[
The
Seasons
:
]
SUMMER
.
FROM
yonder
fields
of
aether
fair
disclos'd
,
Child
of
the
Sun
!
illustrious
Summer
comes
In
pride
of
youth
,
and
felt
thro'
Nature's
depth
.
He
comes
,
attended
by
the
sultry
Hours
,
And
ever-fanning
Breezes
,
on
his
way
;
While
,
from
his
ardent
look
,
the
turning
Spring
Averts
her
blushful
face
;
and
earth
,
and
skies
,
All-smiling
,
to
his
hot
dominion
leaves
.
Hence
,
let
me
haste
into
the
mid-wood
shade
,
Where
scarce
a
sun-beam
wanders
thro'
the
gloom
;
And
on
the
dark-green
grass
,
beside
the
brink
Of
haunted
stream
that
by
the
roots
of
oak
Rowls
o'er
the
rocky
channel
,
lie
at
large
,
And
sing
the
glories
of
the
circling
year
.
Come
,
Inspiration
!
from
thy
hermit
seat
By
mortal
seldom
found
:
may
fancy
dare
,
From
thy
fix'd
serious
muse
,
and
raptur'd
eye
Shot
on
surrounding
heaven
,
to
steal
one
look
,
Creative
of
the
poet
,
every
power
Exalting
to
an
extasy
of
soul
.
And
thou
,
the
muse's
honour
!
and
her
friend
!
In
whom
the
human
graces
all
unite
:
Pure
light
of
mind
,
and
tenderness
of
heart
;
Genius
,
and
wisdom
;
the
gay
social
sense
,
By
decency
chastiz'd
;
goodness
and
wit
,
In
seldom-meeting
harmony
combin'd
;
Unblemish'd
honour
,
and
an
active
zeal
,
For
Britain's
glory
,
Liberty
,
and
Man
;
O
Dodington
!
attend
my
rural
song
,
Stoop
to
my
theme
,
inspirit
every
line
,
And
teach
me
to
deserve
thy
best
applause
.
With
what
a
perfect
world-revolving
power
Were
first
th'
unwieldy
planets
launch'd
along
Th'
illimitable
void
!
Thus
to
remain
,
Amid
the
flux
of
many
thousand
years
,
That
oft
has
swept
the
busy
race
of
men
,
And
all
their
labour'd
monuments
away
,
Unresting
,
changless
,
matchless
,
in
their
course
;
To
night
and
day
,
with
the
delightful
round
Of
Seasons
,
faithful
;
not
excentric
once
:
So
pois'd
,
and
perfect
is
the
vast
machine
.
When
now
no
more
th'
alternate
Twins
are
fir'd
,
And
Cancer
reddens
with
the
solar
blaze
,
Short
is
the
doubtful
empire
of
the
night
;
And
soon
,
observant
of
approaching
day
,
The
meek-ey'd
morn
appears
,
mother
of
dews
!
At
first
faint-gleaming
in
the
dappled
east
:
Till
far
o'er
aether
shoots
the
trembling
glow
;
And
,
from
before
the
lustre
of
her
face
,
White
break
the
clouds
away
.
With
tardy
step
,
Brown
night
retires
.
Young
day
pours
in
apace
,
And
opens
all
the
lawny
prospect
wide
.
The
dripping
rock
,
the
mountain's
misty
top
Swell
on
the
eye
,
and
brighten
with
the
dawn
.
Blue
thro'
the
dusk
the
smoaking
currents
shine
;
And
from
the
bladed
field
the
fearful
hare
Limps
aukward
;
while
along
the
forest
glade
The
wild
deer
trip
,
and
often
turning
gaze
At
early
passenger
.
Musick
awakes
,
The
native
voice
of
undissembled
joy
;
And
thick
around
the
woodland
hymns
arise
.
Rous'd
by
the
cock
,
the
soon-clad
shepherd
leaves
His
mossy
cottage
,
where
with
Peace
he
dwells
;
And
from
the
crowded
fold
in
order
drives
His
flock
,
to
taste
the
verdure
of
the
morn
.
