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Falls from its poise, and gives the breeze to blow. To them accountable ; nor slavish dream'd
Rent is the fleecy mantle of the sky;

That toiling millions must resign their weal,
The clouds fly different; and the sudden Sun And all the honey of their search, to such
By fits effulgent gilds th' illumin'd field,

As for themselves alone themselves have rais'd. And black by fits the shadows sweep along.

Hence every form of cultivated life A gaily-chequer'd heart-expanding view,

In order set, protected, and inspir’d, Far as the circling eye can shoot around,

Into perfection wrought. Uniting all,
Unbounded tossing in a flood of corn.

Society grew numerous, high, polite,
These are thy blessings, Industry! rough power ; And happy. Nurse of art! the city rear'd
Whom labor still attends, and sweat, and pain : In beauteous pride her tower-encircled head ;
Yet the kind source of every gentle art,

And, stretching street on street, by thousands drew, And all the soft civility of life :

From twining woody haunts, or the tough yew Raiser of human-kind! by Nature cast,

To bows strong-straining, her aspiring sons. Naked, and helpless, out amid the woods

Then Commerce brought into the public walk And wilds, to rude inclement elements;

The busy merchant; the big warehouse built ; With various seeds of art deep in the mind Rais’d the strong crane ; chok'd up the loaded Implanted, and profusely pour'd around

street Materials infinite ; but idle all.

With foreign plenty ; and thy stream, 0 Thames, Still unexerted, in the unconscious breast,

Large, gentle, deep, majestic, king of floods! Slept the lethargic powers; corruption still, Chose for his grand resort. On either hand, Voracious, swallow'd what the liberal hand Like a long wintry forest, groves of masts of bounty scatter'd o'er the savage year :

Shot up their spires; the bellying sheet between And still the sad barbarian, roving, mix'd

Possess'd the breezy void ; the sooty hulk With beasts of prey: or for his acorn-meal Steer'd sluggish on; the splendid barge along Fought the fierce tusky boar; a shivering wretch! Row'd, regular, to harmony; around, Aghast, and comfortless, when the bleak north The boat, light skimming, stretch'd its oary wings; With Winter charg'd, let the mix'd tempest fly, While deep the various voice of fervent toil Hail, rain, and snow, and bitter-breathing frost : From bank to bank increas'd; whence ribb'd with oak Then to the shelter of the hut he fled ;

To bear the British thunder, black, and bold, And the wild season, sordid, pin'd away.

The roaring vessel rush'd into the main. For home he had not; home is the resort

Then too the pillar'd dome magnific heav'd of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where, Its ample roof; and Luxury within Supported and supporting, polislı'd friends, Pour'd out her glittering stores ; the canvas smooth, And dear relations, mingle into bliss.

With glowing life protuberant, to the view
But this the rugged savage never felt,

Embodied rose ; the statue seem'd to breathe,
Ev'n desolate in crowds; and thus his days And soften into flesh, beneath the touch
Roll'd heavy, dark, and unenjoy'd along : Of forming art, imagination-flush'd.
A waste of time : till Industry approach'd,

All is the gift of Industry; whate'er
And rous'd him from his miserable sloth :

Exalts, embellishes, and renders life His faculties unfolded ; pointed out

Delightful. Pensive Winter cheer'd by him Where lavish Nature the directing hand

Sits at the social fire, and happy hears of Art demanded ; show'd him how to raise Th' excluded tempest idly rave along; His feeble force by the mechanic powers,

His harden'd fingers deck the gaudy Spring; To dig tbe mineral from the vaulted Earth,

Without him Summer were an arid waste; On what to turn the piercing rage of fire,

Nor to th' Autumnal months could thus transmit On what the torrent, and the gather'd blast ; Those full, mature, immeasurable stores, Gave the tall ancient forest to his ax;

That, waving round, recall my wandering song. Taught him to chip the wood, and hew the stone, Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky, Till by degrees the finish'd fabric rose ;

