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XXXII.

'Tis but the church-yard of the night,

An emblematic bed!

That offers to the mental sight
The temporary dead.

XXXIII.

From hence I'll penetrate in thought
The grave's unmeasur'd deep;
And tutor'd hence be timely taught
To meet my final sleep.

XXXIV.

'Tis peace!---(The little chaos past!)
The gracious moon's restor❜d!
A breeze succeeds the frightful blast
That thro' the forest roar'd.

XXXV.

The nightingale, a welcome guest!
Renews her gentle strains;

And Hope, just wand'ring from my breast,
Her wonted seat regains.

XXXVI.

Yes---When yon lucid orb is dark,

And darting from on high,

My soul, a more celestial spark!

Shall keep her native sky.

XXXVII.

Fann'd by the light---the lenient breeze,

My limbs refreshment find;

And moral rhapsodies like these

Give vigour to the mind.

A LANDSCAPE.

Rura mihi et irrigui piaceant in vallibus amnes.

VIRG.

I.

Now that summer's ripen'd bloom
Frolics where the winter frown'd,
Stretch'd upon these banks of broom,
We command the Landscape round.

II.

Nature in the prospect yields

Humble dales and mountains bold, Meadows, woodlands, heaths---and fields Yellow'd o'er with waving gold.

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Goats upon that frowning steep,

Fearless, with their kidlings brouse;

Here a flock of snowy sheep,

There an herd of motley cows.

IV.

On the uplands, ev'ry glade
Brightens in the blaze of day;
O'er the vales the sober shade

Softens to an ev'ning grey.

V.

Where the rill by slow degrees

Swells into a crystal pool,

Shaggy rocks and shelving trees
Shoot, to keep the waters cool.

VI.

Shiver'd by a thunderstroke

From the mountain's misty ridge,

O'er the brook a ruin'd oak

Near the farm-house forms a bridge.

VII.

On her breast the sunny beam
Glitters in meridian pride,
Yonder as the virgin stream
Hastens to the restless tide.---

VIII.

Where the ships by wanton gales
Wafted o'er the green waves run,

Sweet to see their swelling sails
Whiten'd by the laughing Sun.

IX.

High upon the daisy'd hill,

Rising from the slope of trees,

How the wings of yonder mill

Labour in the the busy breeze !--

X.

Cheerful as a summer's morn,.

Bouncing from her loaded pad,

Where the maid presents her corn,
Smirking to the miller's lad.

XI.

O'er the green a festal throng
Gambols in fantastic trim,
As the full cart moves along:
Hearken!--'tis the harvest hymn.

XII.

Linnets on the crowded sprays Chorus---and the woodlarks rise,

Soaring with a song of praise

Till the sweet notes reach the skies.

XIII.

Torrents in extended sheets

Down the cliffs dividing break; 'Twixt the hills the water meets, Settling in a silver lake.

XIV.

From his languid flocks the swain,
By the sun-beams sore opprest,
Plunging on the wat❜ry plain,
Plows it with his glowing breast.

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Where the mantling willows nod From the green bank's slopy side, Patient, with his well-thrown rod Many an angler breaks the tide.

XVI.

On the isles, with osiers drest,

Many a fair-plum'd halcyon breeds

Many a wild bird hides her nest,
Cover'd in yon crackling reeds.

XVII.

Fork-tail'd prattlers, as they pass
To their nestlings in the reck,
Darting on the liquid glass,

Seem to kiss the mimick'd flock.

XVIII.

Where the stone-cross lifts its head,
Many a saint and pilgrim hoar
Up the hill was wont to tread,
Barefoot, in the days of yore.
J XIX.

Guardian of a sacred well,

Arch'd beneath yon rev'rend shades,

Whilom in that shatter'd cell

Many an hermit told his beads.

XX.

Sultry mists surround the heath
Where the Gothic dome appears,
O'er the trembling groves beneath,
Tott'ring with a load of years.

XXI.

Turn to the contrasted scene,

Where, beyond these hoary piles,

Gay upon the rising green,

Many an Attic building smiles.

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