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Enlarging, deepening, mingling; peal on peal
Down comes a deluge of fonorous hail,
Guilt hears appallid, with deeply troubled thought. And yet not always on the guilty head Descends the fated flash. Young Celadon
And his Amelia were å matchless pair ;
They lov’d: but such their guileless passion was,
Of innocence, and undissembling truth. 'Twas friendship heightèn’d by the mutual with, 1180
Th' enchanting hope, and sympathetic glow,
So pass’d their life, a clear united stream,
1190 The tempest caught them on the tender walk, V Heedless how far, and where its mazes stray'd,
While, with each other bleft, creative love
Th’ unequal conflict; and as angels look On dying faints, his eyes compassion fhed, With love illumin'd high. “ Fear not, he said, « Sweet innocence! thou stranger to offence, 1205 “ And inward storm! He, who yon skies involves " In frowns of darkness, ever smiles on thee “ With kind regard. O’er thee the secret shaft “ That wastes at midnight, or th' undreaded hour « Of noon, flies harmless: and that very voice, 1210 " Which thunders terror through the guilty heart, “ With tongues of seraphs whispers peace to thine. “ 'Tis fafety to be near thee sure, and thus “ To clafp perfection !” From his void embrace, Mysterious heaven! that moment, to the ground, 1215 A blacken'd corfe, was struck the beauteous maid. But who can paint the lover, as he sood, Pierc'd by severe amazement, hating life, Speechless, and fix'd in all the death of woe ! So, faint resemblance ! on the marble tomb, The well-diffembled mourner stooping stands, For ever filent, and for ever fad.
As from the face of heaven the shatter'd clouds
purer azurę. Through the lighten'd air
1230 Invests the fields; and nature smiles reviv'd.
'Tis beauty all, and grateful fong around, Join'd to the low of kine, and numerous bleat Of flocks thick-nibbling through the clover'd vale. And shall the hymn be marr’d by thankless man, 1235 Most favour'd; who with voice articulate Should lead the chorus of this lower world? Shall he, fo foon forgetful of the hand That hush'd the thunder, and serenes the sky, Extinguith'd feel that spark the tempest wak’d, 1240 That fenfe of powers exceeding far his own, Ere yet his feeble heart has lost its fears ?
Chear'd by the milder beam, the sprightly youth Speeds to the well-known pool, whose crystal depth A sandy bottom fhews. A while he stands
1245 Gazing th’inverted landskip, half afraid To meditate the blue profound below; Then plunges headlong down the circling flood. His ebon truffes and his rosy cheek Intant emerge; and through th' obedient wave,
12go At each short breathing by his lip repeld, With arms and legs according well, he makes, As humour leads, an easy-winding path : While, from his polith'd fides, a dewy light Effuses on the pleas'd spectators round.
1235 This is the pureft exercise of health, The kind refresher of the summer heats; Nor, when cold Winter keens the brightening flood, Would I weak-shivering linger on the brink. Thus life redoubles, and is oft preserv’d,
1260 By the bold swimmer, in the swift illapse
Of accident disastrous. Hence the limbs
That rose victoricus, o’er the conquer'd earth,
Close in the covert of an hazel copse, Where winded into pleasing solitudes Runs out the rambling dale, young Damon sat, 1270 Pensive, and pierc'd with love's delightful pangs. There to the stream that down the distant rocks Hoarse-murniuring fell, and plaintive breeze that play'd Among the bending willows, falfely he Of Musidora's cruelty complain’d.
1275 She felt his flame; but deep within her breast, In bashful coyness, or in maiden pride, The soft return conceal'd; save when it stole In fide-long glances from her downcast eye, Or from her swelling soul in stifled fighs.
1280 Touch'd by the scene, no stranger to his vows, He fram'd a melting lay, to try her heart; And, if an infant passion ftruggled there, To call that passion forth. Thrice happy swain! A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate 1285 Of mighty monarchs, then decided thine. For, lo! conducted by the laughing Loves, This cool retreat his Musidora fought : Warm in her cheek the sultry season glow’d; And, rob’d in loose array, she came to bathe 1290 Her fervent limbs in the refreshing stream.