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How various greens in faint degrees

Full many a melancholy night Tinge the tall groups of various trees;

Hc watch'd the slow return of light; While, careless of the changing year,

And fought the pow'rs of Neep The pine cerulean, never fear,

To spread a momentary calm Towers distinguish'd from the rest,

O'er his fad couch, and in the balm And proudly vaunts her winter vest.

Of blandoblivion's dews his burning eyes to steep. Within some whispøring ofier isle,

Full oft, unknowing and unknown, Where Glym's low banks neglected smile; He wore his endless noons alone, And each trim meadow ftill retains

Amid th’autumnal wood: The wint'ry torrent's oozy Itains :

Oft was he wont, in hafty fit, Beneath a willow, long forsook,

Abrupt the social board to quit, [Hond. The fisher seeks his custom'd nook;


with And bursting thro' the crackling fedge

eager glance upon the tunbling That crowns the current's cavern'd edge,

Beck’ning the wretch to torments new, He kartles from the bord'ring wood

Despair, for ever in his view, The bashtul wild-duck's early brood.

A fpe&tre pale, appear'd; O'er the broad downs, a novel race,

While, as the shades of eve arose Frisk the lambs, with fault'ring pace,

And brought the day's unwelcome close, And, with eager bleatings, fill

More horrible and huge her giant-shape she The fors that skirts the beacon'd hill.

rear'd. His free-born vigour yet unbroke

• Is this,' mistaken Scorn will cry, To lordly man's usurping yoke,

• Is this the youth, whole genius high The bounding colt forgets to play:

• Could build the genuine rhime? Balking beneath the noontide ray,

• Whose bofom mild the favoring Muse And stretch'd among the daisies pride

· Had stor'd with all her ample views, Of a green dingle's sloping side :

Parent of faireft deeds, and purposes sublime?' While far beneath, where nature spreads

Ah! from the Muse that borom mild,
Her boundless length of level ineads,
In loose luxuriance taught to stray,

By treach'rous magic, was beguild,

To ftrike the deathful blow:
A thousand tumbling rills inlay
With silver veins the vale, or pass

She fillid his soft ingenuous mind

With many a feeling too refin'd, (woe! Redundant thro' the sparkling grass. Yet, in these presages rude,

And rous'd to livelier pangs his wakeful lente of Midst her pensive folitude,

Tho' duom'd hard penury to prove, Fancy, with prophetic glance,

And the sharp stings of hopeless love, Sees the teeming months advance;

To griefs congenial prone, The field, the forest, green and gay,

More wounds than nature gave he knews The dappled slope, the tedded hay's

While misery's form his fancy drew Secs the reddening orchard blow,

In dark ideal hues, and horrors not its own. The harvest wave, the vintage flows

Then wish not o'tr his carthly tomb Sees June unfold his glossy robe

The baleful nightshade's lurid bloom Of thousand hues o'er all the globe;

To drop its deadly dew: Sees Ceres grasp her crown of corn,

Nor oh! forbid the twisted thom, And plenty load her ample horn.

That rudely binds his turf forlorn • Canew,

With spring's green-swelling bunch, to yegetace $67. Ode. The Suicide. T. WARTON.

What tho' no marble-piled bult BENEATH the beech, whose branches bare,

Adorn his defolated duct Smit with the lightning's livid glare,

With speaking sculpture wmught! O'erhang the craggy road,

Pity thall won the weeping Nine And whifle hollow as they waves

To build a visionary thrine, [brought. Within a solitary grave,

Hung with unfading flow'rs, from fairy regions A wretched Suicide holds his accurs'd abode. What tho' refus'd cach chanted rite! Lowr'd the grim morn, in murky dies

Here viewless mourners shall delight Damp mists involvd the scowling skies,

To touch the shadowy shell: and dimm'd the struggling day;

And Petrarch's harp, that wept the doom As by the brook that lingʻring laves

Of Laura, lost in early bloom, Yon ruth-grown moor with fable waves, In melancholy tones thall ring his pensive knell Full of the dark refolve he took his fullen way. To sooth a lone, unhallow'd shade, I mark'd his desultorv pace,

This votive dirge fad duty paid, His gestures strange, and varying face,

Within an ivy'd nook : With many a mutter'd sound;

Sudden the half-funk orb of day And ah! too late aghaft I view'd

More radiant shot its parting ray, The reeking blade, the hand embru’d: And thus a cherub-voice my chara'd attention He fell, and groaning gralp'd in agony the ground. took.


