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And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw ;
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough briar,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
In those freckles live their savours:
Bow themselves, when he did sing:
To his music, plants, and flowers,
There had been a lasting spring.
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
81 The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream, And greedily devour the treacherous bait. 6-ii. l.
The Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic, and the Hellespont. 37-iii. 3.
83 Time's ruin, beauty's wreck, and grim care's reign; Her cheeks with chaps and wrinkles were disguised; Of what she was, no semblance did remain: Her blue blood changed to black in every vein,
Wanting the spring that those shrunk pipes had fed, .
-like lamps, whose wasting oil is spent, Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent: Weak shoulders overborne with burd’ning grief; And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine That droops his sapless branches to the ground:Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb, Unable to support this lump of clay,– Swift-winged with desire to get a grave. 21-ü. 5.
With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would, With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie Without a monument!) bring thee all this; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse.
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
Fear no more the frown o' the great,
a The red-breast. Probably a corrupt reading for wither round thy corse.
"The sceptre, learning, physic, must
Fear no more the light'ning flash,
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
87 I will rob Telluse of her weeds, *To strew thy green with flowers; the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds, Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, While summer days do last.
88 How use doth breed a habit in a man! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns; Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record my woes. O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, Leave not the mansion so long tenantless; Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall, And leave no memory of what it was! 2—7.4.
How fearful And dizzy ’tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Shew scarce so gross as beetles: half way down, Hangs one that gathers samphire;s dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice: and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock;h her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge, That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
d Seal the same contract. e Earth.
f Daws. & A vegetable gathered for pickling. b Her cock-boat
Cannot be heard so high: I'll look no more;
92 These things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. 7-iv. 1.
93 Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The season's difference; as, the icy fang, "And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,This is no flattery: these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
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Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside,
j Hangs. 1 i.e. This chalky boundary of England.
k Whims. m Shrill-throated.