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O, knew he but his happiness, of men The happiest he! who far from public rage, Deep in the vale, with a choice few retired, Drinks the pure pleasures of the Rural Life.

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What though the dome be wanting, whose proud gate. Each morning, vomits out the sneaking crowd

Of flatterers false, and in their turn abused?

Vile intercourse! what though the glittering robe
Of every hue reflected light can give,

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Or floating loose, or stiff with mazy gold,

The pride and gaze of fools! oppress him not?
What though, from utmost land and sea purveyed,
For him each rarer tributary life

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Bleeds not, and his insatiate table heaps

With luxury and death? What though his bowl
Flumes not with costly juice; nor sunk in beds,
Oft of gay care, he tosses out the night,
Or melts the thoughtless hours in idle state?
What though he knows not those fantastic joys
That still amuse the wanton, still deceive;
A face of pleasure, but a heart of pain;
Their hollow moments undelighted all?
Sure peace is his; a solid life, estranged
To disappointment, and fallacious hope.
Rich in content, in Nature's bounty rich,

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In herbs and fruits; whatever greens the Spring,

When heaven descends in showers; or bends the bough

When Summer reddens, and when Autumn beams;

Or in the wintry glebe whatever lies

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Concealed, and fattens with the richest sap:

These are not wanting; nor the milky drove,

Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale;

Nor bleating mountains; nor the chide of streams,

And hum of bees, inviting sleep sincere

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Into the guiltless breast, beneath the shade,
Or thrown at large amid the fragrant hay;

Nor aught besides of prospect, grove, or song,
Dim grottoes, gleaming lakes, and fountain clear

Here too dweils simple Truth; plain Innocence, 1271
Unsullied Beauty; sound unbroken Youth,
Patient of labor, with a little pleased;
Health ever blooming; unambitious Toil,
Calm Contemplation, and poetic Ease.

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Let others brave the flood in quest of gain,

And beat, for joyless months, the gloomy wave.
Let such as deem it glory to destroy,

Rush into blood, the sack of cities seek;

Unpierced, exulting in the widow's wail,

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The virgin's shriek, and infant's trembling cry.
Let some, far distant from their native soil,
Urged or by want or hardened avarice,
Find other lands beneath another sun.
Let this through cities work his eager way,
By legal outrage and established guile,
The social sense extinct; and that ferment
Mad into tumult the seditious herd,
Or melt them down to slavery. Let these
Insnare the wretched in the toils of law,
Fomenting discord, and perplexing right,
An iron race! and those of fairer front,
But equal inhumanity, in courts,

Delusive pomp and dark cabals, delight;

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Wreathe the deep bow, diffuse the lying smile, 1295 And tread the weary labyrinth of state.

While he, from all the stormy passions free

That restless men involve, hears, and but hears,
At distance safe, the human tempest roar,

Wrapped close in conscious peace. The fall of kings,

The rage of nations, and the crush of states,
Move not the man who, from the world escaped,

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In still retreats, and flowery solitudes,

To Nature's voice attends, from month to month

And day to day, through the revolving year:

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Admiring, sees her in her every shape:

Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart;

Takes what she liberal gives, nor thinks of more..

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He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting gems,
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Into his freshened soul; her genial hours
fle full enjoys; and not a beauty blows,
And not an opening blossom breathes in vain
In Summer he, beneath the living shade,
Such as o'er frigid Tempè wont to wave,
Or Hemus cool, reads what the Muse, of these,
Perhaps, has in immortal numbers sung;
Or what she dictates writes; and, oft an eye
Shot round, rejoices in the vigorous year.
When Autumn's yellow lustre gilds the world,
And tempts the sickled swain into the field,
Seized by the general joy, his heart distends

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With gentle throes; and, through the tepid gleams
Deep musing, then he best exerts his song.
E'en Winter wild to him is full of bliss.

The mighty tempest, and the hoary waste,
Abrupt, and deep, stretched o'er the buried earth,
Awake to solemn thought. At night the skies,
Disclosed, and kindled, by refining frost,

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Pour every lustre on th' exalted eye.

A friend, a book, the stealing hours secure,

O'er land and sea imagination roams :

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And mark them down for wisdom. With swift wing,

Or truth, divinely breaking on his mind,
Elates his being, and unfolds his powers;
Or in his breast heroic virtue burns;
The touch of kindred too and love he feels;
The modest eye, whose beams on his alone
Ecstatic shine; the little strong embrace
Of prattling children twined around his neck,
And emulous to please him, calling forth
The fond parental soul. Nor purpose gay,
Amusement, dance, or song, he sternly scorns
For happiness and true philosophy
Are of the social, still, and smiling kind.

This is the life which those who fret in guilt,

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And guilty cities, never knew; the life,
Led by primeval ages, uncorrupt,

When Angels dwelt, and God himself, with Man!
O Nature! all sufficient! over all!

Enrich me with the knowledge of thy works;
Snatch me to heaven; thy rolling wonders there.
World beyond world, in infinite extent,
Profusely seattered o'er the blue immense,

Show me; their motions, periods, and their laws,
Give me to scan; through the disclosing deep
Light my blind way; the mineral strata there;
Thrust, blooming, thence the vegetable world;
O'er that the rising system, more complex,
Of animals; and higher still, the mind,
The varied scene of quick-compounded thought;
And where the mixing passions endless shift;
These ever open to my ravished eye;

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A search, the flight of time can ne'er exhaust'
But if to that unequal; if the blood,

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In sluggish streams about my heart, forbid
That best ambition; under closing shades,
Inglorious, lay me by the lowly brook,
And whisper to my dreams. From Thee begin,
Dwell all on Thee, with Thee conclude my song,
And let me never, never stray from Thee.

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WINTER.

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The subject proposed. Address to the Earl of Wilmingten. First approach of Winter. According to the natural course of the seasons, various storms described. Rain. Wind. Snow. The driving of the snows; a man perishing among them; whence reflections on the wants and miseries of human life. The wolves descending from the Alps and Apennines. A winter evening described; as spent by philosophers; by the country people; in the city. Frost. A view of Winter within the polar circle. A thaw. The whole concluding with moral re flections on a future state.

SEE, WINTER Comes, to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train-

Vapors, and Clouds, and Storms. Be these my theme,
These that exalt the soul to solemn thought,

And heavenly musing. Welcome, kindred glooms, 5
Congenial horrors, hail! with frequent foot,
Pleased have I, in my cheerful morn of life,
When nursed by careless Solitude I lived,
And sung of Nature with unceasing joy,

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Pleased have I wandered through your rough domain
Trod the pure virgin-snows, myself as pure;
Heard the winds roar, and the big torrent burst;
Or seen the deep-fermenting tempest brewed,

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In the grim evening sky. Thus passed the time,
Till through the lucid chambers of the south
Looked out the joyous Spring, looked out, and smiled
To thee, the patron of her first essay,

The Muse, O Wilmington! renews her song.
Since has she rounded the revolving year;

Skimmed the gay Spring; on eagle pinions borne, 20
Attempted through the summer blaze to rise;
Then swept o'er Autumn with the shadowy gale;
And now amongst the wintry clouds again,

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