• Forbear,

• Forbear, fond bard, thy partial praise ; Who, musing, waste the summer hour, • Nor thus for guilt in fpecious lays

Where high o'er-arching trees embow's • The wreath of glory twine :

The grally lane, so rarely paced, • In vain with hues of gorgeous glow With azure flow'rets idly grac'd!

• Gay Fancy gives her veft to flow, [confine. Unnotic'd noe, at twilighi's dawn • L'olefs Truth's matron-hand the Hosting folds Returning reapers crofs the laun:

Nor fond attention loves to note • Just Heav'n, man's fortitude to proves Purnits thro' lite at large to rove

The wether's bell, from folds remote !

While own'd by no poetic eye, "The tribes of heil-born woe : " Yet the fame Pow'r that wilely fends

Thy pensive ev’ning Thade the sky! Life's fierceft ills, indulgent lends [foe: For lo! the bard who rapture found • Religion's goiden ihield to break th'embattled From ev'ry rural light or found;

Whole genius warm, and judgment chile • Her aid divine had lullid to rest

No charm of gepuine båture past; • Yon foul felf-murd'ıer's throbbing breast,

Who felt the Muse's parest fires, • And itay'd the rising storm :

Far from thy favour'd haunt rezires : • Had bade the fun of hope appear

Who peopled all thy vocal bow'rs • To gild the darken'd hemisphere, {forin.

With thadowy Mapes and airy pow'rs. • And give the wontud bloom to nature's blafted

Behold, a dread repose rclumes, • Vain inan! 'uis Heaven's prerogative As erst, thy fad fequefter'd gleams! • To zake, what fisit it deign'd to give,

From the deep dell, where shaggy 7200 Thy tributary breath :

Fringe the rough brink with wrearned moeting ''In awful expectation placid,

Th’un willing genius flies forlorn, Await thy doom, nor impious haste

His primrole chaplet rudely torn. • To pluck from God's right hand his inftru- With hollow shrick the nymphs forsake "ments of death;'

Thë pathlefs copte and hedge-row brake;
Wliere the delv'd mountain's headlong sa

Its chalky entrails opens wide.
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fuvourite Village in Himfire. No longer echo loves to lie.


No pearl-crown'd maids, with wilę lonk,

Rife beck’ning from the reedy brock. A

H, incurn thy for'd retreat! No more Around the glow-woim's glimm'riog tai

Shall clallic fteps thy fcencs explore ! No fairies run in fiery rank; 15.en morn's pale rays but faintly poup Nor brush, half-leen, in airy tread, Wer vonder oak-crown'd airy steep,

The violet's unprinted head. to now thali climb its brows, to vien Bue fancy, froin the chickets brown, Thiy length of landskaps ever new;

The glades that wear a contcious frown, Where Suinmer fing3, in careters pride, The foictt-oaks, that pale and lone, Her vary'd vetture far and wide!

Nod to the blait with hoarfer tone, Who mark, beneath, cach village-charm, Rough glens, and fullen waterfalls, Or grange, or elm-encircled farin:

Her bright idcal offspring calls, The t'inty dove-cote's crowded roof,

So by fome sage inchanter's spell Watch'd by the kite that fails aloof:

(As old Arabian fablers tell) The tufted pines, whose umbrage tall

Amid the folitary wild, Darkens the long deferred hall:

Luxuriant gardens gaily finilid: The vetran beech, that on the plain

From fapphire rocks the fountains ftrem'd; Policêts at creihe pia: ful train:

With golden fruit the branches beam'd; The cot that linckes with cariy fire,

Fair forms, in ev'ry wonderous wood, The low-roof'd fane's turbofom'd tpire ! Or lightly tripp'd, or solern food; vho now thall indolently stray

And oft, retreating from the view, Thro' the deep furcit's tangled way;

Betrag'd, at ditrance, beauties new; Pleas'd at his custom' tafk to find

While gleaining o'er the crifped bow'rs The well-known hoari-tretied hind,

Rich Ipires aroce, and sparkling cow'rs. Thit soils wiin feeble hands, to glean

If bound on fervice new to go, of wither'd boaghs bis pittance mean!