And, unperceiv'd, unfolds the spreading day; Tore from his limbs the blood-polluted fur, Before the ripen'd field the reapers stand, And wrapt them in the woolly vestment warm, In fair array ; each by the lass he loves, Or bright in glossy silk, and flowing lawn ; To bear the rougher part, and mitigate With wholesome viands fill’d his table, pour'd By nameless gentle offices her toil. The generous glass around, inspir'd to wake At once they stoop and swell the lusty sheaves ; The life-refining soul of decent wit:

While through their cheerful band the rural talk Nor stopp'd at barren bare necessity;

The rural scandal, and the rural jest, But, still advancing bolder, led him on

Fly harmless, to deceive the tedious time, To pomp, to pleasure, elegance, and grace ; And steal unfelt the sultry hours away. And, breathing high ambition through his soul, Behind the master walks, builds up the shocks; Sét science, wisdom, glory, in his view,

And, conscious, glancing oft on every side And bade him be the Lord of all below.

His sated eye, feels his heart heave with joy. Then gathering men their natural powers combin'd, The gleaners spread around, and here and there, And form'd a public; to the general good

Spike after spike, their scanty harvest pick. Submitting, aiming, and conducting all.

Be not too narrow, husbandmen; but fling For this the patriot-council met, the full,

From the full sheaf, with charitable stealth, The free, and fairly-represented whnle ;

The liberal handful. Think, oh, grateful think For this they plann'd the holy guardian laws, How good the God of Harvest is to you ; Distinguish'd orders, animated arts,

Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields ; And, with joint force Oppression chaining, set While these unhappy partners of your kind Imperial Justice at the helm; yet still

Wide-hover round you like the fowls of Heaven

And ask their humble dole. The various turns From whom my liberal fortune took its rise ;
Of fortune ponder; that your sons may want Now to the dust gone down; his houses, lands,
What now, with hard reluctance, faint, ye give. And once fair-spreading family, dissolv'd.

The lovely young Lavinia once had friends ; "Tis said that in some lone obscure retreat,
And Fortune smild, deceitful, on her birth. Urg'd by remembrance sad, and decent pride,
For, in her helpless years depriv'd of all,

Far from those scenes which knew their better days, Of every stay, save Innocence and Heaven, Flis aged widow and his daughter live, She, with her widow'd mother, feeble, old, Whom yet my fruitless search could never find. And poor, liv'd in a cottage, far retir’d

Romantic wish! would this the daughter were !" Among the windings of a woody vale ;

When, strict inquiring, from herself he found By solitude and deep surrounding shades,

She was the same, the daughter of his friend, But more by bashful modesty, conceal'da

Of bountiful Acasto; who can speak Together thus they shunn'd the cruel scorn The mingled passions that surpris'd his heart, Which virtue, sunk to poverty, would meet And through his nerves in shivering transport ran? From giddy passion and low-minded pride : Then blaz'd his smother'd flame, arow'd and bold; Almost on Nature's common bounty fed ;

And, as he view'd her, ardent, o'er and o'er,
Like the gay birds that sung them to repose, Love, gratitude, and pity, wept at once.
Content, and careless of 10-morrow's fare.

Confus'd, and frighten'd at his sudden tears,
Her form was fresher than the morning rose, Her rising beauties flush'd a higher bloom,
When the dew wets its leaves ; unstain’d and pure, As thus Palemon, passionate and just,
As is the lily, or the mountain snow.

Pour'd out the pious rapture of his soul.
The modest virtues mingled in her eyes,

And art thou then Acasto's dear remains ? Sull on the ground dejected, darting all

She, whom my restless gratitude has sought Their humid beams into the blooming flowers ; So long in vain? O, Heavens! the very same, Or when the mournful tale her mother told, The soften'd image of my noble friend. Of what her faithless fortune promis'd once, Alive his every look, his every feature, Thrill'd in her thought, they, like the dewy star More elegantly louch'd. Sweeter than spring! Of evening, shone in tears. A native grace Thou sole surviving blossom from the root Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs,

That nourish'd up my fortune! say, ah where, Veild in a simple robe, their best attire,

In what sequester'd desert, hast thou drawn Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness

The kindest aspect of delighted Heaven? Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,

Into such beauty spread, and blown so fair; But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most.

