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Cool, thro' the nerves, your pleafing comfort glides;
The heart beats glad; the fresh expanded eye
And ear refume their watch; the finews knit'; 475
And life fhoots fwift thro' all the lighten'd limbs.
Around th adjoining brook, that purls along
The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock,
Now fcarcely moving thro' a reedy pool,
Now farting to a fudden ftream, and Iow

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Gently diffus'd into a limpid plain;

A var ous groupe the herds and flocks compofe,

Rural contufion! On the grassy bank

Some ruminating lie; while others ftand

Half in the flood, and often bending fip

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The circling furface. In the middle droops

Te trong laborious ox, of honeft front,

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Which incompos'd he shakes; and from his fides
The troublous infects lathes with his tail,
Returning till. Amid his fubjects fafe,
Slumbers the monarch fwain; his careless arm
Thrown round his head, on downy mofs fuftain'd;
Here laid his ferip, with wholefome viands fill'd:
There, liftening every noife, his watchful dog.

Light fly his flumbers, if perchance a flight 495 Of angry gad-flies faften on the herd;

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That ftartling featters from the fhallow brook,
In fearch of lavish ftream. Toffing the foam,
They fcorn the keeper's voice, and fcour the plain,
Thro' all the bright feverity of noon;
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While, from their labouring breafts, a hollow moan
Proceeding, runs low-bellowing round the hills.
Oft in this feafon too the horse, provok'd,
While his big finews full of fp rits fwell,
Trembling with vigour, in the heat of blood,
Springs the high fence; and, o'er the field effus'd,
Darts on the gloomy flood, with ftedfast eye,
And heart eftrang'd to fear his nervous cheft,
Luxuriant, and erect, the feat of strength !
Bears down the oppofing stream: quenchless his thirst;
He takes the river at redoubled draughts;
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And with wide noftris, fnorting, fkims the wave.
Still let me pierce into the midnight depth
Of yonder grove, of wildeft largeft growth:

That,

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That, forming high in air a woodland quire,
Nods o'er the mount beneath. At every step,
Solemn and flow, the thadows blacker fall,
And all his awful liftening gloom around.
Thefe are the haunts of meditation, the e
The fcenes where ancient bards th' infpiring breath,
Extatic, felt; and, from this world retir'd,
Convers'd with angels, and immortal forms,
On gracious errands bent: to save the fall
Of virtue ftruggling on the brink of vice:

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In waking whispers, and repeated dreams,

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To hint pure thought, and warm the favour'd foul For future trials fated to prepare;

To prompt the poet, who devoted gives

His mufe to better themes; to foothe the pangs
Of dying worth, and from the patriot's breaft, 530
(Backward to mingle in detefted war,

But foremoft when engag'd) to turn the death;
And numberless fuch offices of love,
Daily and nightly zealous to perform.

Shook fudden from the bofom of the sky,
A thousand shapes or glide athwart the dusk,
Or ftalk majestic on. Deep-rous'd, I feel
A facred terror, a fevere delight,

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Creep thro' my mortal frame; and thus, methinks,
A voice, than human more, th' abstracted ear
Of faney flrikes. "Be not of us afraid,

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"Poor kindred man! thy fellow creatures, we "From the fame Parent-power our beings drew, "The fame our Lord, and laws, and great purfuit. "Once fome of us, like thee, thro' ftormy life, 545 "Toil'd, tempeft-beaten, ere we could attain "This holy calm, this harmony of mind, "Where purity and peace immingle charms. "Then fear not us; but with refponfive fong, "Amid thefe dim receffes, undisturb'd "By noify folly and difcordant vice, "Of Nature fing with us, and Nature's God. "Here frequent, at the vifionary hour, "When mufing midnight reigns or filent noon, "Angelic harps are in full concert heard,

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And voices chaunting from the wood-crown'd hill,

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"The deepening dale, or inmoft fylvan glade;
"A privilege beftow'd by us, alone,
"On contemplation, or the hallow'd ear
"Of poet, fwelling to feraphic ftrain."

And art thou, Stanley, of that facred band?
Alas, for us too foon! -Tho' rais'd above
The reach of human pain, above the flight
Of human joy; yet, with a mingled ray

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Of fadly-pleas'd remembrance, muft thou feel 565
A mother's love, a mother's tender woe:
Who feeks thee ftill, in many a former fcene;
Seeks thy fair form, thy lovely-beaming eyes,
Thy pleafing converse, by gay lively sense
Infpir'd: where moral wifdom mildly thone, 570
Without the toil of art; and virtue glow'd,
In all her fmiles, without forbidding pride.
But, O thou beft of parents! wipe thy tears;
Or rather to Parental Nature pay

The tears of grateful joy, who for a while
Lent thee this younger felf, this opening bloom
Of thy enlighten'd mind and gentle worth.
5 Believe the Mufe: the wintry blaft of death

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Kills not the buds of virtue; no, they fpread,
Beneath the heavenly beam of brighter funs,
Thro' endless ages, into higher powers.

