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Outrageous tumult means, their loud complaints Unnumber'd fruits, of keen delicious taste
The country fill, and, toss'd from rock to rock And vital spirit, drink amid the cliffs,
Incessant bleatings run around the bills.

And burning sands that bank the shrubby vales,
At last, of snowy white, the gather'd flocks Redoubled day, yet in their rugged coats
Are in the wattled pen innum'rous press’d,

A friendly juice to cool its rage contain. Head above head; and rang'd in lusty rows

Bear me, Pomona ! to thy citron groves, The shepherds sit, and whet the sounding shears.

To where the lemon and the piercing lime, The housewife waits to roll her fleecy stores,

With the deep orange glowing through the green, With all her gay-dress’d maids attending round. Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclin'd One, chief, in gracious dignity enthrond,

Beneath the spreading tamarind, that shakes, Shines o'er the rest the past'ral queen, and rays Fann'd by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit. Her smiles, sweet beaming, on her shepherd-king; Deep in the night the massy locust sheds, While the glad circle round them yield their souls Quench my hot limbs, or lead me thro' the maze, To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall. Embow'ring endless, of the Indian fig; Meantime their joyous task goes on apace;

Or thrown at gayer ease on some fair brow, Some mingling stir the melted tar, and some Let me behold, by breezy murmurs cool'd, Deep on the new-shorn vagrant's heaving side

Broad o'er my head the verdant cedar wave, To stamp his master's cipher ready stand;

And high palmetos lift their graceful shade ; Others th' unwilling wether drag along;

Or stretch'd amid these orchards of the sun, And, glorying in his might, the sturdy boy

Give me to drain the cocoa's milky bowl, Holds by the twisted horns th' indignant ram. And from the palm to draw its fresh’ning wine; Behold where bound, and of its robe bereft

More bounteous far than all the frantic juice By needy man, that all-depending lord,

Which Bacchus pours. Nor on its slender twigs, How meek, how patient, the mild creature lies! Low-bending, be the full pomegranate scorn'd; What softness in its melancholy face,

Nor, creeping through the woods, the gelid race What dumb-complaining innocence appears!

Of berries. Oft in humble station dwells
Fear not, ye gentle tribes ! 'tis not the knife Unboastful worth, above fastidious pomp.
Of horrid slaughter that is o'er you wav’d;

Witness, thou best anâna! thou, the pride
No, 'tis the tender swain's well-guided shears, Of vegetable life, beyond whate'er
Who having now, to pay his annual care,

The poets imag'd in the golden age :
Borrow'd your fleece, to you a cumbrous load, Quick let me strip thee of thy tufty coat,
Will send you bounding to your hills again. Spread thy ambrosial stores, and feast with Jove!

From these the prospect varies. Plains immense DESCRIPTION OF THE TROPICS.

Lie stretch'd below, interminable meads, Now while I taste the sweetness of the shade,

And vast savannahs, where the wand'ring eye, Where nature lies around deep lull'd in noon,

Unfix'd, is in a verdant ocean lost. Now come, bold fancy! spread a daring flight, Another Flora there, of bolder hues, And view the wonders of the torrid zone;

And richer sweets, beyond our gardens' pride, Climes unrelenting! with whose rage compar'd, Plays o'er the fields, and show'rs with sudden hand Yon blaze is feeble, and yon skies are cool.

Exuberant spring: for oft these vallies shift See how at once the bright effulgent sun,

Their green

embroider'd robe to fiery brown, Rising direct, swift chases from the sky

And swift to green again, as scorching suns, The short liv'd twilight, and with ardent blaze Or streaming dews and torrent rains, prevail. Looks gaily fierce through all the dazzling air: Along these lonely regions, where retir'd He mounts his throne; but kind before him sends, From little scenes of art great nature dwells Issuing from out the portals of the morn,

In awful solitude, and nought is seen The gen'ral breeze, to mitigate his fire,

But the wild herds that own no master's stall, And breathe refreshment on a fainting world. Prodigious rivers roll their fatt’ning seas, Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crown'd On whose luxuriant herbage, half conceal’d, And barb'rous wealth, that see each circling year Like a fallin cedar, far diffus'd his train, Returoing suns and double seasons pass ;

Cas'd in green scales the crocodile extends. Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, The flood disparts; behold! in plaited mail That on the high equator ridgy rise ;

Behemoth rears his head. Glanc'd from his side Majestic woods, of ev'ry vig'rous green,

The darted steel in idle shivers flies; Stage above stage, high waving o'er the hills; He fearless walks the plain, or seeks the hills, Or to the far horizon wide diffus'd,

Where as he crops his varied fare, the herds, A boundless, deep, immensity of shade.

