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By thee sublim'd, down to the daily race, From mortal eye, or angel's purer ken ;
Whose single smile has, from the first of time,
Fill'd o'erflowing, all those lamps of Heaven, Parent of Seasons ! who the pomp precede
That beam for ever through the boundless sky: That waits thy throne, as through thy vast do. But, should he hide his face, th' astonish'd Sun, main,
And all the extinguish'd stars, would loosening reel Annual, along the bright ecliptic road,
Wiile from their spheres, and Chaos come again.
And yet was every faultering tongue of man,
Evin in the depth of solitary woods
And to peruse its all-instructing page,
Or, haply catching inspiration thence,
On fancy's eagle-wing excursive soar.
Melts into limpid air the high-rais'd clouds,
In party-colour'd bands; till wide unveild But to the bowel'd cavern darting deep,
The face of Nature shines, from where Farth seems,
Half in a blush of clustering ruses lost,
Th' unfruitful rock itselt, impregn’d by thee, With rapid sway, his burning induence darts
On man, and beast, and herb, and tepid stream. The lively diamond drinks tly purest rays,
Who can unpitying see the flowery race, Collected light, compact; that, polish'd bright, Shed by the morn, their new-flush'd bloom resign, And all its native lustre let abroad,
Before the parching beam ? So fade the fair,
But one, the lofty follower of the Sun,
Home, from his morning task, the swain
His flock before hitn stepping to the fold :
While the full-udder'd mother lows around
Sheltering, embrace, direct their lazy flight;
Where on the mingling boughs they sit embower'd,
All the hot noon, till cooler hours arise.
And, in a corner of the buzzing shade, la brighter mazes the relucent stream
The house-dog, with the vacant greyhound, lies,
O'er hill and dale; till, waken'd by the wasp,
To let the little noisy summer-race Seen from some pointed promontory's top,
Live in her lay, and Autter through her song:
Not mean, though simple; to the Sun ally'd,
Come wing'd abroad; by the light air opborn,
Lighter, and full of soul. From every chink, Of light, and life, and grace, and joy below! And secret corner, where they slept away
How shall I then attempt to sing of Him ! The wintery storms; or rising from their tombe, Who, Light himself, in uncreated light
To higher life ; by myriads, forth at once, Luvested deep, dwells awefully retir'd
Swarming they pour; of all the vary'd hues
Their beauty-beaming parent can disclose.
Let no presuming impious railer tar
Shall little haughty Ignorance pronounce
A critic fly, whose feeble ray scarce spreads
The mighty chain of beings, lessi ning.down
But chief to heedless flics the window proves From which astonish'd thought, recoiling, turns?
Whose wisdom shines as lovely on our manis, Of carcases, in eager watch he sits, .
As on our sailing eyes his servant Sun. O'erlooking all his waring suares around.
Thick in yon stream of light, a thousand says, Near tbe dire cell the dreadless wanderer oft l'pward, and dos nward, thwarting, and cooled, Passes, as oft the ruflian shows bis frout;
The quivering nations sport ; till, tempest-wing'd, The prey at la-i ensnard, he dreadful darts, Fierce Winter sweeps them from the face of day. With rapid glide, along the leading line ;
Ev'n so luxurious mea, unheering, pass And, fixing in the wretch his cruel, fangs,
An idle summer life in fortune's shine, Strikes backward grimly pleas'd: the fluttering wing A season's glitter! Thus they futter on And shriller sound declare extreme distress, From toy to toy, from vanity to rice; And ask the helping hospitable hand.