Falsly
luxurious
,
will
not
man
awake
,
And
,
starting
from
the
bed
of
sloth
,
enjoy
The
cool
,
the
fragrant
,
and
the
silent
hour
,
To
meditation
due
,
and
sacred
song
.
And
is
there
ought
in
sleep
can
charm
the
wise
?
To
lie
in
dead
oblivion
,
losing
half
The
fleeting
moments
of
too
short
a
life
?
Total
extinction
of
th'
enlighten'd
soul
!
Or
else
to
feverish
vanity
alive
,
Wilder'd
,
and
tossing
thro'
distemper'd
dreams
?
Who
would
in
such
a
gloomy
state
remain
,
Longer
than
nature
craves
;
when
every
Muse
,
And
every
blooming
Pleasure
wait
without
,
To
bless
the
wildy-devious
morning
walk
?
But
yonder
comes
the
powerful
king
of
day
,
Rejoycing
in
the
east
.
The
lessening
cloud
,
The
kindling
azure
,
and
the
mountain's
brim
Tipt
with
aetherial
gold
,
his
near
approach
Betoken
glad
:
and
now
apparent
all
,
Aslant
the
dew-bright
earth
,
and
colour'd
air
,
He
looks
in
boundless
majesty
abroad
;
And
sheds
the
shining
day
,
that
burnish'd
plays
On
rocks
,
and
hills
,
and
towers
,
and
wandering
streams
,
High-gleaming
from
afar
.
Prime
chearer
Light
!
Of
all
material
beings
first
,
and
best
!
Efflux
divine
!
Nature's
resplendent
robe
!
Without
whose
vesting
beauty
all
were
wrapt
In
unessential
gloom
;
and
thou
,
red
Sun
,
In
whose
wide
circle
worlds
of
radiance
lie
,
Exhaustless
Brightness
,
may
I
sing
of
thee
!
Who
would
the
blessings
,
first
and
last
,
recount
,
That
in
a
full
effusion
from
thee
flow
,
As
soon
might
number
,
at
the
height
of
noon
,
The
rays
that
radiate
from
thy
cloudless
sphere
,
A
universal
glory
darting
round
.
'Tis
by
thy
secret
,
strong
,
attractive
force
,
As
with
a
chain
indissoluble
bound
.
Thy
system
rolls
entire
;
from
the
far
bourne
Of
slow-pac'd
Saturn
to
the
scarce
seen
disk
Of
Mercury
,
lost
in
excessive
blaze
.
Informer
of
the
planetary
train
!
Without
whose
vital
and
effectual
glance
,
They
wou'd
be
brute
,
uncomfortable
mass
,
And
not
as
now
the
green
abodes
of
life
!
How
many
forms
of
being
wait
on
thee
!
Inhaling
gladness
;
from
th'
unfetter'd
mind
,
By
thee
sublim'd
,
to
that
day-living
race
,
The
mixing
myriads
of
thy
setting
beam
.
The
vegetable
world
is
also
thine
,
Parent
of
Seasons
!
from
whose
rich-stain'd
rays
,
Reflected
various
,
various
colours
rise
:
The
freshening
mantle
of
the
youthful
year
;
The
wild
embroidery
of
the
watry
vale
;
With
all
that
chears
the
sense
,
and
charms
the
heart
.
The
branching
grove
thy
lusty
product
stands
,
Diffus'd
,
and
deep
;
to
quench
the
summer
noon
,
And
crowd
a
shade
for
the
retreating
swain
,
When
on
his
russet
fields
you
look
direct
.
Fruit
is
thy
bounty
too
,
with
Juice
replete
,
Acid
,
or
mild
;
and
from
thy
ray
receives
A
flavour
,
pleasing
to
the
taste
of
man
.
By
thee
concocted
blushes
;
and
,
by
thee
Fully
matur'd
,
into
the
verdant
lap
Of
Industry
the
mellow
plenty
falls
.
Extensive
harvests
wave
at
thy
command
;
And
the
bright
ear
,
consolidate
by
thee
,
Bends
unwitholding
to
the
reaper's
hand
.