In wid’ning circle round, forget their food, Here lofty trees, to ancient song unknown,

And at the harmless stranger wond'ring gaze. The noble sons of potent heat, and floods

Peaceful beneath primeval trees, that cast Prope-rushing from the clouds, rear high to Heav'n Their ample shade o'er Niger's yellow stream, Their thorny stems, and broad around them throw And where the Ganges rolls his sacred wave, Meridian gloom: here, in eternal prime,

Or mid the central depth of black’ning woods,

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High rais'd in solemn theatre around,

Leans the huge elephant, wisest of brutes !

The coming rage. Th’awaken'd village starts, O truly wise! with gentle might endow'd,

And to her fluttering breast the mother strains Though powerful not destructive! here he sees

Her thoughtless infant. From the pirate's den,

Or stern Morocco's tyrant fang escap'd,
Revolving ages sweep the changeful earth,
And empires rise and fall; regardless he

The wretch half wishes for his bonds again ;
Of what the never-resting race of men

While, uproar all, the wilderness resounds

From Atlas eastward to the frighted Nile.
Project: thrice happy! could he ’scape their guile,
Who mine, from cruel avarice, his steps,

Unhappy he! who from the first of joys,

Society, cut off, is left alone
Or with his tow'ry grandeur swell their state, Amid this world of death. Day after day
The pride of kings! or else his strength pervert,

Lautan And bid him rage amid the mortal fray,

Sad on the jutting eminence he sits,

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And views the main that ever toils below, Astonish'd at the madness of mankind.

Still fondly forming in the farthest verge,
Wide o'er the winding umbrage of the floods, Where the round ether mixes with the wave,
Like vivid blossoms glowing from afar,

Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds:
Thick swarm the brighter birds ! for nature's hand, At evening to the setting sun he turns
That with a sportive vanity has deck'd

A mournful eye, and down his dying heart
The plumy nations, there her gayest hues

Sinks helpless, while the wonted roar is up,
Profusely pours. But if she bids them shine,

And hiss continual through the tedious night.
Array’l in all the beauteous beams of day,
Yet, frugal still, she humbles them in song.

Nor stop the terror of these regions here.
Nor envy we the gaudy robes they lent

Commission'd demons oft, angels of wrath, Proud Montezuma's realm, whose legions cast

Let loose the raging elements. Breath'd hot A boundless radiance waving on the sun,

From all the boundless furnace of the sky, While Philomel is ours; while in our shades,

And the wide-glittering waste of burning sand, Through the soft silence of the list’ning night, A suffocating wind the pilgrim smites

ac The sober-suited songstress trills her lay.

With instant death. Patient of thirst and toil,

Son of the desert! ev'n the camel feels Lo! the green serpent, from his dark abode,

Shot through his wither'd heart the fiery blast. Which ev'n imagination fears to tread,

Or from the black-red ether, bursting broad, At noon forth issuing, gathers up his train

Sallies the sudden whirlwind. Straight the sands, In orbs immense : then darting out anew,

Commov'd around, in gath'ring eddies play; Seeks the refreshing fount, by wbich diffus'd

Nearer and nearer still they dark’ning come, He throws his folds: and while with threat’ning

Till with the gen’ral all-involving storm And deathful jaws erect the monster curls (tongue

Swept up, the whole continuous wilds arise; His flaming crest, all other thirst appallid

And by their noonday fount dejected thrown, Or shiv'ring lies, or check’d, at distance stands,

Or sunk at night in sad disastrous sleep, Nor dares approach. But still more direful he,

Beneath descending hills the caravan

I: ;The small close-lurking minister of fate,

Is buried deep. In Cairo's crowded streets Whose high-concocted venom through the veins

Tl' impatient merchant, wond'ring, waits in vain;
A rapid lightning darts, arresting swift

And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
The vital current.
Form'd to humble man,