Till, blown away by Death, Oblivion comes Resounds the living surface of the ground: Behind, and strikes them from the book of lite. Nor undelightful is the ceaseless hum,
Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead: To him who muses through the woods at noon: The rustic youth, brown with meridian toil, Or drowsy shepherd, as he lies reelin'd,
Healthful and strong: full as the summer ruse With half-shut cyes, beneath the floating shade Blown by prevailing suns, the ruddy maid, Of willows grey, close-crowding o'er the brook. Half naked, swelling on the sight, and all
Gradual, froin these what numerous kinds Her kindled graces, burning o'er her cheek. Erading ev’n the microscopic eye! (descend, Ev'n stooping age is here: and afant-hands Full Nature swarms with life ; one wondrous mass Trail the long rake, or, with the fragrant load Of animals, or atoms organiz'd,
O'ercharg'd, amid the kind oppression roll. Waiting the vital Breath, when Parent-Heaven Wide flies the tedded grajn; all in a row Shall bid his spirit blow. The hoary fen,
Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field, In putrid steams, emits the living cloud
They spread their brcathing harvest to the Sun. Of pestilence. Through subterranean cells, That throws refreshful ronnd a rural snell: Where searching sun-beams scarce can find a way, Or, as they rake the green-appearing grbund, Earth animated heaves. The flowery leaf
And drive the dusky wave aloug tbe mead, Wants-not its solt inhabitants. Secure,
The russet hay-cock rises thick behind, Within its winding oitadel, the stune
In order gay. While, heard from dale to dale, Holds multitudes. But chief the forest-boughs, Waking the breeze, resounds the blended voice That dance unnumber'd to the playful breeze, Of happy labour, love, and social glee. The downy orchard, and the melting pulp
Or rushing thence, in one diffusive band, Of mellow fruit, the nameless nations feed They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dog Of evanescent insects. Where the pool
Compelld, to where the mazy-running brook Stands mantled o'er with green, invisible, Forms a deep pool; this bank abrupt and high, Amid the floating verdure millions stray.
And that fair spreading in a pebbled shore. Each liquid too, whether it pierces, sooths, l'rg'd to the giddy brink, much is the toil, Inflames, refreshes, or exalts the taste,
The clamour much, of men, and boys, and dogs, With various forms abounds. Nor is the stream Ere the soft fearful people to the flood Of purest crystal, nor the lucid air,
Commit their woolly sides. And oft the swaiu, Though one transparent vacancy it seems, On some impatient seizing, hurls them in; Void of their unseen people. These, concealid Embolden'd then, nor hesitating more, By the kind art of forming Heaven, escape Fast, fast, they plunge amid the flashing wafe, The grosser eye of man: for, if the worlds And panting labour to the farthest shore. In worlds enclos'd should on his senses burst, Repeated this, till deep the well-wash'd fleece From cates ambrosial, and the nectar'd bowl, Has drunk the flood, and from his lively haunt He would abhorrent turn; and in dead night, The trout is banish'd by the sordid stream ; When silence sleeps d'es all, be stupa'd with noise. | Heavy, and dripping, to the breezy brow
Slow move the harmless race; where, as they Night is far off, and hotter hours approach. spread
Thrice happy he! who, on the sunkess side Their swelling treasures to the sunny ray,
Of a romantic mountain, forest-crown'd, Inly disturb’d, and wondering what this wild Beneath the whole collected shade reclines : Dutrageous tumult means, their loud complaints Or in the gelid caverns, wooulbine-wronght, The country fill; and, toss'd from rock to rock, And fresh bedlew'd with ever-spouting streams, Incessant bleatings run around the hills.