Even
Winter
speaks
thy
power
;
whose
every
blast
,
O'ercast
with
tempest
,
or
severely
sharp
With
breathing
frost
,
is
eloquent
of
thee
,
And
makes
us
languish
for
thy
vernal
gleams
.
Shot
to
the
bowels
of
the
teeming
earth
,
The
ripening
ore
confesses
all
thy
power
.
Hence
Labour
draws
his
tools
;
hence
waving
War
Flames
on
the
day
;
hence
busy
Commerce
binds
The
round
of
nations
in
a
golden
chain
;
And
hence
the
sculptur'd
palace
,
sumptuous
,
shines
With
glittering
silver
,
and
refulgent
gold
.
Th'
unfruitful
rock
itself
impregn'd
by
thee
,
In
dark
retirement
,
forms
the
lucid
stone
;
Collected
light
,
compact
;
that
polish'd
bright
,
And
all
its
native
lustre
let
abroad
,
Shines
proudly
on
the
bosoms
of
the
fair
.
At
thee
the
ruby
lights
his
deepening
glow
,
A
bleeding
radiance
,
grateful
to
the
view
.
From
thee
the
saphire
,
solid
aether
,
takes
His
hue
cerulean
;
and
,
of
evening
tinct
,
The
purple-streaming
amethyst
is
thine
.
With
thy
own
smile
the
yellow
topaz
burns
.
Nor
deeper
verdure
dies
the
robe
of
Spring
,
When
first
she
gives
it
to
the
southern
gale
,
Than
the
green
emerald
shows
.
But
,
all
combin'd
,
Thick
thro'
the
whitening
opal
play
thy
beams
;
Or
,
flying
several
from
its
surface
,
form
A
trembling
variance
of
revolving
hues
,
As
the
site
varies
in
the
gazer's
hand
.
The
very
dead
creation
,
from
thy
touch
,
Assumes
a
mimic
life
.
By
thee
refin'd
,
In
brisker
measures
,
the
relucent
stream
Frisks
o'er
the
mead
.
The
precipice
abrupt
,
Projecting
horror
on
the
blacken'd
flood
,
Softens
at
thy
return
.
The
desart
joys
Wildly
,
thro'
all
his
melancholy
bounds
.
Rude
ruins
glitter
;
and
the
briny
deep
,
Seen
from
some
pointed
promontory's
top
,
Reflects
,
from
every
fluctuating
wave
,
A
glance
extensive
as
the
day
.
But
these
,
And
all
the
much
transported
muse
can
sing
,
Are
to
thy
beauty
,
dignity
,
and
use
,
Unequal
far
,
great
delegated
source
,
Of
light
,
and
life
,
and
grace
,
and
joy
below
!
How
shall
I
then
attempt
to
sing
of
him
,
Who
,
Light
Himself
,
in
uncreated
light
Invested
deep
,
dwells
awfully
retir'd
From
mortal
eye
,
or
angel's
purer
ken
;
Whose
single
smile
has
,
from
the
first
of
time
,
Fill'd
,
over-flowing
,
all
those
lamps
of
heaven
,
That
beam
for
ever
thro'
the
boundless
sky
:
But
,
should
he
hide
his
face
,
th'
astonish'd
sun
,
And
all
th'
extinguish'd
stars
,
would
loosening
reel
,
Wide
from
their
spheres
,
and
chaos
come
again
.
And
yet
,
was
every
faultering
tongue
of
man
,
Almighty
Poet
!
silent
in
thy
praise
;
Thy
matchless
works
in
each
exalted
line
,
And
all
the
full
harmonic
universe
,
Would
vocal
,
or
expressive
,
thee
attest
,
The
cause
,
the
glory
,
and
the
end
of
all
!
To
me
be
nature's
volume
wide
display'd
;
And
to
peruse
the
broad
illumin'd
page
,
Or
,
haply
catching
inspiration
thence
,
Some
easy
passage
,
raptur'd
,
to
translate
,
My
sole
delight
;
as
thro'
the
falling
glooms
Pensive
I
muse
,
or
with
the
rising
day
On
fancy's
eagle-wing
excursive
soar
.
