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506
The peaceful eve, with smile serene,
Her twilight mantle spread,
And Cyn-|-M? a S'er | the dewy green
Her argent lustre shed.
507
fair fountain! on thy margin green,
May tufted trees arise,
And spreading boughs thy bosom screen
From summer's fervid skies!
508
ah me ! to youth's untutor'd eye,
What charms the prospect wears!
Bright as the poi tals of the sky,
The op'ning world appears.
509
Here, in rude, state, old chief tains dwelt,
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Who no refinement knew.
Small were the wants their bosoms felt,
and their enjoyments fewi
510
Sure, not to life's short span confin'd,
Shall sacred friendship glow.
Beyond the grave, the ardent mind
Its best delights shall know.
. 511
Still is the toiling hand of Care:
The panting herds repose:
Of insects, thrtiugh the peopled air,
The busy murmur glows.
512
The swalftfaps, in their torpid state,
Compose their useless wing ;
And bees in hives as idly wait
The call of early spring.
513
Ye great, I ask not your repose,
On swelling velvet laid,
While o'er my head the oak-leaves close
Their venerable shade.
514
if, written on man's owtward brow,
Each inward grief we saw,
How many, whtim we envy now,
Would then our pity draw !
515
The church was deck'd in black attire,
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The saints in black array'd,
and In the middle of the choir
A bloody corpse was laid
And, nearer as he came, he found
The altar stain'd with blood ;
and on the steps, and all around,
There stream'd a crimson flood.
516
While balmy Zephyrs gently blew,
I wantfe>'d tf'er the vale.
The lily white and vi'let blue
Gavefragrmice & the gale.
The feather'd tribes, with tuneful song,
HaiCd Sol's refulgent beam ;
The finny race, in sportive throng,
Sail'd twiftly down the stream.
517
And, when at length it came, with joy
They hail'd the bridal day,
And onward (6 the house of God
They went their willing way.
513
Bright on the mountain's heathy slope
The day's last splendors shine,
And, rich with ma-I-ny a m-i-diant hue,
Gleam gaily o'er the Rhine.
519
Where Mis'ry spreads her deepest shade,
Your strong compassion glows :
Front your blest lips the balm distils,
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That softens human woes.
520
While down the summer stream of vice
The thoughtless many glide,
You upward steer your steady bark,
And stem the rushing tide.
521
The fisher in the lake below
Durst never cast his net;
Nor ever swal/oro in its waves
Her passing wing would wet.
522
Sudden th' unfathom'd lake sent forth
Strange music from beneath ;
And slow(i/ b"er the waters sail'd
The solemn sounds of death.
523
Ye not from discontent arise
The wishes i disclose :
My heart, for blessings i enjoy,
With gratitude o'erflows.
524. -- The double-blossomed Cherry-t
In beauty's fairest vest array'd,
How, lately, shone this tree !
" My garden's pride," I fondly said,
" Henceforward thou shalt be". . . . . . .
But not a vestige now remains
of my late fas'rite tree.
Its snowy blossoms all around
In scatter'd heaps I see.
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Rebuk'd I stand, who thus could turn
From real worth my eyes,
and to that worth a flow'r prefer,
Which only blooms and dies.
Iambics of eight syllables, with alternate rhime.
515
Thy smiles were glad, when last we met,
Thou object of my mournful tear!
But now in shades thy sun is set,
No more with smiles mine eye to cheer.
526
How gaily, in our youthful days,
We gambol'd on the vernal plain,
Where the pure streamlet swiftly strays,
Through vales and woodlands, to the main ! '
527
With herbs and flow'rs, each sabbath morn,
A weeping troop is duly seen
Of youths and virgins, to adorn
Thy grave within the sacred green.
528
Fell Despotism his giant form
Shows to the subjugated mind,
As glares the me-\-teor of \ the storm, .
The dread, the horror of mankind.
529
Ijoud ruar'd the boist'rous blast of heav'u,
While Jessy rov'd with bosom bare:
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The fleecy snow in heaps was driv'n:
The black'ning tempest fill'd the air.
