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Incontinent; and busy frenzy talks

By thousands, tumble from their honeyed Of blood and batile; 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 theSpring, Or hideous wrapt in fierce ascending flame, Intent from flower to flower ? for this you Of sallow famine, inundation, storm;

toil'd Of pestilence, and every great distress;

Ceaseless the burning Suinmer-heats away? Empires subrersd, 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 sotter on the brink of time. Nor lost one sunny gleam? for this sad fate? Nut so the Man of philosophic eye,

10 man! tyrannic lord ! how long, how long, And inspect sage; the waving brightness he Shall prostrate Nature groan beneath 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 Aford them shelter from the wintry winds; glooin,

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; See where the stony bottom 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 ruin'd 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 ihe 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 soine dread earthquake, and convulsive Perhaps impatient as he stumbles on,

hurlid Struck from the root of slimy rushes, blue, Sheer from the black foundation, stench-inThe wild-fire scatters round, or, gather'd trails A length of flame deceitful o'er the moss : Into a gulph of blue sulphurons fame. Whither decoy'd by the fantastic blaze,

Hence every harsher sight! for now the day, Now lost and now renew'd, he sinks absorpt, O'er heav'n and earth diffus'd, grows warm and Rider and horse, 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 ealın below Serene, in all her dewy beauty bright,

The gilded earth! the harvesi-treasures all Unfolding fair the lasi antnmnal 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 Of 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 that pit

youth Lies the still heaving hive? at evening snatch'd, 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 charm 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 Sat tending public cares, and planning schemes... her eye Of temperance, for Winter poor; rejoiced Points an approving smile, with double force, To mark, full-towing round, their copious | The cudgel ratiles, and the wrestler twines. stores

| Age too shines out: and garrulous, recounts Sudden the dark oppressive steam ascends ; | The feats of youth. Thus they rejoice; nor Aud, us'd to inilder scents, the tender race,



That, with to-morrow's sun, their annual toil | Mad into tumult the seditious berd,
Bezmus again the nerer-ceasing round.

Or ne them down to slavery. Let these
Oh knew he but his happiness, of men Inshare the wretched in the toils of law,
The happiest he! who, far from public rage, Foinenting discord, and perplexing right,
Deep in the vale, with a choice few retird, An iron race! and those of fairer froni,
Drinks the pure pleasures of the Rural Life. But equal inhumanity, in courts,
What tho' the dome be wanting, whose proud Delusive pomp, and lark cabals, delighi;

Wreathe ihe deep bow, diffuse ihe lying smile, Each morning vomits out the sncaking crowd And I read the weary labyrinth of state. Of Ratierers false, and in their turn abus'd? While he, from all the stormy passions free l'ile intercourse! What though the glitter- That restless men involve, hears, and but bears, ing robe,

At distance sale, the human tempest roar, Of every hue reflected light can give,

Wrapt close in conscious peace. The fall of Or floating loose or stiff with mazy gold,

kings, The pride and gaze of fools! oppress hiin not? | The rage of nations, and the crush of states, What iho’ from utmost land and sea purvey'd, Move not the Man, who from the world escap'd, For him each rarer tributary life

In still retrcats, and flowery solitndes, Bleeds not, 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, thro' the revolving year; Flames not with costy juice ; nor sunk in beds, Admiring, sces her in her every shape; Oli of gay care he tosses out the night, | Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart ; Or melts 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 suill ainuse the wauton, still deceive;

geins, A face of pleasure, but a heart of pain ; Marks the first bud, and sucks the healthful "I heir hallow moments uidelighted all ?

gale Sure peace is his : à solid life, estrarg'd Into his freshen'd soul ; ber genial hours 'To disappointment, 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 wave, the bough

Or Heinus cool, reads with the Muse, of these When Summer reddens, and when Autumn Perhaps, has in iinmortal numbers sung; beams;

Or what she dictates writes: and, oft an eye Or in the wintry glebe whatever lies

Shot round, rejoices in the vigorous year. Conceald, and tailens with the richest sap: When Autumn's yellow lustre gilds the world,

These are not wanting ; nor the inilky drove, | And tempts the tickled swain 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 gleats

Deep musing, then he besi 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 teinpest, and the lioary waste,
Or thrown at last amid the fragrant hay; Abrupi, and deep, stretch'd o'er the buried
Nor ought beside of prospect, grove or song,

earth, . Dim grotioes, 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 TA friend, a book, the stealing hours secure, Patient of labor, wiih a little pleas’d;

And mark them down for wisdom. With Healtı ever-blooming ; unambitious toil ;

swift wing, Calın contemplation and poetic ease.

O'er land and sea imagination roams; Let others brare the food in quest of gain, Or truih, divincly breaking on his mind, And beat for joyless months the gloomy wave. Elates his being, and unfolds his powers; Let such as decm it glory to destroy,

Or in his breast heroic virtue burns, Rusli into blood, the sack of cities seek; The touch of kindred too and love he feels; Unpierc'd, 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 einbrace cry.