The mafter of the magic fhow Who mid thy nouks of hazle fit,

His transitory charm withdrew, Lot in time melancholy fit;

Away th’illufive landicape flow: And lift'ning to the raven's croak,

Dun clouds obfcur'd the groves of golu, The distant fail, the falling oak!

Blue lightning finote the blooming mold; Who, thro’ the sunshine and the pow'r, In visionary glory rear'd, Descry the rainbow-painted tow'r ?

The gorgeous castle disappearid: TVho, wand'ring at return of May,

And a bare heath's unfruitful plain watch the firkt cuckow's vernal lay?

Ufurp'd the wizard's proud demain

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My little knowledge with my country share, BOOK I. AIR.


you the rich Asclepian stores unlock, DAUGHTER of Pæon, queen of ev'ry joy, And, with new graces, dignify the theme.

Hygeia*; whose indulgent smile sustains Ye who, amid this ferpoill world, would wear The various race luxuriant nature pours, A body free of pain, of cares a mind, And on th'immortal effences beitows

Fly the rank city, fhun its turbid air ; Immo tal youth, aulpicious, O descend !

Breathe not the chaos of crernal lioke Thou cheerful guardian of the rolling year, And volatilc corruption, from the dead, Whether thou wanton'st on the western gale, The dying, fick’ning, and the living world Or shak'st the rigid pinions of the north, Exhai'd, to fully heav'n's transparent doine Diffusest life and siguur thro' the tracts

With dim mortality. It is not Air Of air, thro' earth, and ocean's deep domain ! That from a thousand lungs recks back to thine, When thro’ the blue ferenity of heav'n

Sated with exhalations rank and fell, Thy pow'r approaches, all the wasteful host The spoil of dunghills, and the putrid thaw Of pain and fickness, fqualid and deform'd, Of nature, when from íhape and rexture the Confounded sink into the loathfome gloom, Relapses into fighting elements : Where, in deep Erebus involv'd, the fiends It is not Air, but floats a nauseous mass Grow more profane. Whatever shapes of death, Of all obicene, corrupt, offensive things. Shook from the hideous chambers of the globe,' Much moisture hurts's but here a fordid bath, Suvarm thro’the fhudd'ring air; whatever plagues With oily rancour fraught, relaxes more Or mcagre famine breeds, or with now wings The solid frame than simple moisture can. Rite from the putrid wat’ry element,

Besides, immurd in many a fullen bay The damp waste forest, motionless and rank, That never felt the freshness of the breeze, That (mothers earth and all the breathlets winds, This flumb'ring Detp remains, and ranker grows Or the vile carnage of th'inhuman field; With fickly rett: and (tho' the lungs abhor Whatever baneful breathes the rotten fouth ; To drink thc dun fuligincus abyss) Whatever ills th'extremnes or sudden change Did not the acid vigour of the mine, Of cold and hot, or moist and dry product,

Rolld from 10 many thund'ring chimneys, tamne They Ay thy pure effulgence : they, and all The putrid fteams that over-twarm the sky, The secret poisons of avenging Heav'n,

This caustic venem would, perhaps, corrode And all the pale tribes halting in the train Those tender cells that draw the vital air, Of vice and heedless pleasure : or if aught In vain with all their unetuous rills bedew'd, The comet's glare amid the burning ky, Or by the drunkon venous tubes, that yawn Mournful eclipfe, or planets ill-coinbin'd, In countless pores o'er all the pervious skin, Portend disastrous to the vital world,

Imbib'd, would poison the ballamic blood, Thy salutary pow'r averts their rage,

And roule the heart to ev'ry fever's rage. Averts the gen'ral bane : and, but for thee, While yet you breathe, away; the rural wilds Nature would ficken, nature soon would die. Invite ; the inountains call you, and the vales ; Without thy cheerful active energy

The woods, the streains, and eachambrolial breeze No rapture twells the breast, no poet sings,

That fans the ever-undulating sky; No more the maids of Helicon delight!