Though poverty's cold wind, and crushing rain, Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's self, Beat keen, and heavy, on thy lender years? Recluse amid the close-embowering woods. O let me now, into a richer soil, As in the hollow breast of Apennine,

Transplant thee safe! where vernal suns, and showers Beneath the shelter of encircling hills

Diffuse their warrest, largest influence;
A myrtle rises, far from human eye,

And of my garden be the pride and joy!
And breathes its balmy fragrance o'er the wild ; III it befits thee, oh! it ill befits
So flourish'd blooming, and unseen by all,

Acasto's daughter, his whose open stores,
The sweet Lavinia ; till, at length, compellid Though vast, were little to his ampler heart,
By strong Necessity's supreme command,

The father of a country, thus to pick With smiling patience in her looks, she went The very refuse of those harvest-fields, To glean Palemon's fields. The pride of swains Which from his bounteous friendship I enjoy. Palemon was, the generous, and the rich; Then throw that hateful pittance from thy hand. Who led the rural life in all its joy

But ill applied to such a rugged task; And elegance, such as Arcadian song

The fields, the master, all, my fair, are thine ; Transmits from ancient uncorrupted times ; If to the various blessings which thy house When tyrant custom had not shackled man, Has on me lavish'd, thou wilt add that bliss, But free to follow nature was the mode.

That dearest bliss, the power of blessing thee !" He then, his fancy with autumnal scenes

Here ceas'd the youth, yet still his speaking eye Amusing, chanc'd beside his reaper-train

Express'd the sacred triumph of his soul,
To walk, when poor Lavinia drew his eye ; With conscious virtue, gratitude, and love,
Unconscious of her power, and turning quick Above the vulgar joy divinely rais’d.
With unaffected blushes from his gaze :

Nor waited he reply. Won by the charm
He saw her charming, but he saw not half Of goodness irresistible, and all
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd. In sweet disorder lost, she blush'd consent.
That very moment love and chaste desire

The news immediate to her mother brought,
Sprung in his bosom, to himself unknown; While, pierc'd with anxious thought, she pin'd away
For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, The lonely moments for Lavinia's fate;
Wluch scarce the firm philosopher can scorn, Amaz'd, and scarce believing what she heard,
Should his heart own a gleaner in the field : Joy seiz'd her wither'd veins, and one bright gleam
And thus in secret to his soul he sigh'd.

of setting life shone on her evening hours : " What pity! that so delicate a form,

Not less enraptur'd than the happy pair; By beauty kindled, where enlivening sense Who flourish'd long in tender bliss, and reard And more than vulgar goodness seem to dwell, A numerous offspring, lovely like themselves, Should be devoted to the rude embrace

And good, the grace of all the country round. Of some indecent clown! She looks, methinks, Defeating ofi the labors of the year, of old Acasto's line; and to my mind

The sultry south collects a potent blast. Recalls that patron of my happy life,

At first, the groves are scarcely seen to stir

Their trembling tops, and a still murmur runs This falsely-cheerful barbarous game of death, Along the soft-inclining fields of corn.

This rage of pleasure, which the restless youth But as th' aërial tempest fuller swells,

Awakes, impatient, with the gleaming morn; And in one mighty stream, ir visible,

When beasts of prey retire, that all night long, Immense, the whole excited atmosphere

Urg'd by necessity, had rang'd the dark, Impetuous rushes o'er the sounding world :

As if their conscious ravage shunn’d the light, Strain’d to the root, the stooping forest pours Asham'd. Not so the steady tyrant man, A rustling shower of yet untimely leaves,

Who with the thoughtless insolence of power High-beat, the circling mountains eddy in,

Infam'd, beyond the most infuriate wrath Froin the bare wild, the dissipated storm,

Of the worst monster that e'er roam'd the waste, And send it in a torrent down the vale.