Fierce-flaming
up
the
heavens
,
the
piercing
sun
Melts
into
limpid
air
the
high-rais'd
clouds
,
And
morning
mists
,
that
hover'd
round
the
hills
In
party-colour'd
bands
;
till
all
unveil'd
The
face
of
nature
shines
,
from
where
earth
seems
,
Far-stretch'd
around
,
to
meet
the
bending
sphere
.
Half
in
a
blush
of
clustering
roses
lost
,
Dew-dropping
coolness
to
the
shade
retires
;
And
tyrant
heat
,
dispreading
thro'
the
sky
,
By
sharp
degrees
,
his
burning
influence
reigns
On
man
,
and
beast
,
and
herb
,
and
tepid
stream
.
Who
can
unpitying
see
the
flowery
race
,
Shed
by
the
morn
,
their
new-flush'd
bloom
resign
,
Before
th'
unbating
beam
?
So
fade
the
fair
,
When
fevers
revel
thro'
their
azure
veins
.
But
one
,
the
follower
of
the
sun
,
they
say
,
Sad
when
he
sets
shuts
up
her
yellow
leaves
.
Weeping
all
night
;
and
,
when
he
warm
returns
,
Points
her
enamour'd
bosom
to
his
ray
.
Home
,
from
his
morning
task
,
the
swain
retreats
;
His
flock
before
him
stepping
to
the
fold
:
While
the
full-udder'd
mother
lows
around
The
chearful
cottage
then
expecting
food
,
The
food
of
innocence
,
and
health
!
The
daw
,
The
rook
and
magpie
,
to
the
grey-grown
oaks
(
That
the
calm
village
,
in
their
verdant
arms
,
Sheltering
,
embrace
)
direct
their
lazy
flight
;
Where
on
the
mingling
boughs
they
sit
embower'd
,
All
the
hot
noon
,
till
cooler
hours
arise
.
Faint
,
underneath
,
the
homely
fowls
convene
;
And
,
in
a
corner
of
the
buzzing
shade
,
The
house
dog
,
with
th'
employless
grey-hound
,
lies
,
Outstretch'd
,
and
sleepy
.
In
his
slumbers
one
Attacks
the
nightly
thief
,
and
one
exults
O'er
hill
and
dale
;
till
,
waken'd
by
the
wasp
,
They
bootless
snap
.
Nor
shall
the
muse
disdain
To
let
the
little
noisy
summer-race
Live
in
her
lay
,
and
flutter
thro'
her
song
,
Not
mean
,
tho'
simple
;
to
the
sun
ally'd
,
From
him
their
high
descent
,
direct
,
they
draw
.
Wak'd
by
his
warmer
ray
,
the
reptile
young
Come
wing'd
abroad
;
by
the
light
air
upborn
,
Lighter
,
and
full
of
life
.
From
every
chink
,
And
secret
corner
,
where
they
slept
away
The
wintry
glooms
,
by
myriads
,
all
at
once
,
Swarming
,
they
pour
:
green
,
speckled
,
yellow
,
grey
,
Black
,
azure
,
brown
;
more
than
th'
assisted
eye
Of
poring
virtuoso
can
discern
.
Ten
thousand
forms
!
Ten
thousand
different
tribes
!
People
the
blaze
.
To
sunny
waters
some
By
fatal
instinct
fly
;
where
on
the
pool
They
,
sportive
,
wheel
;
or
,
sailing
down
the
stream
,
Are
snatch'd
immediate
by
the
springing
Trout
,
Often
beguil'd
.
Some
thro'
the
green-wood
glade
Delight
to
stray
;
there
lodg'd
,
amus'd
,
and
fed
,
In
the
fresh
leaf
.
Luxurious
,
others
make
The
meads
their
choice
,
and
visit
every
flower
,
And
every
latent
herb
;
but
careful
still
To
shun
the
mazes
of
the
sounding
bee
,
As
o'er
the
blooms
he
sweeps
.