A kindly sky! whole fost'ring pow'r regales Come then with me, O goddess heav'nly-gay! Man, beast, and all the vegetable reign. [imiles Begin the song, and let it firectly flow;

Find then some woodland foene where Nature And let it wilcly teach thy wholesome laws Benign, where all her honest children thrive. " How best the ficklc fabric to fupport

To us there wants not many a happy fcat ; “Of mortal inan ; in healthful body, how

Look round the finiling land, such numbers rise "A healthful mind the longest to maintain." We hardly fix, bewilder'd in our choice. 'Tis hard, in such a strife of rules, to chule Sce where, enthron’d in adamantine ftatc, The best, and those of inuft extensive use ; Proud of bier bards, imperial Windfor fits; Harder in clcar and animated song

There chuse thy feat, in some aspiring glove Dry philofophic precepts to convey.

Fast by the slowly-wirdiny Thaines; or where Yet, with thy aidh, the secret wilds I trace

Broader the lovce fair Richmond's green retreats Of natures and, with daring steps, proceed (Richmond that ices an hundred villas rise, Thro' paths the Mules never trod before. Rural or gay). O! from the summer's rage,

Nor should I wander doubtful of my way, O! wrap me in the friendly gloom that hides Had I the lights of that sagacious mind L'mbrageous Ham! But if the busy Town Which taught to check the peftilential fire,

Attracts thee ftill to coil for pow'r or gold, And quell the deadly Python of the Nile. Sweetly thou may'it thy vacint hours poffefs O thou, belov’d by all the graceful arts, In Hampstead, courted by the western wind; Thou, long the fav’rite of the healing pow'rs, Or Greenwich, waving o'er the winding flood; Indulge, 0 Mead! a well-design'd cilay, Or lose the world amid the sylvan wilds

* Hygeia, the goddess of health, was, according to the genealogy of the heat hen deities, the daughter of Asculapius; who, as well as Apollo, was distinguitbed by the name of Puun.


Oi Dulwich, yet by barb'rous acts unspoil'd. But as the pow'r of chusing is deny'd
Green rile the Kentish hills in cheerful air ; To half mankind, a further task cnsues ;
But on the marthy plains that Eflex spreads How best to mitigate these fell extremes,
Build not, nor seft too long thy wand'ring feet; How brcathe unhurt the with’ring element,
lor on a rustic throne of dewy turf,

Or hazy atmosphere : Tho' custom moulds
With haneful fogs her aching temples bound, To ev'ry clime the foft Promethean clay;
Quartana there presides : a incagre fiend, And he who first the fogs of Esex breath'd
Regot by Eurus, when his brutal force

(So kind is native air) may in the feas Compressed the flothful Naiad of the fens. Of Ellex from invet’rate ills revive, From such a mixture iprung, this fitful peft At pure Montpelier or Bermuda caught ! With fev'rish blasts fubdues the fick'ning land : But if the raw and oozy heav'n offend, Cold treinors come, with mighty love of rest, Correct the foil, and dry the sources up Convulsive yawnings, laflitude, and pains Of wat'ry exhalation ; wide and deep That sting the burthen'd brows, fatigue the loins, Conduct your trenches thro' tlie quaking bog; And rack the joints, and ev'ry torpid limb; Solicitous, with all your winding arts, Then parching licat succeeds, till copious (weats Betray thi’ur tvilling lake into the stream; O’erflow: a short relief from former ills. And weed ve forest, and invoke the winds Beneath repeated thocks the wretches pinc; To break the toils where strangled vapours lie; The vigour finks, the habit melts away ; Or thro' tire thickets send the crackling flames. The cheerful, pure, and animated bloom Meantime, at home with cheerful fires dispel Dies from the face with fqualid atrophy The huinid air : And let your table firoke Devour'd, in fallow mclancholy clad.