530
Soft be thy slumbers, sorrow's child !
Serene and tranquil be thy rest!
oft have thy smiles my tears beguil'd,
And sooth'd my agisted breast.
531
oh! see yon chief to battle go.
The stroke arrests htm, as he flies.
He falls; and, in that fatal blow,
The husband and the father dies.
532
Lauras fond heart, too full to speak,
To Arthur sigh'd a soft adieu.
Love's gentle tear stole down her cheek,
As Arthur mournfully withdrew.
533
Impatient Arthur, frVm the cares
Of worldly bus'ness now releas'd,
With stdXr to the spot repairs,
Where all his cares in rapture ce&s'd.
534
Through louring clouds, with pallid beam,
The moon shot temptirary light,
New gtitt'ring on the rippled stream,
Now slowly fading from the sight.
535
What mournful voice, with plaintive sighs,
Sad sounds along the winding vale ?
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What piercing shrieks of anguish rise,
And float upon the passing gale ?
5S6
Around my ivied porch, shall spring
Each fragrant flow'r that drinks the dew*
And Lucy at her wheel shall sing,
In russet gown and apron blue.
537
Contending hosts, in mute surprise,
Drdpfrtim their grasp the brandish'd blade,
Forget th' affray, and turn their eyes,
Transported, on th' angelic maid.
538
The thrush begins his sprightly song,
High #n the thorn, at op'ning day ;
and, where the streamlet winds along,
The blackbird tunes his varied lay.
539. -- To Friendship.
Men call thee changing, sordid, vain,
On earth scarce known, and rare to sec :
and, when they feel base treach'ry's pain,
They lay the heavy blame on tbee.
540
As late along the flow'ry side
Of Derwent's murm'ring stream I stray'd,
A rosy sweet-\-briar bush | I spy'd,
Full blooming m the sunny glade.
Its blossoms glow'd with crimson die,
As o'er the glassy wave they spread;
and on the gales, that sported by.
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Their delicate perfume was shed.
This day, retaining V6 the spot,
To view the bush so richly blown,
With tearful eye 1 tnark'd its lot;
For all its crimson bloom was gone.
541. -- To the Nightingale.
Why, plaintive warbler, tell me, why
For ever sighs thy troubled heart?
Cannot these groves, that glowing sky,
A solace to thy woes impart ?
See, Nature, at thy wish'd retur. n,
Renews her robe of gayest green :
And can thy wayward bosom mourn,
When Nature wakes the rural scene ?
. For thee, Aurora steeps in dews
The new-born flow'refs of the dale;
Tor thee, with lib'ral hand she strews
Her fragrance on the western gale.
542
Come, gentle Sleep ! with drowsy charms,
upon my senses softly steal;
Infold me in thy downy arms,
and my eye-lids set thy seal.
543
The dreams that own thy soft controul,
Come, Fancy,for thy vot'ry weave.
Lift high thy wand : my willing soul
Shall bless thy fictions, and believe.
The with'ring blast, the louring sky,
The cheerless path, I long have known.
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Come^ aid me, Fancy ! we'll descry
A woild far hap-\-pier of | our own.
Fine forms alone shall visit there,
With gentle voice and soften'd mien :
Nor cold Distrust, nor Pride severe,
Nor Selfishness, shall there be seen.
And Hope shall, with her sunshine gay,
Light up our landscapes and our skies;
And Sensibi/i(y there stray,
With swelling heart and dewy eyes.
The sentient plant, whose feeling frame
Turns from the stranger's touch away,
Exists but in the soften'd beam,
Which art around it can convey.
By ev'ry passing gale distress'd,
By coarser steins that near it rise,
Bj ev'ry impulse rude oppress'd--
Expose it, and, like me, it dies.
544
Thus nature, with indulgent care,
Propitious grac'd my natal hour,
and, with supe-l-nor soref-l-ness, gave
The gale, the sunshine, and the flow'r.
545
He went, and, with a parent's voice,
He spake sweet mercy's accents mild.
His love return'd, within his arms
He long'd to strain his sor-! -rfe7<<? child. \
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Iambics of five feet, or ten syllables, with alternate
rhime.
