guiltless breast, beneath the shade, The mighty tempest, and the lioary waste, Or thrown at last amid the fragrant hay; Abrupt, and deep, stretch'd o'er the buried Nor ought beside of prospect, grove or song,
earth, Dim grotloes, gleaming likes, and fountains Awake to solemn thought. At night the skies, clear.
Disclos'd, and kindled, by refining frost, Here ioo dwells simple truth ; plain innocence; Pour every lustre on th' exalted eye. Unsulliel beauty; sound unbroken youth A friend, a book, the stealing hours secure, Patient of labor, with a little pleas’d'; And mark them down for wisdom. With Health ever-blooming; unambitious toil ;
swift wing, Calin contemplation and poetic ease.
O'er land and sea imagination roams; Let others brave the food in quest of gain, Or truth, divinely breaking on his mind, And beat for joyless months the gloomy wave. Elates his being, and unfolds his powers; Let such as deci it glory to destroy,
Or in his breast heroic virtue burns. Rush into blood, the sack of cities seek; Tlie touch of kindred too and love he feels; Umpiered, exulting in the widow's wail, The modest eye, whose beams on his alore Tie virgin's shriek, and the infani's trembling Ecstatic shine; the little strong embrace cry.
Of prauiing children, iwin'd around his neck, Let some, far distant from their nalive soil, And emulous to please him, calling forth Urg' an by want, or barden'd avarice, The foud paternal soul. Nor purpose gay, Find otherlands beneath another sun.
Amusement, dance, or song, he sternly scorne; Let this through cities work his cager way, For happiness and true philosophy By legal outrage, and establish'd guile, Are of the social still, and smiling kind. The social sense extinct, and that ferment This is the life which those who fret in guilt,
And guilty cities, never knew; the life, Heard the winds roar, and the big torrent
In the grim evening sky. Thus pass'd the Oh, Nature ! all sufficient! over all !
time, Enrich me with the knowledge of thy works! Till thro' the lucid chanıbers of the south Snatch me to heaven; thy rolling wonders Look'd out the joyous Spring, look'd out, and there,
Skim'd the gay Spring ; on eagle pinions borne,
As is her theme, her numbers wildly great:
Amid a sliding age, and burning strong,
A steady spirit, regularly free;
Into the patriot; these the public hope
And eye to thee converting, bid the Muse
Record what envy dares not flattery call.
Now when the cheerless empire of the sky
Wilmington. First approach of Winter. And fierce Aquarius, stains th' inverted year;
Light, life, and joy, the dubious day forsake.
Meantime, in sable cincture, shadow's vast, SEE, Winter comes, to rule the varied year, Deep-ting'd and damp, and congregated clouds, Sullen and sail, with all his rizing train; And all the vapory turbulence to heaven, Vapors, and Clouds, and Storms. Be these, Involve the face of things. Thus Winter falls
A heavy gloom oppressive o'er the world, These! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, Thro' Namre shedding influence malign, And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred And rouses up the seeds of dark disease. glooins!
