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Stands a sad shatter'd trunk; and, stretch'd below,
the blasted cattle lie :
Here the soft flocks, with that fame harmless look
They wore alive, and ruminating still
In fancy's eye; and there the frowning bull,
And ox half-rais'd. Struck on the castled cliff,
The venerable tower and spiry fane
Refign their aged pride. The gloomy woods
Start at the flash, and from their deep recess,
Wide-flaming out, their trembling inmates shake.
Amid Carnarvon's mountains rages loud
The repercussive roar: with mighty crush,
Into the flashing deep, from the rude rocks
Of Penmanmaur heap'd hideous to the sky,
Tumble the smitten cliffs ; and Snowden's peak,
Diffolving, instant yields his wintry load.
Far-seen, the heights of heathy Cheviot blaze,
And Thulè bellows thro' her utmost isles.
Guilt hears appall’d, with deeply troubled thought.
And yet not always on the guilty head
Descends the fated flash. Young CELADON
And his Amelia were a matchless pair ;
With equal virtue form'd, and equal grace,
The fame, distinguish'd by their sex alone :
Hers the mild lustre of the blooming morn,
And his the radiance of the risen day.
They lov'd: but such their guileless paffion was,
As in the dawn of time inform'd the heart
Of innocence, and undiffembling truth.
'Twas friendship heightened by the mutual wish,
Th’enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow,
Beam’d from the mutual eye. Devoting all
To love, each was to each a dearer self;
Supremely happy in th' awakened power
Of giving joy. Alone, amid the shades,
Still in harmonious intercourse they liv'd
The rural day, and talk'd the flowing heart,
Or figh’d and look'd unutterable things.
So pass’d their life, a clear united stream,
By care unruffled; till, in evil hour,
The tempeft caught them on the tender walk,
Heedless how far, and where its mazes stray'd,
While, with each other blest, creative love
Still bade eternal Eden smile around.
Prefaging instant fate her bofom heav'd
Unwonted fighs, and stealing oft a look
Of the big gloom, on Celadon her eye
Fell tearful, wetting her disordered check.
In vain assuring love, and confidence
In Heaven, repress’d her fear; it grew, and shook Her frame near diffolution. He perceiv'd Th’unequal conflict, and as angels look On dying faints, his eyes compassion fhed, With love illumin’d high. “ Fear not,” he said, “ Sweet innocence! thou stranger to offence, “ And inward storm! He, who yon skies involves “ In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee “ With kind regard. O'er thee the secret shaft “ That wastes at midnight, or th’undreaded hour " Of noon, flies harmless : and that very voice, " Which thunders terror thro' the guilty heart, “ With tongues of seraphs whispers peace to thine. “ 'Tis safety to be near thee sure, and thus “ To clasp perfection!” From his void embrace, Mysterious Heaven! that moment, to the ground, A blackened corse, was struck the beauteous maid. But who can paint the lover, as he stood, Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life, Speechless, and fix'd in all the death of woe! So, faint resemblance! on the marble tomb, The well-dissembled mourner stooping stands, For ever silent, and for ever fad.
As from the face of heaven the shatter'd clouds Tumultuous rove, th' interminable sky
Sublimer swells, and o'er the world expands
A purer azure. Thro’ the lightened air
A higher lustre and a clearer calm,
Diffusive, tremble; while, as if in fign
Of danger past, a glittering robe of joy,
Set off abundant by the yellow ray,
Invests the fields; and nature smiles reviv'd.
'Tis beauty all, and grateful fong around,
Join'd to the low of kine, and numerous bleat
Of flocks thick-nibbling thro' the clover'd vale.
And shall the hymn be marr'd by thankless Man,
Moft-favour'd; who with voice articulate
Should lead the chorus of this lower world?
Shall he, fo foon forgetful of the hand
That hush'd the thunder, and serenes the sky,
Extinguish'd feel that spark the tempest wak'd,
That sense of powers exceeding far his own,
Ere yet his feeble heart has lost its fears ?
Cheer'd by the milder beam, the sprightly youth Speeds to the well-known pool, whose crystal depth A sandy bottom shews. A while he stands Gazing th’inverted landscape, half afraid To meditate the blue profound below; Then plunges headlong down the circling food. His ebon tresses, and his rosy cheek
and thro' the obedient wave,
At each short breathing by his lip repellid,
With arms and legs according well, he makes,
As humour leads, an easy-winding path ;
While, from his polish'd fides, a dewy light
Effuses on the pleas'd spectators round.
This is the purest exercise of health,
The kind refresher of the summer heats;
Nor, when cold Winter keens the brightening flood,
Would I weak-shivering linger on the brink.
Thus life redoubles, and is oft preserv’d,
By the bold swimmer, in the swift illapse
Of accident disastrous. Hence the limbs
Knit into force; and the same Roman arm,
That rose victorious o'er the conquer'd earth,
First learn’d, while tender, to subdue the wave.
Even, from the body's purity, the mind
Receives a secret sympathetic aid.
Close in the covert of an hazel cople, Where winded into pleafing folitudes Runs out the rambling dale, young Damon sat, Pensive, and pierc'd with love's delightful pangs. There to the stream that down the diftant rocks Hoarse-murmuring fell, and plaintive breeze that play'd Among the bending willows, falsely he