The sleeping fragrance from the ground; And lightly o'er the living scene Scatters his freshest, tenderest green.
New-born flocks, in rustic dance, Frisking ply their feeble feet; Forgetful of their wintry trance,
The birds his presence greet; But chief, the sky-lark warbles high His trembling thrilling esctasy
And, lessening from the dazzled sight, Melts into air and liquid light.
Smiles on past Misfortune's brow
Soft Reflection's hand can trace;
And o'er the cheek of Sorrow throw A melancholy grace;
While Hope prolongs our happier hour, Or deepest shades, that dimly lower And blacken round our weary way, Gilds with a gleam of distant day.
Still, where rosy Pleasure leads, See a kindred Grief pursue; Behind the steps that Misery treads, Approaching Comfort view;
The hues of Bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe; And blended form, with artful strife, The strength and harmony of Life.
See the Wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of Pain, At length repair his vigour lost,
And breathe and walk again;
The meanest flowret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common Sun, the air, the skies,
To him are opening Paradise.
Humble Quiet builds her cell,
Near the source whence Pleasure flows; She eyes the clear chrystalline well, And tastes it as it goes.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune; He had not the method of making a fortune;
Could love, and could hate, so was thought somewhat
No very great wit, he believed in a God.
A place or a pension he did not desire,
But left church and state to Charles Townshend and
Now golden Autumn from her open lap Her fragrant bounties showers; the fields are shorn; Inwardly smiling, the proud farmer views
The rising pyramids that grace his yard,
55 And counts his large increase; his barns are stored And groaning staddles bend beneath their load. All now is free as air, and the gay pack
In the rough bristly stubbles range unblamed; No widow's tears o'erflow, no secret curse 60 Swells in the farmer's breast, which his pale lips Trembling conceal, by his fierce landlord awed: But courteous now he levels every fence, Joins in the common cry, and halloos loud, Charmed with the rattling thunder of the field.
Oh bear me, some kind power invisible !
To that extended lawn, where the gay court View the swift racers, stretching to the goal; Games more renowned, and a far nobler train, Than proud Elean fields could boast of old.
Oh! were a Theban lyre not wanting here, And Pindar's voice, to do their merit right!
Or to those spacious plains, where the strained eye In the wide prospect lost, beholds at last, Sarum's proud spire, that o'er the hill ascends,
And pierces through the clouds. Or to thy downs, Fair Cotswold, where the well breathed beagle climbs With matchless speed, thy green aspiring brow, And leaves the lagging multitude behind.
Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail! Rejoiced I see thy purple mantle spread O'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way, And orient pearls from every shrub depend. Farewell, Cleora; here deep sunk in down, Slumber secure, with happy dreams amused, Till grateful steams shall tempt thee to receive Thy early meal, or thy officious maids, The toilet placed, shall urge thee to perform Th' important work. Me other joys invite, The horn sonorous calls, the pack awaked Their matins chaunt, nor brook my long delay.
My courser hears their voice; see there, with ears And tail erect, neighing he paws the ground; Fierce rapture kindles in his reddening eyes, And boils in every vein. As captive boys Cowed by the ruling rod and haughty frowns Of pedagogues severe, from their hard tasks If once dismissed, no limits can contain
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