But chief at sea, whose ev'ry flexile wave
This child of vengeful nature! there sublim'd

Obeys the blast, the aerial tumult swells. To fearless lust of blood, the savage race

In the dread ocean, undulating wide Roam, licens'd by the shading hour of guilt

Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe, And foul misdeed, when the pure day has shut

The circling Typhon, whirl'd from point to point, His sacred eye. The tyger, darting fierce,

Exhausting all the rage of all the sky, Impetuous on the prey his glance has doom'd;

And dire Ecnephia reign. Amid the heav’ns, The lively-shining leopard speckled o'er

Falsely serene, deep in a cloudy speck With many a spot, the beauty of the waste;

Compress'd, the mighty tempest brooding dwells, And, scorning all the taming arts of man,

Of no regard save to the skilful eye: The keen hyena, fellest of the fell.

Fiery and foul, the small prognostic hangs These rushing from th' inhospitable woods

Aloft, or on the promontory's brow Of Mauritania, or the tufted isles

Musters its force: a faint deceitful calm, That verdant rise amid the Lybian wild,

A flutt'ring gale, the demon sends before, Innum'rous glare around their shaggy king,

To tempt the spreading sail: then down at once, Majestic, stalking o'er the printed sand;

Precipitant, descends a mingled mass

T And with imperious and repeated roars

of roaring winds, and flame, and rushing floods. Demand their fated food. The fearful flocks

In wild amazement fix'd the sailor stands. Crowd near the guardian swain; the nobler herds,

Art is too slow; by rapid fate oppress'd, Where round their lordly bull in rural ease

His broad-wing’d vessel drinks the whelming tide,

Hid in the bosom of the black abyss. They ruminating lie, with horror hear

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In bashful coyness or in maiden pride,
With such mad seas the daring Gama fought

The soft return conceal'd, save when it stole
For many a day and many a dreadful night,
Incessant lab'ring round the stormy Cape,

In side-long glances from her downcast eye,

Or from her swelling soul in stifled sighs.
By bold ambition led, and bolder thirst
Of gold: for then from ancient gloom emerg'd Touch'd by the scene, no stranger to his vows,
The rising world of trade: the genius then

He fram'd a melting lay to try her heart,
Of navigation, that in hopeless sloth

And if an infant passion struggled there, Had slumber'd on the vast Atlantic deep

To call that passion forth. Thrice happy swain ! For idle ages, starting, heard at last

A lucky chance, that oft' decides the fate The Lusitanian Prince, who, heav'n-inspir'd, Of mighty monarchs, then decided thine: To love of useful glory rous'd mankind,

For, lo! conducted by the laughing loves,
And in unbounded commerce mix'd the world. This cool retreat his Musidora sought:

Increasing still the terrors of these storms, Warm in her cheek the sultry season glow'd,
His jaws horrific arm’d with threefold fate,

And rob’d in loose array, she came to bathe
Here dwells the direful shark. Lur'd by the scent Her servent limbs in the refreshing stream.
Of steaming crowds, of rank disease, and death, What shall he do? In sweet confusion lost,
Behold! he rushing cuts the briny flood,

And dubious flutt'rings, he awhile remain’d: Swift as the gale can bear the ship along,

A pure ingenuous elegance of soul, And from the partners of that cruel trade

A delicate refinement, known to few,'
Which spoils unhappy Guinea of her sons,

Perplex'd his breast, and urg'd him to retire ;
Demands his share of prey; demands themselves. But love forbade. Ye prudes in virtue! say,
The stormy fates descend: one death involves Say, ye severest! what would you have done ?
Tyrants and slaves; when straight their mangled Mean-time this fairer nymph than ever bless'd
Crashing at once, he dyes the purple seas [limbs Arcadian stream, with timid eye around
With gore, and riots in the vengeful meal.

The banks surveying, stripp'd her beauteous limbs,
When o'er this world, by equinoctial rains To taste the lucid coolness of the flood.
Flooded immense, looks out the joyless sun,

Ah then! not Paris on the piny top
And draws the copious steam from swampy fens, Of Ida panted stronger, when aside
Where putrefaction into life ferments,

The rival goddesses the veil divine
And breathes destructive myriads; or from woods, Cast unconfin'd, and gave him all their charms,
Impenetrable shades, recesses foul,

Than, Damon, thou, as from her snowy leg
In vapours rank and blue corruption wrapp'd, And slender foot th’inverted silk she drew:
Whose gloomy horrors yet no desperate foot

As the soft touch dissolv'd the virgin zone,
Has ever dar'd to pierce; then, wasteful, forth And through the parting robe the alternate breast,
Walks the dire pow's of pestilent disease.