546
Around the grave of her I still adore,
Mark how the frequent gale delights to play,
Forsakes the spicy grove and rosy bow'r,
To wave the grass that clothes this hallow'd clay.
547
The heav'nly guardian of the British isles,
Immortal Liberty, triumphant stood,
And view'd her gallant sons with fav'ring smiles,
Undaunted heroes of the field or flood.
548
False,fleeting hopes, and vain desires, farewell!
Fond anxious wishes, that within my breast
With sighs and un-availing anguish dwell,
heave me', oh! leave niH to my wonted rest.
549
Alas! the consolafitfrt i would grant
To others, 1 myself must never know :
But, if the means, the pow'r to bless, I want,
i can commiserate, though not bestow.
550
. . . Fair is the rising morn, when o'er the sky
The v -\-rient sun | expands his tos-l-e&te ray ;
Ami loxtly Iti the bard's enraptur'd eye
Fades the. meek radiUnce bfldeparting day,
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551
Thus fades the flow'r, ulpp'd by the frozen gale,
Though once so sweet, so love/y OS the eye:
TAils the tall oaks, when boist'rous storms assail,
TornfrSm the earth, a mighty ruin lie.
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Far, far beyond the hated billow's reach,
The shipwreck'd stranger's weary bones should lie:
But blest the hands, that, on the wave-worn beach,
With pious care this hasty grave supply.
553
oh ! could I hide from mem'ry's steadfast eye
The pencil'd story of my early years !
tfer the" sad view she heaves the lingering sigh,
And drops, at ev'ry glance, her fruitless tears.
554
With mellow tints the lucid orb of day
Wow gilds the verdant beauftes tif the lawn :
Unclouded smiles his slowly-setting ray,
Sure presage of a. mild succeeding dawn.
555
Her meek submission to her maker's will
Heav'n sazo, and view'd the maid with pi-l-tt/ingeyes,
and her pure soul, from ev'ry future ill,
Caught to the blissful mansions of the skies.
556
For hiui no more shall pon;p display her charms,
Nor ceremony greet litm with a smile.
? In flatt'ry veil'd, no more shall servile swarms
Of sycophants attend hirn, to beguile.
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Iambics of ten syllables; the first line rkiming with
the fourth; the second, with the third,
. 557
Descend, 5 Mercy! ft&m thy bright abode ;
And bid Ambition's direful contests cease.
oh! haste! and, with thee, bring stteetsmiYmg Peace,
' And all the blessfrigs by her hand bestow'd.
558
ah! once I thought, this bosSm, that so much
Had throbb'd with varied pangs, at length wassteel'd
By sullen ap&thy, nor more would yield
To seusibi/jrjir's impressive touch.
559
Romdfrtim his dream, a sound the shepherd hears
Of rustling plumes, that seek a distant clime. ;
and, Us he marks them steer their course sublime,
At intervals their clamors strike his ears.
500
The vivid lightning, glancing o'er the plain
With awe-inspiring glare, I do not dread ;
Nor all the horrors, now around me spread,
Cnve tH my aching breast one moment's pain.
561. -- To the Owl.
I woo thee, cheerless, melancholy bird !
Soothing to me Us thy fane-\-real cry. |
Here build thy lonely nest, and ever, nigh
My dwelling, be thy sullen wailings heard.
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Iambics of eight syllables, with the omitted Epithets
supplied.
562
Through yon dark grove of mournful yews,
With solitary steps I muse.
563
Tli' insidious sland'ring thief is worse
Than the poor rogue who steals your purse.
564
One night, when balmy slumbers shed
Their peaceful poppies oer my head
565
Does ntit the ox obedient bow
His patieut neck, to draw the plough ?
566
Now Cam-\-bria's rb~ck-\-y wilds appear,
Her mountains rude, and valleys drear.
567
Now fancy dreads, in ev'iy shade,
The midnight robber's inurd'rous blade.
568
Releas'd from Winter's icy aims,
Now Spring unfolds her early charms.