For sport alone pursues the cruel chase, Expos'd and naked, to its utinost rage,

Amid the beamings of the gentle days. Through all the sea of harvest rolling round, Upbraid, ye ravening tribes, our wanton rage, The billowy plain floats wide; nor can evade, For hunger kindles you, and lawless want; Though pliant to the blast, its seizing force; But lavish fed, in Nature's bounty roll’d, Or whirld in air, or into vacant chaff

To joy at anguish, and delight in blood, Shook waste. And sometimes too a burst of rain, Is what your horrid bosoms never knew. Swept from the black horizon, broad, descends Poor is the triumph o'er the timid hare ! In one continuous flood. Still over-head

Scard from the corn, and now to some lone seat The mingling tempest weaves its gloom, and still Retir'd: the rushy fen; the ragged furze, The deluge deepens ; till the fields around Stretch'd o'er the stony heath; the stubble chapt; Lie sunk and flatted, in the sordid wave.

The thistly lawn; the thick-entangled broom ; Sudden, the ditches swell; the meadows swim. of the same friendly hue, the wither'd fern; Red, from the hills, innumerable streams

The fallow ground laid open to the Sun, Tumultuous roar; and high above its banks Concoctive; and the nodding sandy bank, The river lift; before whose rushing tide, Hung o'er the mazes of the mouniain brook. Herds, Rocks, and harvest, cottages, and swains, Vain is her best precaution; though she sits Roll mingled down; all that the winds had spar'd Conceald, with folded ears; unsleeping eyes, In one wild moment ruin'd; the big hopes, By Nature rais'd to take th' horizon in; And well-earn d treasures of the painful year. And head couch'd close betwixt her hairy feet, Fled to some eminence, ihe husbandman

In act to spring away. The scented dew Helpless beholds the miserable wreck

Betrays her early labyrinth ; and deep, Driving along: his drowning ox at once

In scatter'd sullen openings, far behind, Descending, with his labors scatter'd round, With every breeze she hears the coming storm. He sees; and instant o'er his shivering thought But nearer, and more frequent, as it loads Comes Winter unprovided, and a train

The sighing gale, she springs amaz'd, and all Of claimant children dear. Ye masters, then, The savage soul of game is up at once: Be mindful of the rough laborious hand,

The pack full-opening, various ; the shrill horn That sinks you soft in elegance and ease ;

Resounded from the hills; the neighing steed, Be mindful of those limbs in russet clad,

Wild for the chase : and the loud hunter's shout : Whose toil to yours is warmth, and graceful pride: O'er a weak, harmless, flying creature, all And, oh! be mindful of that sparing board, Mix'd in mad tumult, and discordant joy. Which covers yours with luxury profuse,

The stag too, singled from the herd, where long Makes your glass sparkle, and your sense rejoice! He rang'd the branching monarch of the shades, Nor cruelly demand what the deep rains

Before the tempest drives. At first, in speed And all-involving winds have swept away. He, sprightly, puts his faith ; and, rous'd by fear,

Here the rude clamor of the sportsman's joy, Gives all his swiii aerial soul to flight; The gun fast-thundering, and the winded horn, Against the breeze he darts, that way the more Would tempt the Muse to sing the rural game: To leave the lessening murderous cry behind : How, in his mid-career, the spaniel struck,

Deception short; though feeler than the winds Sutf, by the tainted gale, with open nose,

Blown o'er the keen-air'd mountains by the north, Outstretch'd, and finely sensible, draws full, He bursts the thickets, glances through the glades Fearful, and cautious, on the latent prey ;

And plunges deep into the wildest wood;
As in the sun the circling covey bask

If slow, yet sure, adhesive to the track
Their varied plumes, and watchful every way, Hot-steaming, up behind him come again
Through the rough stubble turn the secret eye. Th'inhuman rout, and from the shady depth
Caught in the meshy snare, in vain they beat Expel him, circling through his every shift.
Their idle wings, entangled more and more : He sweeps the forest oft ; and sobbing sees
Nor on the surges of the boundless air,

The glades, mild opening to the golden day ; Though borne triumphant, are they safe ; the gun, Where, in kind contest, with his butting friends Glanc'd just, and sudden, from the fowler's eye, He wont to struggle, or his loves enjoy. O'ertakes their sounding pinions; and again, Oft in the full-descending flood he tries Iminediate, brings them from the towering wing, To lose the scent, and lave his burning sides : Dead 10 the ground: or drives them wide-dispers'd, Oft seeks the herd ; the watchful herd, alarm'd Wounded, and wheeling various, down the wind. With selfish care avoid a brother's woe.