With folid roast or bald; or what the herds And oft the forc'ress, in her fated wrath, Of tamer breed supply; or what the wilds Religns them to the furies of her train ; Yield to the toilfome pleasures of the chace. The bloated Hydrops, and the yellow fiend Gen’rous your wine, the boaft of rip'ning years, Ting'd with her own accumulated gall. But frugal be your cups ; thc languid frame;

In quest of sites, avoid the mournful plain Vapid and sunk from yesterday's debauch, Wheie osiers thrive, and trees that love the lake; Shrinks from the cold embrace of wat'ry heav'ns. Where many lazy muddy rivers Aow :

But neither thefi, nor all Apollo's arts, Nor, for the wealth that all the Indies roll; Disarm the dangers of the dropping íky, Fix near the marthy margin of the inain ; Unless with exercile and manly toil [blood. For from the humid foil and wat'ry reign, You brace your nerves, and fpur the lagging Eternal vapours the Ipungy air

The Piatt'ning clime fet all the tons of cale For ever weeps ; or, turgid with the weight Avoid : if Indolence would wish to live, Of waters, pours a founding deluge down. Go, yawn and loiter out the long Now year Skies such as thçle let ev'ry mortal thun In fairer skies. If droughty regions parch Who dreads the droply, palsy, or the gout, The skin and lungs, and bake the thick'ning blood, Tertian, corrosive scurvy, or moist catarrh ; Deep in the waving forest chuse your feat, Or any other injury that grows

Where fuming trees refreth the thirsty air, From raw-spun fibres idle and unftrung, And tvake the fountains from their lécret beds, Skin ill-peripiring, and the purple flood And into lakes dilate the rapid ftream. In languid eddies loit'ring into phlegm.

Here spread your gardens wide ; and let the cool, Yet not alone from humid skies wc pine ; The moist, relaxing, vegetable store For air may be too dry. The subtle heav'n, Prevail in cach repaft: Your food supply'd That windows into duft thc blafted downs, By bleeding life, be gently wasted down, Bare and extendre wide without a stream, Bý toft decoction and a mellowing heat, Too fast imbibes tlı’atronuaud lymph,

To liquid balm ; or, if the folid inals Which, by the furface, from the blood exhalcs. You chute, tormented in the boiling wave; The lungs grow rigid, and with soil efray That, through the thirty channels of the blood, Their flexible vibrations; or infiam'd,

A lirooth duteel chyle inay ever flow ; Their tender ever-inoving structure thaws. The fragrant dairy, from its cold recets, Spoil'd of its limpid vehicle, the blood

Its nectar acid or benign will pour A mass of Icey remains, a drofly tide

To drown your thirti; or lct the mantling bow] That, Ilow as Lethe, wanders thro' the veins ; Of keen Sherbet the fickle talk relieve; Voalive in the services of life,

For with the riscous blood the limple stream l'otit to lead its pitchy current thro'

Will hardly mingle ; and fermented cups The secret mazy channels of the brain. Oft difsipate more moisture than they give: The melancholy Fiend (that worfi despair Yet when pæle seafons rise, or winter rolls Of phyfic) hence the rult-complexion d man His horrors o'er the world, thou may'it indulge Purlues, whose blood is dry, whole fibres gain In fealis more genial,

and impatient broach Too Gretchd a tone: And hence in climes aduk The mellow cask. Then too the scourging air So fudden tumults teize the trembling nerves, Provokes po kuener coils than fultry droughts And burning fovers glony with double rage. Allow. But rarely we such skies blafpheme,

Fly, if you can, thete violent extremes Sicep'd in continuat rains, or'with raw fogs Of air; the wholesome is nor muift nor diy. Bedew'd, our feafuns droop: incumbent Hill

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A pond'rous heav'n o'erwhelms the finking soul, Dry be your house; but airy more than warm.
Lab'ring with storms, in hrapy mountains rife Elle ev'ry breath of ruder wind will strike
Th'imbattled clouds, as if the Stygian fhades Your tender body thro' with rapid pains;
Had left the dungeon of eternal night,

Fierce coughs will teaze you, hoarseness bind Till, black with thunder, all the South descends.

your voice, Scarce in a show'rless day the heav'ns indulge Or moiti Gravedo load your aching brows. Our melting clime, except the baleful East These to defy, and all the fates that dwell Withers the tender fpring, and fourly checks In cloister'd air, tainted with steaming life, The fancy of the year. Our fathers talk Let lofty cielings grace your ample rooms ;Of summers, balmy airs, and skies serene. And still at azure noontide may your dome Good Heav'n ! for what unexpiated crimes Ac ev'ry window drink the liquid sky. This dismal change! The brooding elements, Need we the funny situation here, Do they, your pow'rful ministers of wrath, And thcatres open to the south, commend ; Prepare fome fierce exterminating plague ? Here, where the morning's misty breath infesta Or is it fix'd in the decree, above

More than the corrid noon, how fickly grow, That lofty Albion melt into the main ?