569
is thSre in nature no kind pow'r
To sooth affliction's lonely hour,
To blunt the edge of dire disease,
And teach these wint'ry shades to please ?
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570
When, sunk by guilt in deep despair,
Repentance breathes, her humble pray'r,
Thy voice the shudd'ring sup-\-pliaflt cheers; |
And Mercy calms her tort'ring fears.
571
As he who travels Li-\-byas plains, |
Whe"re the"fierce Itdn lawless reigns,
Is seis'd with fear and wild dismay,
When th2 grim foe obstructs his way
572
Methought, a spacious road I spy'd,
(And stalely trees adorn'tl its side)
TrequentecZ by a giddy crowd
Of thoughtless mortals, vain and loud.
573
A barren heath before us lay,
And gath'ring clouds obscur'd the day ;
The darkness rose in smoky spires : .
The lightnings flash'd their livid flies.
574
o Wisdom! y thy soft contioul
Can sootffthe sickn&s of the soul,
Can bid the waning passions cease,
And breathe the calm of tender peace,
Wisdom! I bless thy gentle sway,
And ever, ever will obey.
575
Soft flow the hours, whene'er we meet;
And conscious \htue is our treat.
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Our harmless breasts no envy know;
And hence we fear no secret foe.
Our walks ambition ne'er attends;
And hence we ask no pow'rful friends.
Ten-syllable Iambics, with the omitted Epithets sup-
plied.
576
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs;
What mighty contests rise from tri-|-ri8/ things. . . . |
577
Say, what strange motive, goddess, could impel
A well-bred lord t' assault a gentle belle ?
578. -- The hunted Stag.
So fast he flies, that his reviewing eye
Has lost the chasers, and his ear the cry.
579
I claim supe-l-rior U-l-neage by | my sire,
Who warm'd th' unthinking clod with heav'nly fire.
580. -- The Mariner.
His labors cease ri&t with declining day;
But toils and perils mark his nightly way.
581
Now mem'ty wakes me' to the sad review
Of joys that fadZd tike the morning dew.
582
as the' grave Muse awakes the warbling strings,
The Graces round you dance in airy rings.
583
In anguish worn, the joyless years lag slow,
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And these proud conqu'rors mock their captives' woe.
584
A happy offspring bless'd his plen-|-feoj/s board;
His fields were fruitful, and his barns well stor'd.
585
There, rearm with toil, his panting horses browse
Their shelt'ring canopy of pendent boughs.
586
Him stagg'ring so when hell's dire agent found,
While fainting virtue scarce maintain'd her ground. . .
587
Not that your father's mildn&s i contemn :
But manly force becomes the diadem.
588
Nor hap-1 they, \ where sandy wastes extend,
Where fainting Arabs their parch'd cattle tend.
589
And Fame's loud trumpet t8 the world shall tell,
In Vict'ry's arms ill us-|-ftioms Nll-\-son fell.
590
The le-\-nient hand of Time perchance may heal
The guilty pangs, the deep remorse, I feel.
591
We bid thee welcome to this peaceful shore,
Where adverse winds shall thwart thy course no more.
592
'Twas night. The chiefs beside their vessel lie,
Till rosy morn had purpled o'er the sky ;
Then launch, and hoist the mast: indulgent gales,
Supplied by Phtebus, fill the swelling sails.
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593
The wretched qimrrSls of the mortal state
Are far unworthy, Gods, of your debate.
Let men their days in senseless strife employ,
We hi eternal peace, and constant joy.
594
Hire bions the woodbine, faintly streak'd with red,
And rests on ev'ry bough its tender head :
Round the'young ash its twining branches meet,
Or crown the huvithom with its odors sweet.
595
The prophet spoke, and, with a gloomy frown,
The monarch stalled from his shining throne:
Black cho\er fill'd his breast, that boil'd with ire;
and from his eye-balls flash'd the living fire.
596
Thine, tu each conquest, ts the wealthy prey ;
Though mine the sweat and danger of the day.
SomeXri-\-vi9. lprS-\-sent to my ships I bear;
Or barren praises pay the wounds of war.