These are not subjects for the peaceful Muse, What shall he do? His once so vivid nerves, Nor will sl.e stain with such her spotless song ; So full of buoyant spirit, now no more Then most delighted, when she social sees Inspire the course ; but fainting breathless toil The whole mix'd animal creation round

Sick, seizes on his heart: he stands at bay ; Alive, and happy. "Tis not joy to her,

And puts his last weak refuge in despair.

The big round tears run down his dappled face; To cheat the thirsty moments, Whist awhile
He groans in anguish; while the growling pack, Walks his dull round, beneath a cloud of smoke,
Blood-happy, hang at his fair jutting chest,

Wreath'd fragrant from the pipe; or the quick dice, And mark his beauteous chequer'd sides with gore. In thunder leaping from the box, awake

Of this enough. But if the sylvan youth, The sounding gammon : while romp-loving Miss Whose fervent blood boils into violence,

Is haul'd about, in gallantry robust. Must have the chase ; behold, despising flight, At last these puling idlenesses laid The rous'd-up lion, resolute, and slow,

Aside, frequent and full, the dry divan
Advancing full on the protended spear,

Close in firm circle ; and set, ardent, in
And coward-band, that circling wheel aloof. For serious drinking. Nor evasion sly,
Slunk from the cavern, and the troubled wood, Nor sober shift, is to the puking wretch
See the grim wolf; on him his shaggy foe Indulg'd apart; but earnest, brimming bowls
Vindictive fix, and let the ruffian die :

Lave every soul, the table floating round,
Or, growling horrid, as the brindled boar

And pavement, faithless to the fuddled foot. Grins fell destruction, to the monster's heart Thus as they swim in mutual swill, the talk, Let the dart lighten from the nervous arm. Vociferous at once from twenty tongues,

These Britain knows not; give, ye Britons, then Reels fast from theme to theme; from horses, Your sportive fury, pitiless, to pour

hounds, Loose on the nightly robber of the fold :

To church or mistress, politics or ghost, Him, from his craggy winding haunts unearth'd, In endless mazes, intricate, perplex'd. Let all the thunder of the chase pursue.

Meantime, with sudden interruption, loud, Throw the broad ditch behind you ; o'er the hedge Th' impatient catch bursts from the joyous heart; High bound, resistless ; nor the deep morass That moment touch'd is every kindred soul; Refuse, but through the shaking wilderness And opening in a full

mouth'd cry of joy, Pick your nice way; into the perilous floud The laugh, the slap, the jocund curse, go round; Bear fearless, of the raging instinct full;

While, from their slumbers shook, the kennel'd And as you ride the torrent, to the banks

hounds Your triumph sound sonorous, running round, Mix in the music of the day again. From rock to rock, in circling echoes tost;

As when the tempest, that has vex'd the deep Then scale the mountains to their woody tops ; The dark night long, with fainter murmurs falls; Rush down the dangerous steep; and o'er the lawn, So gradual sinks their mirth. Their feeble tongues, In fancy swallowing up the space between, Unable to take up the cumbrous word, Pour all your speed into the rapid game,

Lie quite dissolvid. Before their maudlin eyes, For happy he! who tops the whecling chase ; Seen dim, and blue, the double tapers dance, Has every maze ovolv'd, and every guile

Like the Sun wading through the misty sky. Disclos'd; who knows the merits of the pack; Then sliding soft, they drop. Confus'd above, Who saw the vilain seiz'd, and dying hard, Glasses and bottles, pipes and gazetteers, Without complaint, though by an hundred mouths As if the table ev'n itself was drunk, Relentless torn: O glorious he, beyond

