And high Olympus pouring many a stream !
Ọ, from the founding summits of the north,
The Dofrine Hills, through Scandinavia roll'd
To farthest Lapland and the frozen main;
From lofty Caucafus, far-seen by thofe
Who in the Cafpian and black Euxine toil;

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From cold Riphean Rocks, which the wild Rufs 790 Believes the *fony girdle of the world;

And all the dreadful mountains, wrapt in storm,
Whence wide Siberia draws her lonely floods;

O, sweep th' eternal fnows! Hung o'er the deep,
That ever works beneath his founding base,
Bid Atlas, propping heaven, as poets feign,
His fubterranean wonders fpread! unveil
The miny caverns, blazing on the day,
Of Abyffinia's cloud compelling cliffs,

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And of the bending † Mountains of the Moon !

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O'ertopping all these giant fons of earth,

Let the dire Andes, from the radiant line
Stretch'd to the stormy feas that thunder round
The fouthern pole, their hideous deeps unfold!
Amazing scene! Behold! the glooms disclose,
I fee the rivers in their infant beads!

Deep, deep I hear them, labouring to get free 1
I fee the leaning ftrata, artful rang'd;

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*The Muscovites call the Riphean Mountains Weliki Camenypoys, that is, the great flony Girdle: becaufe they fuppofe them to encompass the whole earth. A range of mountains in Africa, that furround almoft all Monomotapa.

The gaping fiffures to receive the rains,
The melting fnows, and ever-dripping fogs.
Strow'd bibulous above I fee the fands,
The pebbly gravel next, the layers then
Of mingled moulds, of more retentive earths,
The gutter'd rocks, and mazy-running clefts;
That, while the stealing moisture they tranfmit,
Retard its motion, and forbid its waste.
Beneath th' inceffant weeping of these drains,
I fee the rocky fyphons ftretch'd immense,
The mighty refervoirs, of harden'd chalk,
Or ftiff compacted clay, capacious form❜d.
O'erflowing thence, the congregated stores,
The cryftal treafures of the liquid world,
Through the stirr'd fands a bubbling paffage burst;
And welling out, around the middle steep,

Or from the bottoms of the bofom'd hills,
In pure effufion flow. United, thus,
Th' exhaling fun, the vapour-burden'd air,
The gelid mountains, that to rain condens'd
These vapours in continual current draw,
And fend them, o'er the fair-divided earth,
In bounteous rivers to the deep again,
A focial commerce hold, and firm fupport
The full-adjufted harmony of things.

When Autumn fcatters his departing gleams,
Warn'd of approaching Winter, gather'd, play
The fwallow-people; and tofs'd wide around,
O'er the calm fky, in convolution swift,

The feather'd eddy floats: rejoicing once,

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Ere to their wintery flumbers they retire;

In clusters clung, beneath the mouldering bank,
And where, unpierc'd by froft, the cavern Yweats,
Or rather into warmer climes convey'd,

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With other kindred birds of feason, there

They twitter chearful, till the vernal months

Invite them welcome back: for, thronging, now

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Innumerous wings are in commotion all.

Where the Rhine lofes his majestic force

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In Belgian plains, won from the raging deep,
By diligence amazing, and the strong
Unconquerable hand of Liberty,

The ftork-affembly meets; for many a day,
Confulting deep, and various, ere they take
Their arduous voyage through the liquid fky.
And now their rout defign'd, their leaders chose,
Their tribes adjusted, clean'd their vigorous wings;
And many a circle, many a fhort effay,

Wheel'd round and round, in congregation full
The figur'd flight afcends; and, riding high
Th' aërial billows, mixes with the clouds.

Or where the Northern ocean, in vaft whirls,
Boils round the naked melancholy ifles

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Of farthest Thulè, and th' Atlantic furge
Pours in among the ftormy: Hebrides;

Who can recount what tranfmigrations there

Are annual made? what nations come and go?
And how the living clouds on clouds arife
Infinite wings till all the plume-dark air
And rude refounding fhore are one wild cry.
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Here

Here the plain harmless native his small flock, And herd diminutive of many hues,

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Tends on the little ifland's verdant fwell,

The fhepherd's fea-girt reign; or, to the rocks
Dire-clinging, gathers his avarious food;
Or fweeps the fishy fhore; or treasures up
The plumage, rifing full, to form the bed
Of luxury. And here a while the Mufe,
High hovering o'er the broad coerulean fcene,
Sees Caledonia, in romantic view:

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Her airy mountains, from the waving main,
Invested with a keen diffufive fky,

Breathing the foul acute; her forests huge,
Incult, robuft, and tall, by Nature's hand
Planted of old; her azure lakes between,
Pour'd out extenfive, and of watery wealth

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Full; winding deep, and green, her fertile vales; 885
With many a cool translucent brimming flood.
Wash'd lovely from the Tweed (pure parent fiream,
Whose pastoral banks first heard my Doric reed,
With, fylvan Jed, thy tributary brook)
To where the north-inflated tempeft foams
O'er Orca's or Betubium's highest peak:
Nurfe of a people, in misfortune's school
Train'd up to hardy deeds; foon vifited
By Learning, when before the Gothic rage
She took her weftern flight. A manly race,
Of unsubmitting fpirit, wife, and brave;
Who ftill through bleeding ages ftruggled hard,
(As well unhappy Wallace can attest,

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Great

Great patriot-hero! ill-requited chief!)

To hold a generous undiminish'd state;

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Too much in vain! Hence of unequal bounds
Impatient, and by tempting glory borne

O'er every land, for every land their life

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Has flow'd profufe, their piercing genius plann'd,
And fwell'd the pomp of peace their faithful toil. 905
As from their own clear north, in radiant streams,
Bright over Europe burfts the Boreal Morn.
Oh, is there not fome patriot, in whose power
That beft, that godlike Luxury is plac'd,
Of bleffing thousands, thousands yet unborn,
Through late pofterity? fome, large of foul,
To chear dejected industry? to give
A double harvest to the pining fwain?
And teach the labouring hind the sweets of toil?
How, by the finest art, the native robe
To weave; how, white as Hyperborean fnow,
To form the lucid lawn; with venturous oar
How to dash wide the billow; nor look on,
Shamefully paffive, while Batavian fleets
Defraud us of the glittering finny fwarms,
That heave our friths, and crowd upon our shores;
How all-enlivening trade to roufe, and wing
The profperous fail, from every growing port,
Uninjur'd, round the fea-encircled globe i
And thus, in foul united as in name,
Bid Britain reign the mistress of the deep?
Yes, there are fuch. And full on thee, Argyll,
Her hope, her stay, her darling, and her boast,

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