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Leaped frolicsome, or old romantic goat
Sat, his white beard slow waving. I moved on
In low and languid mood:” for I had found
That outward Forms, the loftiest, still receive
Their finer influence from the Life within :
Fair Cyphers of vague import, where the Eye
Traces no spot, in which the Heart may read
History or Prophecy of Friend, or Child,
Or gentle Maid, our first and early love,
Or Father, or the venerable name
Of our adored Country O thou Queen,
Thou delegated Deity of Earth,
O dear, dear England how my longing eye
Turned westward, shaping in the steady clouds
Thy sands and high white cliffs

My native Land! Filled with the thought of thee this heart was proud, Yea, mine eye swam with tears: that all the view From sovran Brocken; woods and woody hills,

* . . . . . . . . . . . . . When I have gazed
From some high eminence on goodly vales,
And cots and villages embowered below,
The thought would rise that all to me was strange
Amid the scenes so fair, nor one small spot
Where my tired mind might rest, and call it home.
South ey's Humn to the Penates.

Floated away, like a departing dream,
Feeble and dim Stranger, these impulses
Blame thou not lightly; nor will I profane,
With hasty judgment or injurious doubt,
That man's sublimer spirit, who can feel
That God is everywhere ! the God who framed
Mankind to be one mighty Family,
Himself our Father, and the World our Home.

ON OBSERVING A BLOSSOM ON THE
FIRST OF FEBRUARY, 1796.

Sweet Flower that peeping from thy russet stem
Unfoldest timidly, (for in strange sort
This dark, frieze-coated, hoarse, teeth-chattering
Month
Hath borrowed Zephyr's voice, and gazed upon thee
With blue voluptuous eye) alas, poor Flower!
These are but flatteries of the faithless year.
Perchance, escaped its unknown polar cave,
E’en now the keen North-East is on its way.
Flower that must perish: shall I liken thee
To some sweet girl of too too rapid growth
Nipped by Consumption mid untimely charms?
Or to Bristowa's Bard,” the wondrous boy!
An Amaranth, which Earth scarce seemed to own,
Blooming 'mid poverty's drear wintry waste,
Till Disappointment cane, and pelting wrong

* Chatterton.

Beat it to Earth? or with indignant grief
Shall I compare thee to poor Poland's Hope,
Bright flower of Hope killed in the opening bud?
Farewell, sweet blossom 1 better fate be thine
And mock my boding! Dim similitudes
Weaving in moral strains, I've stolen one hour
From anxious SELF, Life's cruel Task-Master |
And the warm wooings of this sunny day
Tremble along my frame and harmonize
The attempered organ, that even saddest thoughts
Mix with some sweet sensations, like harsh tunes
Played deftly on a soft-toned instrument.

THE EOLIAN HARP.

COMPOSED AT CLEVEDON, SOMERSETs HIRE.

My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our cot, our cot o'ergrown
With white-flowered Jasmin, and the broad-leaved

Myrtle,
(Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!)
And watch the clouds, that late were rich with light,
Slow saddening round, and mark the star of eve
Serenely brilliant (such should wisdom be)
Shine opposite How exquisite the scents
Snatched fromyonbean-field! and the world so hushed!
The stilly murmur of the distant Sea
Tells us of Silence.

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