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And liberal eye, fits, from his dark retreat
you the roving spirit of the wind
you, Ye flower of human race ! In these green days, Reviving Sickness lifts her languid head : Life flows afresh; and young-ey'd Health exalts 890 The whole creation round. Contentment walks The funny glade, and feels an inward bliss Spring o'er his mind, beyond the power of kings To purchase. Pure ferenity apace Induces thought, and contemplation still. By swift degrees the love of Nature works, And warms the bosom ; till at last sublim'd To rapture, and enthusiastic heat, We feel the present Deity, and taste The joy of God to see a happy world!
900 These are the facred feelings of thy heart, Thy heart inform’d by reason's purer ray, O Lyttelton the friend ! thy paffions thus And meditations vary, as at large, Courting the Mufe, through Hagley Park thou stray'it; Thy British Temple! There along the dale, With woods o'er-hung, and shagg’d with moffy rocks, VOL. I.
Whence on each hand the gushing waters play,
With foul to thine attun'd. Then Nature all V Wears to the lover's eye a look of love;
935 And all the tumult of a guilty world, Tost by ungenerous paffions, finks away.
The tender heart is animated peace ;
955 ! To where the broken landskip, by degrees, Ascending, roughens into rigid hills; O’er which the Cambrian mountains, like far clouds That skirt the blue horizon, dusky rise.
Fluth'd by the spirit of the genial year, 960 Now from the virgin's cheek a fresher bloom Shoots, less and less, the live carnation round; Her lips blush deeper sweets; the breathes of youth; The shining moisture swells into her eyes, In brighter flow; her wishing bosom heaves, 963 With palpitations wild; kind tumults seize Her veins, and all her yielding foul is love.
From the keen gaze her lover turns away,
And let th' aspiring youth beware of love,
985 Still paints th’ illusive form ; the kindling grace ; Th’inticing smile; the modest-seeming eye, Beneath whose beauteous beams, belying heaven, Lurk searchless cunning, cruelty, and death : And still false-warbling in his cheated ear, 990 Her fyren voice, enchanting, draws him on To guileful thores, and meads of fatal joy.
Ev'n present, in the very lap of love Inglorious laid ; while music flows around, Perfumes, and oils, and wine, and wanton hours; 995 Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky creft: a quick-returning pang
Shoots through the conscious heart; where honour still,
But absent, what fantastic woes arous'd,
every vein. Books are but formal dulness, tedious friends ; And fad amid the social band he fits, Lonely, and unattentive. From his tongue 1015 Th’ unfinish'd period falls: while, borne away On swelling thought, his wafted spirit Aies To the vain bosom of his distant fair; And leaves the semblance of a lover, fix'd In melancholy fite, with head declin'd, And love-dejected eyes. Sudden he starts, Shook from his tender trance, and restless runs To glimmering fhades, and sympathetic glooms; Where the dun umbrage o'er the falling stream, Romantic, hangs; there through the pensive duk Strays, in heart-thrilling meditation loft, Indulging all to loye: or on the bank