The soul of Mau dies in him, loathing life, Congenial horrors hail! with frequent foot, And black with more than inelancholy views. Pleas'd have I, in my cheerful morn of life, The catile droop ; and o'er the furrow'd land,
When nursd by careless solitude I liv'd, Fresh from the plough, theduu-discolor'd Rocks, * And sung of Nature with unceasing joy, Untended spreading, crop the wholesome rooi. Picas'd have I wander'd thro' your rough dlo- Along ihe woods, along the moorish fens,
Siglis the sad Genius of the coming storm ; Trod the pure virgin snows myself as pure; And up among the loose disjointed cliffs,
And fractured mountains wild, the brawling Begin to flush around. The reeling clouds brook
Stagger with dizzy poize, as doubting set And cave, presagerul, send a hollow moan, Which master to obey ; while rising slow, Resounding long in listening Fancy's ear. Blank in the leaden-color'd east, the moon
Then comes the father of the tempest forth, Wears a wan circle round her blunced horns. Wrapt in black glooms. First joyless rains Seen thro' the turbid Auctuating air, obscure
The stars obtuse emit a shiver'd ray; Drive thro' the mingling skies the vapor foul ; Or frequent seein to emit a shiver'd gloom, Dash on the mountain's brow, and shake the And long behind them trail the whiteninz woods,
blaze. That grumbling wave below. The unsightly Snatch'd in short cddies, plays the wither'd plain
leaf, Lies a brown deluge ; as the low-bent clouds And on the food the dancing feather floats. Pour flood on flood, yet unexhausted still With broaden'd nostrils to the sky up-turnd, Combine, and deep'ning into night shut up The conscious heiser snuffs the siormy gale. The day's fair face. The wanderers of heaven, Even as the matrou at her nightly task, Each to his home retire, save those that love With pensive labor draws the flaxen thread, To take their pastime in the troubled air, The wasted taper and the cracking fame Or skimıning futter round the dimply pool. Foretel the blast. But chief the plumy race, The cattle from the untasted fields return, The tenants of the sky, its changes speak. And ask, with ineaning lowe, their wonted Retiring from the downs, where all day long stalls,
They pick'd their scanty fare, a black'ning Or ruminate in the contiguous shade.
train Thither the houshold feathery people crowd, Of clamrous rocks thick urge ther weary flight, The crested cock, with all his female train, And seek tho closing shelter of the grove; Pensive, and dripping; while the cottage hind Assiduous in his bower the wailing ow! Hangs o'er the enlivening blaze, and taleful Plies his sad song. The cormorant on high there
Wheels from the deep, and screains along the Recounts his simple frolic: much he talks,
land. And inuch he laughs, nor recks the storins that Loud shrieks the soaring heron; and with blows
wild-wing, Without, and rattles on his humble roof. The circling sea-fowl cleave the filaky clouds. Wide o'er the brim, with many a torrent Ocean, unequal press'd, with broken ride swellid,
And blind cominotion heaves; while from the And the mix'd ruin of its banks o'erspread,
shore, At last the rous'd up river pours along ; Ate into caverns by the restless wave, Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes, And forest rustling mountain, comes a voice, Froin the rude mountain, and the mossy wild, That solemn sounding bids the workl prepare, Tuinbling thro' rocks abrupt, and sounding Then issues forth the storm with sudden burst, far:
And hurls the whole precipitated air, Then o'er the sanded valley floating spreads Down in a torrent. On the passive main Calm, sluggish, silent; till again, constrain'd Descends th' aihereal force, and with strong Between two meeting hills, it bursts away,
gust Where rocks and woods o'erhang the turbid Turns from its bottom the discolor'd deep. streain;
Thro’the black night that sits imniense around, There gathering triple force, rapid and deep, Lash'd into foam, the fierce conflicting brine It boils, and wheels, and foams, and thunders Seems o'er a thousand raging waves to burr: through.
Meantime the imountain-billows to the clouds Nature ! great parent! whose unceasing hand In dreadful tumult swell’d, surge above surge, Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year, Burst into chaos with tremendous roar, How mighty, how majestic, are thy works! And anchord wavies from their station drives, With what a pleasing dread they swell the Wide as the winds across the howling waste soul!
Of miglity waters ; now the inflated wave That sees astonishid ! and astonish'd sings ! Scraining ihey scale, and now impeluvus slooi Ye too, ye winds! that now begin to blow, Into the secret cliambers of the deep, With boisterous sweep, I raise iny voice to you: The wintry Baltic thundering o'er their head, Where are your stores ye powerful beings! say, Emerging thence again, before the breath Where are your aërial magazines reserv'd, Of full-exerting heaven they wing their course, To swell the brooding terrors of the storm ? And dart on distant coasts ; it some sharp rock, In what kir distant region of the sky,
Or shoal insidious break not their career, Ilush'd in deep silence, sleep ye when 'tis calm? And in loose fragments fling them floating
When from the pallid sky, the sun descends, round. With many a spol ihat o'er his glaring orla Nor less at land the loosen'd tempest reigns: Uncertain genders, stuiwd: red fiery streaks The inountain thunders; and its sturdy sons
Stoop to the bottom of the rocks they shade. With a continual flow. The cherish'd fields
melts Low waves the rooted forest, vex'd, and sheds Along the mazy current. Low the woods What of its tarnish'd honors yet remain ;
Bow their hoár head : and, ere the languid Dash'd down, and scatter'd, by the tearing winds
Faint from the west emits his evening ray, Assiduous fury, its gigantic limbs.