Lie a wet broken scene; and wide, below,
His daring peers! when the retreating horn Is heap'd the social slaughter; where astride
Galls them to ghostly halls of grey renown, The lubber power in filthy triumph sits,
With woodland honors grac'd ; the fox's fur, Slumberous, inclining still from side to side,
Depending decent from the roof; and spread And steeps them drench'd in potent sleep till morn
Round the drear walls, with antic figures fierce, Perhaps some doctor, of tremendous paunch,
The stag's large front: he then is loudest heard, Awful and deep, a black abyss of drink,
When the night staggers with severer toils, Outlives them all ; and from his buried flock
With feats Thessalian Centaurs never knew, Retiring, full of rumination sad,
And their repeated wonders shake the dome. Laments the weakness of these latter times.
But first the fuel'd chimney blazes wide ;

But if the rougher sex by this fierce sport
The tankards foam; and the strong table groans Is hurried wild, let not such horrid joy
Beneath the smoking sirloin, stretch'd immense E'er stain the bosom of the British fair.
From side to side; in which, with desperate knise, Far be the spirit of the chase from them!
They deep incision make, and talk the while Uncomely courage, unbeseeming skill;
Of England's glory, ne'er to be defac'd

To spring the fence, to rein the prancing steed; While hence they borrow vigor: or amain

The cap, the whip, the masculine attire ; Into the pasty plung'd, at intervals,

In which they roughen to the sense, and all If stomach keen can intervals allow,

The winning softness of their sex is lost. Relating all the glories of the chase.

In them 'tis graceful to dissolve at woe; Then sated Hunger bids his brother Thirst

With every motion, every word, to wave Produce the mighty bowl; the mighty bowl, Quick o'er the kindling cheek the ready blush ; Swellid high with fiery juice, steams liberal round And from the smallest violence to shrink A potent gale, delicious as the breath

Unequal, then the loveliest in their fears; or Maïa to the love-sick shepherdess,

And by this silent adulation, soft,
On violets diffus'd, while soft she hears

To their protection more engaging man.
Her panting shepherd stealing to her arms. O may their eyes no miserable sight,
Nor wanting is the brown October, drawn, Save weeping lovers, see! a nobler game,
Mature and perfect, from his dark retreat

Through Love's enchanting wiles pursued, yet filed Of thirty years; and now his honest front

In chase ambiguous. May their tender limbs Flames in the light refulgent, not afraid

Float in the loose simplicity of dress! Ev'n with the vineyard's best produce to vie. And, fashion'd all to harmony, alone

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Know they to seize the captivated soul,

New columns swell; and still the fresh Spring finds In rapture warbled from love-breathing lips; New plants to quicken, and new groves to green To teach the lute to languish ; with smooth step, Full of thy genius all! the Muses' seat: Disclosing motion in its every charm,

Where, in the secret bower, and winding walk,
To swim along, and swell the mazy dance; For virtuous Young and thee they twine the bay
To train the foliage o'er the snowy lawn; Here wandering ofi, fir’d with the restless thirst
To guide the pencil, turn the tuneful page ; of thy applause, I solitary court
To lend new flavor to the fruitful year,

Th’inspiring breeze: and meditate the book
And heighten Nature's dainties : in their race Of Nature ever open: aiming thence,
To rear their graces into second life;

Warm from the heart, to learn the moral song. To give society its highest taste;

Here, as I steal along the sunny wall, Well-order'd home man's best delight to make; Where Autumn basks, with fruit empurpled deep, And by submissive wisdorn, modest skill,

My pleasing theme continual prompis my thought : With every gentle care-eluding art,

Presents the downy peach ; the shining plum; To raise the virtues, animale the bliss,

The ruddy, fragrant nectarine; and dark, And sweeten all the toils of human life :

Beneath his ample leaf, the luscious fig. This be the female dignity and praise.