597
Let not Britannia's sons ignoble deem
The task that sows the corn or guides the team,
That watches anxious o'er the rising grain,
And clothes with fertile crops the barren plain.
598
Autumn has now assuin'd her with'ring reign,
and the' grey mists upon the hills remain :
o'er the wide heath the rapid whirlwind roars'f
Through rocky vales the foaming torrent pours.
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599. -- The lost Child.
Through ev'ry grove th' impatient mother flies,
Each sunless glade, each secret pathway tries,
'Till the light leaves the truant boy disclose,
Long on the wood-moss stretch'd in sweet repose.
600
Close by each other laid, they press'd the ground ;
Their bosoms pierc'd with ma-\-ny a gris-i-ly wound.
Nor well alive, nor wholly dead, they were:
But some/dint signs of feeble life appear.
601
On Missisippi's bank, should sleep surprise
The wearied peasant, close in ambush lies
The crafty alligator, gorg'd with blood:
He lorks conceal'd beneath the troubled flood,
Or ranges fierce the reedy shore around,
Climbs thX steep bank, and crouches on the ground.
602
oft have I seen, beneath the hawthorn shade,
th? green rwr/'reclin'd, a rustic maid,
Watching, with anxious eye, her fav'rite lambs
In playful circles sporting round their dams;
O'ercome with noontide heaf, have heard her hail
The cooling freshness of the rising gale.
603. -- Rooks and Crows.
From field to field the flock increasing goes,
To level crops most formidable foes.
Their danger well the wary plund'rers know,
And pla'qf a watch on some conspi-|-cwows bough. \
Yet oft the skulking gunwer, by surprise,
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Will scatter death among them, as they rise.
604
oft may the spir&s of the dead descend,
To watch the silent slumbers of a friend;
To hover round his ev'ning walk unseen,
And hold siweet converse on the dusky green ;
To hail the spot where first their friendship grew,
And heav'n and nature open'd to their view.
605
Night her moist wings extends o'er hill aiid dale,
And spreads on sha-\-dowy earth | a misty veil;
The pictur'd forms of vivid nature fade,
And, melting, sink in undistinguish'd shade.
Unheard, the dews descend i unseen, the show'rs
Cool the parch'd earth, revive the fainting flow'rs. . . .
606
Now the' tlr'd /ab'rers bless their sheh'iing home,
When midnight and the frightful tempest come.
The farmer wakes, and sees, with silent dread,
The angry shafts of heav'n gleam round his head.
The bursting cloud re-iterated roars,
Shakes his straw roof and jars his bolted doors.
607
Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village green,
With magic tints to harmonise the scene.
StilFd ts the hum, that through the hamlet broke,
When round the ruStws . Xf their ancient oak
The peasants flock'd to hear the minstrel play,
And games and carols clos'd the busy day.
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608. --To Memory.
When Joy's bright sun has shed his ev'ning ray,
And Hope's delusive me-\-tebrs cease | to play ;
When clouds on clouds the smiling prospect close,
Still through the gloom thy star serenely glows :
Like yon fair orb, she gilds the brow of night,
With the mild magic of reflected light.
609
Distracting thoughts by turns his bosom rul'd,
Nowfir'd by wrath, and now by reason cool'd.
That prompts his hand to draw the deadly sword,
Force through the Greeks, and pierce their haughty
This whispers soft, his vengeance to control, [lord;
And calm the rising temp&f of his soul.
610
Not so his loss the fierce Achilles bore:
But, sad, returning to the sounding shore,
o'er the" wild margin of the deep he hung,
That kindred deep, from which his mother sprung;
There, bath'd in tears of anger and disdain,
Thus loud lamented to the stormy main.
611. -- The Farmer's Boy.
From the fire-side, with ma-|-ny a shrug, | he hies,-
Glad if\he full-orb'd moon salute his eyes,
And, through th' unbroken stillness 6f the night,
Shed tin his path her beams of cheering light.
With saunt'ring step, he climbs the distant stile;
Whilst all around him wears a placid smile;
There views the white-rob'd clouds in clusters driv'n,
And all the glo-l-nows pa-\-geantry of heav'n.
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