Crops, though it presses on his careless sense. And oft, in jealous maddening fancy wrapp'd, I He seeks the fight; and, idly butting, feigns, His rival gored in every knotty trunk.
Him should he meet, the bellowing war begins; Their eyes flash fury; to the hollow'd earth, Whence the sand flies, they mutter bloody deeds, And groaning deep, the' impetuous battle mix While the fair heifer, balmy breathing near, Stands kindling up their rage. The trembling steed, With this hot impulse seized in every nerve, Nor heeds the reign nor hears the sounding thong; Blows are not felt; but tossing high his head, And by the well known joy to distant plains Attracted strong, all wild he bursts away; O'er rocks, and woods, and craggy mountains flies; And, neighing, on the' aerial summit takes The' exciting gale; then, steep descending, cleaves The headlong torrents foaming down the hills, E'en where the madness of the straiten'd stream Turns in black eddies round: such is the force With which his frantic heart and sinews swell. Nor undelighted by the boundless Spring Are the broad monsters of the foaming deep : From the deep ooze and gelid cavern roused, They flounce and tumble in unwieldy joy. Dire were the strain and dissonant, to sing The cruel raptures of the savage kind : How by this flame their native wrath sublimed,
They roam, amid the fury of their heart,
The far resounding waste in fiercer bands, Lol 2 And growl their horrid loves. But this the theme I sing enraptured, to the British Fair, - Forbids and leads me to the mountain brow, Where sits the shepherd on the grassy turf, Inhaling, healthful, the descending sun. Around him feeds his many bleating flock, Of various cadence; and his sportive lambs This way and that convolved, in friskful glee, Their frolics play. And now the sprightly race Invites them forth; when swift, the signal given,har They start away, and sweep the massy mound That runs around the hill; the rampart once
Of iron war, in ancient barbarous times, When disunited Britain ever bled,
Lost in eternal broil: ere yet she grew
To this deep laid indissoluble state,
Where Wealth and Commerce lift their golden heads; And o'er our labours Liberty and Law,
Impartial, watch; the wonder of a world!' e What is this mighty breath, ye sages, say,
That, in a powerful language, felt, not heard, 10 Instructs the fowls of heaven; and through their breast These arts of love diffuses? What, but God?
Inspiring God! who, boundless Spirit all,
And unremitting Energy pervades,
Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole.
He ceaseless works alone; and yet alone e qar
Seems not to work with such perfection framed Is this complex stupendous scheme of things.14 I But, though conceal'd, to every purer eye og bak The' informing Author in his works appears: ottel Chief, lovely Spring, in thee and thy soft scenes (102 The Smiling God is seen; while water, earth, And air attest his bounty; which exalts The brute creation to this finer thought, And annual melts their undesigning hearts. Profusely thus in tenderness and joy.
Still let my song a nobler note assume, And sing the' infusive force of Spring on man; When heaven and earth, as if contending, vie To raise his being and serene his soul, Can he forbear to join the general smile Of Nature? Can fierce passions vex his breast, While every gale is peace, and every grove Is melody? Hence! from the bounteous walks Of flowing Spring, ye sordid sons of earth, Hard and unfeeling of another's woe; Or only lavish to yourselves; away!
But come, ye generous minds, in whose wide thought Of all his works, creative Bounty burns With warmest beam; and on your open front And liberal eye, sits, from his dark retreat Inviting modest Want. Nor, till invoked, Can restless goodness wait; your active search Leaves no cold wintry corner unexplored; Like silent working Heaven, surprising oft
The lonely heart with unexpected goodiso ammalne tes For you the roving spirit of the wind 2.56ty dent E Blows Spring abroad; for you the teeming clouds A Descend in gladsome plenty o'er the world; And the sun sheds his kindest rays for you,
Ye flower of human race! in these green days Reviving Sickness lifts her languid head; and Life flows afresh; and young eyed Health exalts) The whole creation round. Contentment walks The sunny glade, and feels an inward bliss Spring o'er his mind, beyond the power of kings To purchase. Pure serenity apace
Induces thought and contemplation still.** {
By swift degrees the love of Nature works,
And warms the bosom; till at last sublimed that To rapture and enthusiastic heat,
We feel the present Deity, and taste
The joy of GOD to see a happy world! 、
These are the sacred feelings of thy heart, i Thy heart inform'd by reason's purer ray, 7 O Lyttelton, the friend! thy passions thus And meditations vary, as at large
Courting the Muse, through Hagley Park thou stray'st; Thy British Tempé! there along the dale,1; ut -4,- 7 With woods o'erhung, and shagg'd with mossy rocks, Whence on each hand the gushing waters play, And down the rough cascade white dashing fall,
Or gleam in lengthen'd vista through the trees, You silent steal; or sit beneath the shadee zi
Of solemn oaks, that tuft the swelling mounts Thrown graceful round by Nature's careless hand, And pensive listen to the various voice
Of rural peace: the herds, the flocks, the birds, The hollow-whispering breeze, the plaint of rills, That, purling down amid the twisted roots
Which creep around, their dewy murmurs shake On the sooth'd ear. From these abstracted oft, You wander through the philosophic world; Where in bright train continual wonders rise, Or to the curious or the pious eye. And oft, conducted by historic truth, You tread the long extent of backward time: Planning, with warm benevolence of mind, And honest zeal unwarp'd by party rage, Britannia's weal; how from the venal gulf To raise her virtue, and her arts revive.
Or, turning thence thy view, these graver thoughts The Muses charm: while, with sure taste refined, You draw the inspiring breath of ancient song; Till nobly rises, emulous, thy own,
Perhaps thy loved Lucinda shares thy walk, With soul to thine attuned. Then Nature all Wears to the lover's eye a look of love; And all the tumult of a guilty world, Toss'd by ungenerous passions, sinks away. The tender heart is animated peace; And as it pours its copious treasures forth, In varied converse, softening every theme,
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