Sits coolly calm; while all the world without, At last, of snowy white, the gather'd flocks Unsatisfied and sick, toskes in noon: Are in the wattled pen innumerous press'th,
Emblem instructive of the virtuous man, Jiead above head: apd, rang'd in lasty rows, Who keeps his temper'd mind serene and pure, The shepherds sit, and whet the sounding shears. And every passion aptly harmoniz'd, The housewife waits to roll her fleecy stores, Annid a jarring world with vice inflam'd. Witli all her gay drest maids attending round. Welcome, ye shades ! ye bowery thickets, hail! One, chief in gracions dignity enthronid,
Ye lofty pines! ye venerable oaks ! Shines o'er the rest, the pastoral queen, and mys Ye ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep ! Her smiles, suect-treaminy, on her shepherd-kiny; Delicious is your shelter to the soul, While the glad circle round ihrin yield their souls | As to the hunted hart the sallying spring, To festive unirth, and wit that knows no gall. Or stream full-fouing, that bis swelling des Meantime, their joyous task goes on apare:
Laves, as he poats along the herbrg'il brink. Some mingling stir the melted tar, and sonie', Cool, through the perves, your pleasing comfort Deep on the new-shorn vagrant's heaving side,
glides; To stamp his master's cypher ready stand; The heart beats gladl; the fresh-expanderd eye Others th' unwilling wether dras along;
And ear resume their wateh; the sinews knit; And, glorying in his might, the sturdy boy And life shoots swift tirugh all the lighten'd limbs. Ilukis by the twisted horns th' indignant ram. Around th' adjoining brook, that purls along Behold where bound, and of its robe bereft, The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock, By needy man, that all-depending lori,
Now scareely moving throngh a reeds pool, How mcek, how patient, the mild creature lies! Yow starting to a sudden stream, and now What softness in its inelancholy face,
Gently diffus'd into a limpid plain ; What dumb complaining innocence appears! A various vroupe the berds and Gocks compose, Fear not, ye gentle tribes, 'uis not the knife Rural confusion! on the grassy bank Of horrid slaughter that is o'er you wav'd ; Some ruminating lie ; while others stand No; 'tis the tender swain's well-guided shears, Half in the food, and, often bending, sip Who having now, to my his annual care,
The circling surface. In the middle droops Borrow'd your fleece, to you a cumbrous load, The strong laborious ox, of honest front, Will send you bounding to your hills again. Which incompos'd he shakes; and from his sides
A simple scene! yet hence Britannia sees The troublous insects lashes with his tail, Fler solid grandeur rise : hence she cominands Returning still. Amid his subjects safe, Th' exalted stores of every brighter clime,
Slumbers the inonarch-swain ; his careless arm The treasures of the Sun without his rage:
Thrown round his head, on downy moss sustain'd; Hence, fervent all, with culture, toil, and arts, Here laid his scrip, with wholesome viands fill'd; Wide glows her land: her dreadful thunder hence There, listening every noise, bis watchful dog. Rides o'er the waves subliine, and now, ev'n now, Light fly his slumbers, it percbance a light Jinpending hangs o'er Gallia's humbled coast; Of angry gad-flies, fasten on the herd; Hences rules the circling deep, and awes the world. That startling scatters from the shallow brook,
'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the Sun In search of lavish stream. Tossing the foam, Darts on the head direct his foreeful rays.
They scorn the keeper's voice, and scour the plain, O'er Jteaven and Earth, far as the ranging eye
Through all the bright severity of noon ; Can sweep, a dazzling delage reigns; and all While, from their labouring breasts, a hollow moan Prom pole to pole is undistinguish'd blaze. Proceeding runs low-bellowing round the hills. In vain the sight, dejected to the ground,
Oft in this season too the horse, provok'd, Stoops for relief; thence hot-ascending steams While his big sinews full of spirits swell, And keen reflection pain. Deep to the root
Trembling with vigour, in the heat of blood, Of vegetation parch'd, the cleaving fields
Springs the high fence; and, o'er the field effus'd, And slippery lawn an arid hue disclose,
Darts on the gloomy hood, with stedfast eye, Blast Fancy's bloom, and wither ev'n the soul. And heart estrang'i to fear: his nervous chost, Echo no more returns the cheerful sound
Luixuriant, anıt erect! the seat of strength! Of sharpening scythe: the mower sinking heaps Bears down th' opposing stream: quenchless his O'er him the hunid hay, with flowers perfund; He takes the river at redoubled dranglits, (thirat ; And scarce a chirping grass-hopper is heard And with wide nostrils, suorting, skims the wave, Through the dumb mead. Distressful Nature pants. Still let me pierce into the midnight depth The very streams look languid from afar;
Of yonder grove, of wildest largest growils: Or, throngh th' unshelter'd glade, impatient scem That, forming high in air a woulland quire, To hurl into the covert of the grore.