Of pralling children, iwin'd around his neck, Let some, far distant from their nalive soil, And emulous to please him, calling forth Urg’i an by want, or barden'd avarice, The foud paternal soul. Nor purpose gay, Find other lands bencath another sun.

Amusement, dance, or song, he sternly scorns 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 extinci; and that ferment This is the life which those who fret is guilt,

And And guilty cities, never knew; the life, Heard the winds roar, and the big torrent vi Led by prineval ages, uncorrupt,

burst; ; When angels dwelt, and God himself, with Or seen the deep fermenting tempest brew'd Man!

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 chanibers of the south Snatch me to heaven; thy rolling wonders Look'd out the joyous Spring, look'd out, and there,

smild. World beyond world, in infinite extent, i To thee, the patron of her first essay, Profusely scatter'd o'er the blue immense, The Muse, O Wilmington! renews her song Show me; their motions, periods, and their | Since has she rounded the revolving year: laws,

Skim'd the gay Spring; on eagle pinions borne, Give me to scan ; thro' the disclosing deep Attempted ihro' the Summer-blaze to rise ; Lighư my blind way; the mineral strala ihere, Then swept o'er Autumn with the shadowy - Thrust, blooming, thence the vegetable world; gale;

O'er that the rising system, more complex, And now among the wintry clouds again,
Of animals ; and higher still, the mind, Roll'd in the doubling storm, she tries to soar ;
The varied scene of quick-compounded thought, To swell her note with all the rushing winds;
And where the mixing passions endless shift ; To suit her sounding cadence to the floods ;
These ever open to my ravish'd eye;

As is her theme, her numbers wildly great: A search, the flight of time can ne'er exhaust! Thrice happy! could she fill thy judging ear ; But if to that unequal; if the blood,

With bold description, and with manly In sluggish streams about my heart, forbid

thought. That best ambition ; under closing shades, Nor art ihou skill'd in awful schemes alone, in Inglorious, lay me by the lowly brook, And how to make a mighty people ihrive :

And whisper to niy dreams. From Thee begin, But equal goodness, sound integrity, - Dwell all on Thee, with Thee conclude my A firni unshaken uncorrupted soul song;

| Amid a sliding age, and burning strong, And let me never, never stray from Thee ! Not vainly blazing on for thy country's weal,

A steady spirit, regularly free;
These, each exalting each, the statesman light

Into the patriot; these the public hope
$ 152. Winter. Thomson.

And eye to thee converting, bid the Muse

Record what enry dares not flattery call.

Now when the cheerless empire of the sky The subject proposed. -- Address to the Earl of To Capricorn the Centaur Archer yields,

Wilmington.- First approach of Il'inter. And fierce Aquarius, stains th’inverted year; According to the natural course of the season, Hung o'er the farthest verge of heaven, the various siorms descriled. --- Rain. - Wind. sun -Snow. The driring of the snows: a man Scarce spreads thro'ether the dejected day. perishing among them; whence reflections on Faint are his gleams, and ineffectual shoot the wants and miseries of human life. - The His struggling rays in horizontal lines, wolves descending from the Alps and Aden- Thro' the thick air; as cloth d in cloudy storm, nines. – A win!cr-evening described; as Weak, wan, and broad, he skirts the southern spently philosophers; by the country-people;

sky, in the cily.- Frost. --- A view of Winter And soon-slescending, to the long dark night, within the polar circle. - A thaw. - The W'ide-standing all, the prostrate world resigns. whole concluding with moral reflections on a Nor is the night unwish'd; while vital heat, future state.

Light, life, and joy, the dubious day forsake.

Meantime, in sable cincture, shadows vast, See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year,. Deep-ting' and damp, and congregated clouds, men Sullen and sad, with all his rising train; And all the vapory turbulence to heaven, ! Vapors, and Clouds, and Storms. Be these, Involve the face of things. Thus Winter falls my theme,

A heavy gloom oppressive o'er ihe world, These! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, Thro' Nature 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, the Congenial horrors hail! with frequent foot, And black with more than inelancholy views.

Pleas'd have I, in my cheerful morn of life, The cattle droop ; and o'er the furrow'd land, When nursid by careless solitude I liv'd, (Fresh from the plough, theduu-discolor'd focks,

And sung of Nature with unceasing joy, Untended spreading, crop the wholesome rooi. ondo Picas'd have I wander'd thro' your rough co- Along the woods, along the moorish fens, main ;

Sighis the sad Genius of the coming storm; Trod the pure virgin snows myself as pure ; And up among the loose disjointed cliffs,