With youth wild-throbbing, on thy lawless gaze
A thousand hideous fiends her course attend,

In full luxuriance rose. But, desp'rate youth!
Sick nature blasting, and to heartless woe

How durst thou risk the soul-distracting view,
And feeble desolation casting down

As from her naked limbs, of glowing white,
The tow'ring hopes and all the pride of man; Harmonious swell’d by nature's finest hand,
Such as of late at Carthagena quench'd

In folds loose-floating fell the fainter lawn,
The British fire. You, gallant Vernon! saw And fair-expos'd she stood, shrunk from herself,
The miserable scene; you, pitying, saw

With fancy blushing, at the doubtful breeze
To infant-weakness sunk the warrior's arm; Alarm’d, and starting like the fearful fawn?
Savf the deep-racking pang, the ghastly form,

Then to the flood she rush'd; the parted flood
The lip pale-quiv’ring, and the beamless eye Its lovely guest with closing waves receivid,
No more with ardour bright: you heard the groans

And ev'ry beauty soft’ning, ev'ry grace
Of agonizing ships from shore to shore;

Flushing anew, a mellow lustre shed:
Heard nightly plung’d amid the sullen waves

As shines the lily through the crystal mild,
The frequent corse, while on each other fix'd, Or as the rose amid the morning dew,
In sad presage, the blank assistants seem'd,

Fresh from Aurora's hand, more sweetly glows.
Silent to ask whom fate would next demand.

While thus she wanton'd, now beneath the wave
But ill conceal'd, and now with streaming locks,

That half-embraced her in a humid veil,
Close in the covert of an hazel copse,

Kising again, the latent Damon drew
Where winded into pleasing solitudes

Such madd’ning draughts of beauty to the soul,
Runs out the rambling dale, young Damon sat,

As for awhile o'erwhelm'd his raptur'd thought
Pensive, and pierc'd with love's delightful pangs: With luxury too daring. Check'd at last
There to the stream that down the distant rocks

By love's respectful modesty, he deem'd
Hoarse murm'ring fell, and plaintive breeze that

The theft profane, if aught profane to love

(play'a Among the bending willows, falsely he

Can e'er be deem’d; and struggling from the shade, Of Musidora's cruelty complain’d.

With headlong burry fled; but first these lines,

Trac'd by his ready pencil on the bank,
She felt his flame; but deep within her breast,

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With trembling hand he threw. “Bathe on, my fair! Gives all his swift aerial soul to flight.
Yet unbeheld save by the sacred eye

Against the breeze he darts, that way the more Of faithful love. I go to guard thy haunt,

To leave the less’ning murd'rous cry behind: To keep from thy recess each vagrant fool,

Deception short! though fleeter than the winds And each licentious eye.” With wild surprise, Blown o'er the keen-air’d mountains by the north. As if to marble struck, devoid of sense,

He bursts the thickets, glances through the glades, A stupid moment motionless she stood:

And plunges deep into the wildest wood;
So stands the statue that enchants the world; If slow, yet sure, adhesive to the track
So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, Hot-steaming, up behind him come again
The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.

Th’inhuman rout, and from the shady depth
Recovering, swift she flew to find those robes Expel him, circling through his ev'ry shift.
Which blissful Eden knew not; and, array'd He sweeps the forest oft, and sobbing sees
In careless haste, th' alarming paper spatch'd : The glades mild op’ning to the golden day:
But when her Damon's well known hand she saw, Where in kind contest with his butting friends
Her terrors vanish'd, and a softer train

He wont to struggle, or his loves enjoy. Of mix'd emotions, hard to be describ'd,

Oft in the full-descending flood he tries Her sudden bosom seiz'd : shame void of guilt, To lose the scent, and lave his burning sides; The charming blush of innocence, esteem

Oft seeks the herd: the watch ful herd alarm'd, And admiration of her lover's flame,