Nods o'er the mount beneath. At every step, All-conquering Heat, oli, intermit thy wrath! Solenn, and slow, the shadows blacker fall, And on my throbbing temples potent thus
And all is aweful listening gloom around. Beam not su fierce! Incessant still you tlow,
These are the haunts of Meditation, these And still another fervent flood succeeds,
The scenes where ancient bards th' inspiring Pour'd on the bead profuse. In vain I sigh,
breath, And restless turn, and look around for night; Ecstatic, felt; and, from this world retird,
Convers’d with angels and immortal forms, In one impetuous torrent, down the steep
It thundering shoots, and shakes the country roand.
Dash'd in a cloud of foam. it sends aloft To prompt the poet, who devoted gives
A hoary mist, and forıas a ceast less shower. His Muse to better thenes; to soothe the pangs Nor can the tortur'd wave here find repose : Of dying worth, and from the patriot's breast But, raging still amid the shaggy rocks, (Backward to mingle in detested war,
Now flashes o'er the scatter'd fragments, But foremost when engag’d) to turn the death; Aslant the hollow channel rapid darts; And numberless such offices of love
And, falling fast from gradual slope to slope, Daily, and nightly, zealous to perform.
With wild infracted course, and lessen'd roar, Shook sudden from the bosom of the sky, It gains a safer bed, and steals, at last, A thousand shapes or glide athwart the dusk, Along the mazes of the quiet vale. Or stalk majestic on. Deep-rous'd, I feel
Invited from the cliff, to whose dark bror A sacred terrour, a severe delight, (methinks, He clings, the steep-ascending eagle soars, Creep through my mortal frame; and thus, With upward pinions through the flood of day; A voice, than humao more, th' abstracted ear And, giving full his hosom to the blaze, Of fancy strikes. " Be not of us afraid,
Gains on the Sun; while all the tuneful race, Poor kindred man! thy fellow-creatures, we Smit by affictive noon, disorder'd droop, From the same Parent-Power our beings drew, Deep in the thicket; or, from bower to bower The same our Lord, and laws, and great pursuit. Responsive, force an interrupted strain. Once some of us, like thee, through stormy life, The stock-dove only through the forest coocs, Toill, tempest-beaten, ere we could attain Mournfully boarse; oft ceasing from his plaint, This holy calm, this harmony of mind,
Short interval of weary woe! again Where purity and peace immingle charms. The sad idea of his murder'd mate, Then fear not us; but with responsive song, Struck from his side by savage fowler's guile, Amid these dim recesses, undisturb’d
Across his fancy comes; and then resounds By noisy folly and discordant vice,
A louder song of sorrow through the grove. Of Nature sing with us, and Nature's God.
Beside the dewy border let me sit, Here frequent, at the visionary hour,
All in the freshness of the humid air; When musing inidnight reigns or silent noon, There in that hollow'd rock, grotesque and wilde Angelic harps are in full concert heard;
An ample chair moss-lin'd, and over head And voices chanting from the wood-crown'd hill, By flowering umbrage shaded : where the bee The deepening dale, or inmost sylvan glade : Strays diligent, and with th' extracted balm A privilege bestow'd by us, alone,
Of fragrant woodbine loads his little thigh. On Contemplation, or the hallow'd ear
Now, while I taste the sweetness of the shade, Of poet, swelling to seraphic strain."