How palc, the plants in those ill-fated vales Indulgent nature ! O diffolve this gloom! That, circled round with the gigantic heap. Bind in eternal adamant the winds

Of mountains, never felt, nor ever hope That drown or wither : Give the genial W'cft To feel, the genial vigour of the fun! To breathe, and in its turn the sprightly North; While on the neighb'ring hill the role inflames And may once more the circling scafons rule The verdant fpring; in virgin beauty blows The year; not mix in ev'ry monstrous day! The tender lily, languilhingly fiveet ;

Meantime, the moist malignity to fhun (paign | O'er ev'ry hedge the wanton woodbine roves, Of burthen'd skies, mark where the dry cham- And autumn ripens in the summer's ray. Swells into cheerful hills; where marjoram Nor less the warmer living tribes demand And thyme, the love of bees, perfume the air ; The foft'ring fun, whose energy divine And where the *cynorrhodon with the role Dwells not in mortal fire; whole geu'rous heat For fragrance vies; for in the thirsty foil Glows thro' the mass of grofler elements, Most fragrant breathe the aromatic tribes. And kindles into life the pond'rous spheres. There bid thy roofs high on the balking ftecp Cheer'd by thy kind invigorating warmth, Ascend ; there light thy hospitable fires, We court thy beams, grcar Majesty of Day! And let them see the winter inorn arife;

If not the foul, the regent of this world,
The summer ev'ning blushing in the west: First-born of heav'n, and only less than God!
While with umbrageous oaks the ridge behind
O'erhung, defends you from the bluft'ring north,
And bleak affliction of the peevith east. $ 70. The Art of preserving Health. ARMSTRONG.
O! when the growling winds contend, and all

Book II. DIET.
The founding forest fluctuates in the storm;
To link in warm repole, and hear the din ENOUGH of Air.

A defart fubje&t now, Howl o'er the steady battlements, delights

Rougher and wilder, rises to my fight. Above the luxury of vulgar leep:

A barren waste, where pot a garland grows The murm’ring riv'let, and the hoarser strain To bind the Muse's brow; Dot ev’n a proud Of waters rushing o'er the flipp'ry rocks, Stupendous folitude frowns o'er the heath, Will nightly lull you to ambrosial reft,

To roufc a noble horror in the foul : To please the fancy is no trifling good

But rugged paths fatigue, and error leads
Where health is studied; for whatever moves Thro' endless labyrinths the devious feet.
The mind with calm delight, promotes the just Farewell, ethereal fields ! the humbler arts

And nat'ral movements of th'harmonious frame, Of life ; the Table and the homely Gods
Besides, the sportive brook for ever shakes Demand my long. Elysian gales adicu! [flow,
The trembling air, that Aoats froin hill to hill, The Blood, the fountain whence the lpirits
From vale to mountain, with incessant change The gen'rous stream that waters ev'ry part,
Of purest element, refreshing still

And motion, vigour, and warm life conveys Your airy feat, and uninfected gods.

To ev'ry particle that moves or lives; Chicfly for this I praise the man who builds This vital fluid, through unnumber'd tubes High on the breezy ridge,' whose lofty fides, Pour'd by the heart, and to the heart again Th'ethereal deep with endless billows chafes. Refunded; scourg'd for ever round and round; His purer mansion nor contagious ycars : Enrag'd with heat and roil, at last forgets Shall reach, nor deadly putrid airs annoy. Its balmy paturc; yirulent and thin

But may no fogs, from lake or fenny plain, It grows; and now, but that a thousand gates Involve my hill! And wherefoe'er you build ; Are open’d to its fight, it would destroy Whether on fun-burnt Epsom, or the plains The parts ir cherith'd and repair'd before. Wash'd by the filept Lee; in Chelsea low, Besides, the flcxible and render tubes Dr high Blackheath with wintry winds affail'd, Melt in the mildest moist nectareous tide # The wild rose, or that which grows on the common briar.



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