With selfish care avoid a brother's woe. By modesty exalted; even a sense

What shall he do ? His once-so-vivid nerves, Of self-approving beauty stole across

So full of buoyant spirit, now no more Her busy thought. At length a tender calm Inspire the course, but fainting breathless toil, Hush'd by degrees the tumult of her soul,

Sick, seizes on his heart: he stands at bay, And on the spreading beech, that o'er the stream And puts his last weak refuge in despair. Incumbent hung, she with the sylvan pen

The big round tears run down his dappled face; Of rural lovers this confession carv'd,

He groans in anguish, while the growling pack, Which soon her Damon kiss'd with weeping joy: Blood-happy, hang at his fair jutting chest, “Dear youth! sole judge of what these verses mean, And mark his beauteous chequer'd sides with gore. By fortune too much favour'd, but by love, Alas! not favour'd less, be still, as now,

DESCRIPTION OF A DRINKING SCENE. Discreet: the time may come you need not fly.”. But first the fuel'd chimney blazes wide;

The tankards foam; and the strong table groans

Beneath the smoking sirloin, stretch'd immense Poor is the triumph o'er the timid hare !

From side to side, in which with despirate knife Scar'd from the corn, and now to some lone seat They deep incision make, and talk the while Retir'd: the rushy fen; the ragged furze

Of England's glory, ne'er to be defac'd
Stretch'd o'er the stony heath; the stubble chapp'd; While hence they borrow vigour; or amain
The thistly lawn; the thick entangl'd broom; Into the pasty plung'd, at intervals,
Of the same friendly hue the wither'd fern; If stomach keen can intervals allow,
The fallow ground laid open to the sun

Relating all the glories of the chase.
Concoctive; and the nodding sandy bank,

Then sated hunger bids his brother thirst Hung o'er the mazes of the mountain brook. Produce the mighty bowl; the mighty bowl, Vain is her best precaution, though she sits

Swell’d high with fiery juice, steams lib’ral round Conceal'd with folded ears; unsleeping eyes, A potent gale, delicious as the breath By nature rais'd to take th' horizon in ;

Of Maia to the love-sick shepherdess, And head couch'd close betwixt her hairy feet, On violets diffus'd, while soft she hears In act to spring away. The scented dew

Her panting shepherd stealing to her arms. Betrays her early labyrinth ; and deep,

Nor wanting is the brown October, drawn In scatter'd sullen op'nings, far behind,

Mature and perfect from his dark retreat
With ev'ry breeze she hears the coming storm: Of thirty years: and now his honest front
But nearer, and more frequent, as it loads

Flames in the light refulgent, not afraid
The sighing gale, she springs amaz’d, and all Ev'n with the vineyard's best produce to vie.
The savage soul of game is up at once :

To cheat the thirsty moments, whist awhile
The pack full op'ning, various; the shrill horn Walks his dull round beneath a cloud of smoke,
Resounded from the hills; the neighing steed, Wreath'd fragrant from the pipe; or the quick dice,
Wild for the chase; and the loud hunter's shout; In thunder leaping from the box, awake
O'er a weak, harmless, flying creature, all

The sounding gammon ; while romp-loving miss Mix'd in mad tumult and discordant joy!

Is haul'd about in gallantry robust. The stag, too, singled from the herd, where long At last these puling idlenesses laid He rang’d the branching monarch of the shades, Aside, frequent and full the dry divan Before the tempest drives. At first in speed

Close in firm circle, and set ardent in He sprightly puts his faith; and rous’d by fear, For serious drinking. Nor evasion sly,


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Unbounded o'er the world, and, mingling thick,
Nor sober shift is to the puking wretch

A formless gray confusion covers all.
Indulg'd apart; but earnest brimming bowls
Lave ev'ry soul, the table floating round,

And pavement, faithless to the fuddled foot.

Oh! knew he but his happiness, of men
Thus as they swim in mutual swill, the talk,
Vociferous at once from twenty tongues,

The happiest he, who, far from public rage,

Deep in the vale with a choice few retir'd,
Reels fast from theme to theme; from horses, hounds,
To church or mistress, politics or ghost,

Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. [gate
In endless mazes intricate perplex'd.