Earth's universal face, deep hid, and chill, Thus struggling thro' the dissipated grove, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The whirling tempest raves along the plain ; The works of Man. Drooping, the laborer-ox And on the cottage thatch'd, or lordly roof, Stands coverd o'er with snow, and then deKeen fastening, shakes them to the solid base. mands Sleep frighted flies, and round the rocking The fruit of all his toil. The fowls of heaven, dome,
Tam'd by the cruel season, crowd around For entrance eager, howls the savage blast. The winnowing store, and claim the little boon Then too, they say, thro' all the burden', air, Which Providence assigns them. One alone, Long groans are heard, shrill sounds, and distant The red-breast, sacred to the housholşl gods, sighs,
Wisely regardful of th' embroiling sky, That, utter'd by the Demon of the night, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves Warn the devoted wretch of woc and death. His shivering mates, and pays, to trusted Man Huge uproar lords it wide. The clouds com- His annual visit. Half afraid, he first mix'd
Against the window beats; then brisk, alights With stars swift gliding sweep along the sky, On the warm hearth; then hopping o'er the All Nature reels. Till Naiure's King, who
Eyes all the smiling fainily askance, Amid tempestuous darkness dwells alone, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he And on the wings of the careering wind
is : Walks dreadfully serene, commands a calm ;
Till more familiar
the table crumbs Then straight air, sea, and earth, are hush'd at Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds
Pour fourth their brown inhabitants, The As yet 'tis midnight deep. The weary clouds, hare, Slow meeting, Iningle into solid gloom. Tho' timorous of heart, and hard beset Now while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep, By death in various forms, and dark snares, and Let me associate with the scrious Night,
dogs, And Contemplation her scdare compeer! And more unpitying Men, the garden seeks, Let me shake off th'intrusive cares of day, Urg'd on by fearless want. The bleatiug kind And lay the meddling senses all aside. Eye the bleak heav'n, and next the glist'ning Where now, ye lying vanities of life!
earth, Ye ever-tempting ever-cheating train ! With looks of dumb despair ; then sad dispers'd, Where are you now, and what is your amount! Dig for the wither'd herb thro' heaps of snow. Vexation, disappointment, and reinorse. Now, shepherds, to your helpless charge be Sad, sickening thought! and yet deluded Man, kind, A scene of crude disjointed visions past, Baffle the raging year, and fill their pens And broken slumbers rises still resolv'd, With food at will, lodge them below the storm, With new-flush'd hopes, to run the giddy And watch them sıricdy: for from the bellowround.
ing cast, Father of light and life ! thou Good Supreme! In this dire season, oft' the whirlwind's wing O teach me what is good! teach me Thyself! Sweeps up the burthen of whole wint'ry plains Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,
At one wide waft, and o'er the hapless flocks, From every low pursuit ! and feed any soul Hid in the hollow of two neighbouring hills, With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue The billowy tempest whelms; till upward urg'd pure ;
The valley to a shining mountain swells, Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss ! Tipt with a wreath high-curling in the sky.
The keener tempests rise : and fuming dun As thus the snows arise ; and foul, and fierce, From all the livid east, or piercing north, All Winter drives along the darken'd air ; Thick clouds ascend; in whose capacious womb In his own loose revolving fields, the swain A vapory deluge lies, to snow congeald Disaster'd stands : sees other hills ascend, Heavy they roll their fleecy world along : Of unknown joyless brow, and other scenes, And the sky saddens with the gather'd storm. Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain : Thro' the hush'd air the whitening shower de- Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid scends,
Beneath the formuless wild, but wanders on At first thin-wav'ring ; till at last the Aakes From hill 10 dale, still more and more astray ; Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming the day, Impatient founcing thro' the drifted heaps,