The vine, too, here her curling tenurils shoo's
Ye swains, now hasten to the hazel bank ; Hangs out her clusters, glowing to the south.
Where, down yon dale, the wildly-winding brook And scarcely wishes for a warmer sky.
Falls hoarse from sleep to steep. In close array, Turn we a moment Fancy's rapid flight
Fit for the thickets and the tangling shrub,

To vigorous soils, and climes of fai: extent,
Ye virgins come. For you their latest song Where. by the potent Sun elated high,
The woodlands raise; the clustering nuts for you The vineyard swells refulgent on the day:
The lover finds amid the secret shade;

Spreads o'er the vale ; or up the mountain e limbs,
And, where they burnish on the topmost bough, Profuse ; and drinks amid the sunny rocks,
With active vigor crushes down the tree ;

From cliff to cliff increas'd, the heightend blaze. Or shakes them ripe from the resigning husk, Low bend the weighty boughs. The clusters clea A glossy shower, and of an ardent brown, Half through the foliage seen, or ardent flame, As are the ringlets of Melinda's hair:

Or shine transparent; while perfection breathes Melinda! form'd with every grace complete, White o'er the turgent film the living dew. Yet these neglecting, above beauty wise,

As thus they brighten with exalted juice, And far transcending such a vulgar praise. Touch'd into flavor by the mingling ray ;

Hence from the busy joy-resounding fields, The rural youth and virgins o'er the field, In cheerful error, let us tread the maze

Each fond for each lo cull th' autumnal prime, Of Autumn, unconfin'd; and taste, revivid, Exuluing rove, and speak the vintage nigh. The breath of orchard big with bending fruit. Then comes the rrushing swain ; the country floats Obedient to the breeze and beating ray,

And foains unbounded with the mashy flood; From the deep-loaded bough a mellow shower That by degrees fermented and refin’d, Incessant melts away. The juicy year

Round iho rais'd nations pours the cup of joy :
Lies, in a soft profusion, scatter'd round.

The clarel smooth, red as the lip we press,
A various sweetness swells the gentle race; In sparkling fancy, while we drain the bowl;
By Nature's all-refining hand prepard ;

The mellow-tasted Burgundy; and quick, of temper'd sun, and water, earth, and air, As is the wit it gives, the gay Champagne. In ever-changing composition mixt.

Now by the cool declining year condens'd,
Such, falling frequent through the chiller night, Descend the copious exhalations, check'd
The fragrant stores, the wide projected heaps As up the middle sky unseen they stole,
Of apples, which the lusty-handed Year,

And roll the doubling fogs around the bill.
Innumerous, o'er the blushing orchard shakes. No more the mountain, horrid, vast, sublime,
A various spirit, fresh, delicious, keen,

Who pours a sweep of rivers from his sides, Dwells in their gelid pores ; and, active, points And high between contending kingdoms rears The piercing cider for the thirsty tongue :

The rocky long division, fills the view Thy nalive theme, and boon-inspirer too,

With great variety ; but in a night Philips, Pomona's bard, the second thou

Of gathering vapor, from the baffled sense Who nobly durst, in rhyme-unfetter'd verse,

Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far, With British freedom sing the British song : The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plaini How, from Silurian vats, high-sparkling wines Vanish the woods; the dim-seen river seems Foam in transparent floods ; some strong, to cheer Sullen, and slow, to roll the misty wave. The wintry revels of the laboring hind;

Evin in the height of noon opprest, the Sun And tasteful some, to cool the summer hours. Sheds weak, and blunt, his wide-refracted ray ;

In this glad season, while his sweetest beams Whence glaring oft, with many a broaden'd orb The Sun sheds equal o'er the meeken'd day; He frights the nations. Indistinct on Earth, Oh, lose me in the green delightful walks

Seen through the turbid air, beyond the life Of, Doddington, thy seat, serene, and plain; Objects appear; and, wilderd, o'er the waste Where simple Nature reigns; and every view, The shepherd stalks gigantic. Till at last Diffusive, spreads the pure Dorsetian downs, Wreath'd dun around, in deeper circles still In boundless prospect : yonder shagg'd with wood, Successive closing, sits the general fog, Here rich with harvest, and there white with flocks! Unbounded o'er the world ; and, mingling thick, Meantime the grandeur of thy lofty dome,

A formless grey confusion covers all. Far splendid, seizes on the ravish'd eye.

As when of old (so sung the Hebrew bard) New beauties rise with each revolving day; Lighi, uncollected, through the Chaos urg'd

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