Thus up the mount, in airy vifion rapt,

5 I ftray, regardless whither; till the found Of a near fall of water every sense

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Wakes from the charm of thought: fwift-fhrinking

1 check my steps, and view the broken scene. 586 Smooth to the fhelving brink a copious flood

54 Rolls fair, and placid; where collected all,
In one impetuous torrent, down the steep
It thundering fhoots, and thakes the country round.
At first, an azure fheet, it ruthes broad;
Then whitening by degrees, as prone it falls,

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And from the loud refounding rocks below
Dafh'd in a cloud of foam, it fends aloft
A hoary mift, and forms a ceaseless shower.

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A young lady, well known to the author, who died

at the age of eighteen, in the year 1738. C

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Nor can the tortur'd wave here find repofe
But, raging till, amid the thaggy rocks,
Now fathes o'er the scatter'd fragments, now
Aflant the hollowed channel rapid darts;
And falling faft from gradual flope to flope,
With wild infracted courfe, and leffen'd roar,
It gains a fafer bed, and steals, at laft,
Along the mazes of the quiet vale.

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Invited from the cliff, to whofe dark brow He clings, the fteep-afcending eagle foars, With upward pinions, thro' the Hood of day; And, giving full his bofom to the blaze, Gains on the fun; while all the tuneful race, Smit by afflictive noon, diforder'd droop, Deep in the thicket, or, from bower to bower 610 Refponfive, force an interrupted ftrain.

The flock-dove only thro' the foreft coos,

Mournfully hoarfe; oft ceafing from his plaint,
Short interval of weary woe! again

The fad idea of his murder'd mate,

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Struck from his fide by favage fowler's guile,
Acrofs his fancy comes; and then refounds
A louder fong of forrow thro the grove.
Befide the dewy border let me fit,
All in the frethnefs of the humid air;
There in that hollow'd rock, grotefque and wild,
An ample chair mofs-lin'd, and over head
By flowering umbrage fhaded; where the bee
Strays diligent, and with th' extracted balm
Of fragrant wood- bine 1 ads his little thigh.

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Now, while I tafte the fweetness of the shade, While Nature lies around deep-lull'd in Noon, Now come, bold Fancy, fpread a daring fight, And view the wonders of the torrid zone: Climes unrelenting! with whofe rage compar'd, 630 Yon blaze his feeble, and yon fkies are cool, Sce, how at once the bright effulgent fun,

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Rifing direct, fwift chafes from the ky
The short-liv'd twilight; and with ardent blaze
Looks gayly fierce o'er all the dazzling air;
He mounts his throne; but kind before him fends,
Miuing from out the portals of the morn,

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The general breeze, to mitigate his fire,

And breathe refreshment on a fainting world. 639 Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crown'd And barbarous wealth, that fee, each circling year, ba Returning Juns and double fafons pass :

Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines,
That on the high equator ridgy rife,

Whence many a bursting ftream auriferous plays:
Majeftic woods, of every vigorous green,

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Stage above stage, high-waving o'er the hills;
Or to the far horizon wide diffus'd,

A boundless deep immensity of fhade.
Here lofty trees, to antient fong unknown,
The noble fons of potent heat and floods

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6 Prone-rufhing from the clouds, rear high to heaven
Their thorny flems, and broad around them throw
Meridian gloom. Here, in eternal prime,
Unnumber'd fruits, of keen delicious taste
And vital fpirit, drink amid the cliffs,
And burning fands that bank the shrubby vales,
Redoubled day, yet in their rugged coats
A friendly juice to cool its rage contain.

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Bear me, Pomona! to thy citron groves;
To where the lemon and the piercing lime,
With the deep orange, glowing thro' the green,
Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclin'd
Beneath the fpreading tamarind that thakes,
Fan'd by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit.
Deep in the night the maffy locuft fheds,
Quench my hot limbs; or lead me thro' the maze,
Embowering endless, of the Indian fig;
Or thrown at gayer ease, on fome fair brow,
Let me behold, by breezy murmurs cool'd,

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Which blowus conftantly between the Tropics from the eaft, or the collateral points, the north-east and foutbeaft caufed by the preffure of the rarified air on that before it, according to the diurnal motion of the fun from east to west.

+ In all places between the Tropics, the fun, as be faffes and repaffes in bis annual motion, is twice a year perpendicular, which produces this effect. C 2

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