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And fractured mountains wild, the brawlingBegin 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 blunted horns. Wrapt in black glooms. First joyless rains Scen thro' the turbid fluctuating 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 whitening woods,

blaze. That grumbling wave below. The unsightly Snatch'd in short eddies, plays the wither'd plain

leaf, Lies a brown deluge; as the low-bent clouds And on the flood the dancing feather floats. Pour food on flood, yet unexhausted still With broaden'd nostrils to the sky up-turnd, Combine, and deep'ning into night shut up The conscious heifer snuffs the stormy gale. The day's fair face. The wanderers of heaven, Even as the matron at her nighily task, Each to his home retire, save those thai love With pensive labor draws the flaxen thread, To take their pastime in the troubled air, The wasted taper and the cracking flame Or skimining flutter 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’niaz 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 owl Hangs o'er the enlivening blaze, and taleful Plies his sad song. The cormorant on high

Wheels froin the deep, and screams along the Recounts his simple frolic: much he talks,

land. And inuch he laughs, nor recks the storms that Loud shricks the soaring heron; and with blows

wild-wing, Without, and rattles on his humble roof. The circling sea-fowl cleave the flaky clouds. Wide o'er the brim, with many a torrent Ocean, unequal press'd, with broken tide swellid,

And blind commotion 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 ware, Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes, And forest rustling mountain, comes a voice, From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild, That solemn sounding bids the world prepare, Tumbling thro' rocks abrupt, and sounding Then issues forth the storm with sudden borsi, far:

| And hurls the whole precipitated air, Then o'er the sanded valley floating spreads Down in a torrent. On the passive main Calmi, sluggish, silent; till again, constrain'd Descends th' æthereal force, and with stroog Between two meeting hills, it bursts away, Where rocks and woods o'erhang the turbid Turns from its bottom the discolor'd deepstream;

Thru'the black night that sits immense arouoc, There gatheriøg triple force, rapid and deep, Lash'd into foam, the fierce conflicting brine It boils, and wheels, and foains, and thunders Seems ver a thousand raging waves to burr : through.

Meantime the mountain-billows to the clouds Nature! great parent! whose unceasing hand In dreadful tumult swellid, surge above surge, Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year, Burst into chaos with uremendous roar, How mighty, how majestic, are thy works! And anchor'd ravies fron 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 ! Straining they scale, and nois impetuous sloot Ye loo, ye winds! that now begin to blow, Into the secret chambers of the deep, With boisterous sweep, I raise my voice to you: The wintry Bullic thundering o'er iheir 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 storin? And dart on distant coasts ; it soine sharp rock, In what far distant region of the sky, .. Or shoal insidious break not their career, lush'd in deep silence, sleep ye when 'tis calm? And in loose fragments fling them floating

When from the pallid sky, the sun descends, I round. With many a spot ihat o'er his glaring orb Nor less at land the loosen'd lempest reigos: Uncertain gendurs, stuiu:d: red fiery streaks The mountain thunders; and its sturdy sons


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Stoop to the bottom of the rocks they shade. With a continual flow. The cherish'd fields
Lone on the midnight steep, and all aghast, Put on their winter robe of purest white.
The dark way-faring stranger breathless toils, 'Tis brightness all; save where the new snow
And often falling, climbs against the blast.

melts Low waves the rooted forest, vex'd, and sheds Along the inazy current. Low the woods What of its tarnish'd honors yet remain ; Bow their hoär head : and, ere the languid Dash'd down, and scatter'd, by thc tearing winds

|Faint froin the west emits his evening ray, Assiduous fury, its gigantic limbs.

Earth's universal face, deep bid, and chill, This 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 cover'd o'er with snow, and then deKeen fastening, shakes them to the solid base.

mands i Sleep frighted flies, and round the rocking The fruit of all his toil. The fowls of heaven, dome,

Tain'd by the cruel season, crowd around For entrance eager, howls the savage blast. The winnowing store, and claim the liule boon

Then too, they say, thro' all the burden'd air, Which Providence assigns them. One alone, - Long groans are heard, shrill sounds, and distant The red-breast, sacred to the housholil 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 woe and death. His shivering mates, and pays, to trusted Man Huge uproar lords it wide. The clouds com- His annual visit. Half afraid, he tiret 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 Nature's King, who I floor,

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 Walks dreadfully serene, commands a calm; Till more familiar grown, the table crumbs Then straight air, sea, and earth, are hush'd at Attract his slender feet. The foodless wilds once.

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 serious Night,

dogs, And Contemplation her sedate compeer! And more unpitying Men, the garden seeks, Let me shake off th'intrusive cares of day, Urg'd on by fearless want. The bleating 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 remorse.

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 hroken slumbers rises still resolvid, With food at will, lodge them below the storm, With new-flush'd hopes, to run the giddy And watch them stricdy: for from the bellowround.

ing east, 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 my 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 revolviug fields, the swain A vapory deluge lies, to snow congeald Disaster'd stands : sees other hills ascend, leavy 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 : Chro' the hush'd air the whitening shower de- Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid scends,

Beneath the formless wild, but wanders on It first thin-wav'ring ; till at last the flakes From hill 10 dale, still more and more astray; Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming the day, Inpatient flouncing thro' the drifted hcaps,



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