What though the dome be wanting, whose proud Meantime with sudden interruption loud

Each morning vomits out the sneaking crowd

Of flatt'rers false, and in their turn abus'd ?
Th' impatient catch bursts from the joyous heart;
That moment touch'd is ev'ry kindred soul,

Vile intercourse! What though the glitt'ring robe,
And, op'ning in a full-mouth'd cry of joy,

Of ev'ry hue reflected light can give, The laugh, the slap, the jocund curse, go round;

Or floating loose, or stiff with massy gold; While from their slumbers shook, the kennell'd The pride and gaze of fools ! oppress him not? hounds

What though from utmost land and sea purvey'd, Mix in the music of the day again.

For him each rarer tributary life
As when the tempest, that has vex'd the deep

Bleeds not, and his insatiate table heaps
The dark night long, with fainter murmurs falls, With luxury and death? What though his bowl
So, gradual, sinks their mirth. Their feeble tongues, Flames not with costly juice, nor sunk in beds,
Unable to take up the cumberous word,

Oft of gay care, he tosses out the night,
Lie quite dissolv'd. Before their maudlin eyes, Or melts the thoughtless hours in idle state?
Seen dim and blue the double tapers dance, What though he knows not those fantastic joys
Like the sun wading through the misty sky;

That still amuse the wanton, still deceive,
Then sliding soft they drop. Confus'd above A face of pleasure, but a heart of pain,
Glasses and bottles, pipes and gazetteers,

Their hollow moments undelighted all? As if the table evin itself was drunk,

Sure peace is his; a solid life, estrang'd Lie a wet broken scene; and wide below

To disappointment and fallacious hope : Is heap'd the social slaughter; where astride Rich in content, in nature's bounty rich, The lubber pow'r in filthy triumph sits

In herbs and fruits, whatever greens the spring, Slumb'rous, inclining still from side to side,

When heav'n descends in show'rs, or bends the And steeps them drench'd in potent sleep till morn.

bough, Perhaps some doctor of tremendous paunch,

When summer reddens, and when autumn beams, Awful and deep, a black abyss of drink!

Or in the wintry glebe whatever lies Outlives them all, and from his bury'd flock

Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest sap, Retiring full of rumination sad,

These are not wanting ; nor the milky drove,
Laments the weakness of these latter times.

Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale ;
Nor bleating mountains ; nor the chide of streams,

And hum of bees, inviting sleep sincere
Now, by the cool declining year condens'd, Into the guiltless breast beneath the shade,
Descend the copious exhalations check'd

Or thrown at large amid the fragrant hay;
As up the middle sky unseen they stole,

Nor aught besides of prospect, grove, or song, And roll the doubling fogs around the hill.

Dim grottoes, gleaming lakes, and fountains clear. No more the mountain, horrid, vast, sublime,

Here, too, dwells simple truth, plain innocence, Who pours a sweep of rivers from his sides,

Unsully'd beauty, sound unbroken youth, And high between contending kingdoms rears

Patient of labour, with a little pleas'd, The rocky long division, fills the view

Health ever-blooming, unambitious toil, With great variety; but in a night

Calm contemplation, and poetic ease. Of gath’ring vapour from the baffled sense

The Sinks dark and dreary; thence expanding far,


of nations, and the crush of states, The huge dusk gradual swallows up the plain :

Move not the man who, from the world escap'd, Vanish the woods; the dim-seen river seems

In still retreats and flow'ry solitudes Sullen and slow to roll the misty wave.

To nature's voice attends, from month to month, Ev'n in the height of noon oppress’d the sun

And day to day, through the revolving year; Sheds weak and blunt his wide-refracted ray,

Admiring sees her in her ev'ry shape,

Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart,
Whence glaring oft with many a broaden'd orb
He frights the nations. Indistinct on earth,

Takes what she lib'ral gives, nor thinks of more.

He when young spring protrudes the bursting gems,
Seen through the turbid air, beyond the life
Objects appear, and wilder'd o'er the waste

Marks the first bud, and sucks the healthful gale

Into his freshen’d soul; her genial hours
The shepherd stalks gigantic: till at last

He full enjoys, and not a beauty blows,
Wreath'd dun around in deeper circles still
Successive closing, sits the gen’ral fog

And not an op'ning blossom breathes in vain.


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