While Nature lies around deep-lull'd in Noon, And art thou, Stanley', of that sacred band? Now come bold Faucy, spread a daring flight, Alas, for us too soon! Though rais d above And view the wonders of the torrid zone : The reach of human pain, above the flight Climes unrelenting! with whose rage compar'd, Of human joy; yet, with a mingled ray
Yon blaze is feeble, and yon skies are cool, Of sadly-pleas'd remembrance, must thou feel See, how at once the bright effulgent Sun, A mother's love, a mother's tender woe:
Rising direct, swift chaces from the sky Who seeks thee still, in many a former scene; The short-liv'd twilight; and with ardent blaze Secks thy fair form, thy lovely beaming eyes, Looks gaily fierce through all the dazzling air: T'hy pleasing converse, by gay lively sense He mounts his throne; but kind before him sends, Inspird: where moral wisdom mildly shone, Issuing from out the portals of the morn, Without the toil of art; and virtue glow'd, The general breeze', to mitigate bis fire, In all her smiles, without forbidding pride. And breathe refreshinent on a fainting world. But, O thou best of parents! wipe thy tears; Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crowed Or rather to Parental Nature pay
And barbarous wealth, that see each circling year, The tears of grateful joy, who for a while Returning suns and double seasons à pass : Lent thee this younger self, this opening bloom Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, Of thy enlighten'd mind and gentle worth. That on the high equator ridgy rise, Believe the Muse: the wintery blast of Death Whence many a bursting stream auriferous plays : Kills not the buds of virtue ; no, they spread, Majestic woods, of every vigorous green, Beneath the heavenly beam of brighter suns, Stage above stage, high waving o'er the hills; Through endless ages, into higher powers. Or to the far horizon wide diffus'd,
Thus up the mount, in aëry vision rapt, A boundless deep immensity of shade. 1 stray, regardless whither; till the sound Of a near fall of water every sense
? Which blows constantly between the tropics Wakes from the charm of thought : swift-shrinking from the east, or the collateral points, the northI check my steps, and view the broken scene. (back, east and south-east: caused by the pressure of the
Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood rarefied air on that before it, according to the Rolls fair, and placid ; where collected all, diurnal motion of the Sun from east to west. * A young lady, who died at the age of eighteen, he passes and repasses in his annual motion, is twice
. In all climates between the tropics, the Sun, ei in the year 1738. See her epitapb in a subsequent
a year vertical, which produces this effect page of this rod
Here lofty, trees, to ancient song unknown, Leans the huge elephant: wisest of brutes !
O truly wise! with gentle might endow'd,
And empires rise and fall; regardless he Unnumber'd fruits of keen delicious taste
Of what the never-resting race of men And vital spirit, drink ainid the cliffs,
Project: thrice happy ! could he 'scape their guile, And burning sands that bank the shrubby vales, Who mine, from cruel avarice, his steps; Redoubled day, yet in their rugged coats
Or with his towery grandeur swell their state, A friendly juice to cool its rage contain.
The pride of kings! or else his strength pervert, Bear me, Pomona ! to thy citron groves ; And bid him rage amid the mortal fray, .. To where the lemon and the piercing lime, Astonish'd at the madness of mankind. With the deep orange, glowing through the green, Wide o'er the winding umbrage of the floods, 'Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclin'd Like vivid blossoms glowing from afar, Beneath the spreading tamarind that shakes, Thick swarm the brighter birds. For Nature's Fann'd by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit. That with a sportive vanity has deck'd (band, Deep in the night the massy locust sbeds,
The plumy nations, there her gagęst hues Quench iny hot limbs: or lead me through the Profusely pours. But, if she bids them shine, Embówering epdless, of the Indian fig; (maze, Array'd in all the beauteous beams of day, Or, thrown at gayer ease, on some fair brow, Yet, frugal still, she humbles them in song'. Let me behold, by breezy murmurs cool'd, Nor envy we the gaudy robes they lent Broad o'er my head the verdant cedar wave, Proud Montezuma's realm, whose legions cast And high palinetos lift their graceful shade. A boundless radiance waving on the Sun, Or, stretch'd amid these orchards of the Sun, While Philomel is ours; while in our shades, Give me to drain the cocoa's milky bowl,
Through the soft silence of the listening night, And from the palın to draw its freshening wine ! The sober-suited songstress trills her lay. More bounteous far than all the frantic juice But come, my Muse, the desert-barrier burst, Which Bacchus pours. Nor, on its slender twigs A wild expanse of lifeless sand and sky: Low-bending, be the full pomegranate scorn'd , And, swifter than the toiling caravan, Nor, creeping through the woods, the gelid race Shoot o'er the vale of Sennar; ardent climb. Of berries. Oft in humble station dwells
The Nubian mountaius, and the secret bounds Unboastful worth, above fastidious pomp.
Of jealous Abyssinia boldly pierce. Witness, thou best Anâna, thou the pride
Thou art no ruffian, who beneath the mask Of vegetable life, beyond whate'er
Of social commerce com'st to rob their wealth; The poets imag'd in the golden age:
No holy Fury thou, blaspheming Heaven, Quick let me strip thee of thy tufty coat,
With consecrated steel to stab their peace, Spread thy anbrosial stores, and feast with Jove! And through the land, yet red from civil wounds,
From these the prospect raries. Plains immense To spread the purple tyranny of Rome. Lie stretch'd below, interininable meals
Thou, like the harmless bee, may'st freely range And vast savannahs, where the wandering eye, From mead to mead bright with exalted flowers, Unfixt, is in a verdant ocean lost.
From jasmine grove to grove, may'st wander gay, Another Flora there, of bolder hues,
Through palmy shades and aromatic woods, And richer sweets, beyond our garden's pride, That grace the plains, invest the peopled hills, Plays o'er the fields, and showers with sudden band And up the more than Alpine mountains wave. Exuberant Spring; for oft these vallies shift There on the breezy summit, spreading fair, Their green-embroider'd robe to fiery brown, For many a league; or on stupendous rocks, And swift to green again, as scorching suns,
That from the sun-redoubling valley lift, Or streaming dews and torrent rains, prerail.
Cool to the middle air their lawny tops ; Along these lonely regions, where retir'd, Where palaccs, and fanes, and yillas rise ; From little scenes of art, great Nature dwells And gardens smile around, and cultur'd fields; In aweful solitude, and nought is seen
And fountains gush ; and careless herds and docks But the wild herds that own no master's stall, Securely stray; a world within itself, Prodigious rivers roll their fattening seas;
Disdaining all assault: there let me draw On whose luxuriant herbage, half conceald, Ethereal soul, there drink reviving gales, Like a fallin cedar, far diffus'd his train,
Profusely breathing from the spicy groves, Cas'd'in green scales, the crocodile extends, And vales of fragrance; there at distance hear The food disparts: behold! in plaited mail, The roaring floods, and cataracts, that sweep Behemoth rears his head. Glanc'd from his side, From disemboweld Earth the virgin gold; The darted steel in idle shivers flies :
And o'er the varied landscape, restless, rore, He fearless walls the plain, or seeks the hills; Fervent with life of every fairer kind : Where, as he crops his varied fare, the herds, A land of wonders! which the Sun still cyes In widening circle round, forget their food, With ray direct, as of the lovely realm And at the harmless stranger wondering gaze. Enamour'd, and delighting there to dwell.
Peaceful, beneath primeval trees, that cast How chang'd the scene! In blazing height of Their ample shade o'er Niger's yellow stream,
noon, And where the Ganges rolls his sacred wave; The Sun, oppress'd, is plung'd in thickest gloom. Or mid the central depth of blackening woods, High-rais'd in solemn theatre around,
' In all the regions of the torrid zone, the birds,
though more beautiful in their plumage, are ! The Hippopotamus, or river-horse. observed to be less obelodious than ours.