Some
to
the
house
,
The
fold
,
and
dairy
,
hungry
,
bend
their
flight
;
Sip
round
the
pail
,
or
taste
the
curdling
cheese
:
Oft
,
inadvertent
,
by
the
boiling
stream
Are
pierc'd
to
death
;
or
,
weltering
in
the
bowl
,
With
powerless
wings
around
them
wrapt
,
expire
.
But
chief
to
heedless
flies
the
window
proves
A
constant
death
;
where
,
gloomily
retir'd
,
The
villain
spider
lives
,
cunning
,
and
fierce
,
Mixture
abhorr'd
!
Amid
a
mangled
heap
Of
carcasses
,
in
eager
watch
he
sits
,
O'erlooking
all
his
waving
snares
around
.
Within
an
inch
the
dreadless
wanderer
oft
Passes
,
as
oft
the
ruffian
shows
his
front
.
The
prey
at
last
ensnar'd
,
he
dreadful
darts
,
With
rapid
glide
,
along
the
leaning
line
;
And
,
fixing
in
the
fly
his
cruel
fangs
,
Strides
backward
grimly
pleas'd
:
the
fluttering
wing
,
And
shriller
sound
declare
extream
distress
,
And
ask
the
helping
,
hospitable
hand
.
Echoes
the
living
surface
of
the
ground
;
Nor
undelightful
is
the
ceaseless
hum
,
To
him
who
muses
thro'
the
woods
at
noon
;
Or
drowsy
shepherd
,
as
he
lies
reclin'd
,
With
half-shut
eyes
,
beneath
the
floating
shade
Of
willows
grey
,
close-crouding
o'er
the
brook
.
Let
no
presuming
impious
railer
tax
Creative
Wisdom
,
as
if
ought
was
form'd
In
vain
,
or
not
for
admirable
ends
.
Shall
little
,
haughty
ignorance
pronounce
His
works
unwise
;
of
which
the
smallest
part
Exceeds
the
narrow
vision
of
his
mind
?
Thus
on
the
concave
of
a
sounding
dome
,
On
swelling
columns
heav'd
,
the
pride
of
art
!
Wanders
a
critic
fly
;
his
feeble
ray
Extends
an
inch
around
,
yet
blindly
bold
He
dares
dislike
the
structure
of
the
whole
.
And
lives
the
man
,
whose
universal
eye
Has
swept
at
once
th'
unbounded
scheme
of
things
;
Mark'd
their
dependance
so
,
and
firm
accord
,
As
with
unfaultering
accent
to
conclude
That
This
availeth
nought
?
Has
any
seen
The
mighty
chain
of
beings
,
lessening
down
From
Infinite
Perfection
to
the
brink
Of
dreary
Nothing
,
desolate
abyss
!
Recoiling
giddy
thought
:
or
with
sharp
glance
,
Such
as
remotely-wafting
spirits
use
,
Beheld
the
glories
of
the
little
world
?
Till
then
alone
let
zealous
praise
ascend
,
And
hymns
of
heavenly
wonder
,
to
that
Power
,
Whole
wisdom
shines
as
lovely
on
our
minds
,
As
on
our
smiling
eyes
his
servant-sun
.
Thick
in
yon
stream
of
light
,
a
thousand
ways
,
Upwards
and
downwards
,
thwarting
,
and
convolv'd
,
The
quivering
kingdoms
sport
;
with
tempest-wing
,
Till
Winter
sweeps
them
from
the
face
of
day
.
Even
so
luxurious
men
,
unheeding
,
pass
An
idle
summer-life
in
fortune's
shine
,
A
season's
glitter
!
In
soft-circling
robes
,
Which
the
hard
hand
of
Industry
has
wrought
,
The
human
insects
glow
;
by
Hunger
fed
,
And
chear'd
by
toiling
Thirst
,
they
rowl
about
From
toy
to
trifle
,
vanity
to
vice
;
Till
blown
away
by
Death
,
Oblivion
comes
Behind
,
and
strikes
them
from
the
book
of
life
.
Now
swarms
the
village
o'er
the
jovial
mead
;
The
rustic
youth
,
brown
with
meridian
toil
,
Healthful
,
and
strong
;
full
as
the
summer-rose
Blown
by
prevailing
suns
,
the
blooming
maid
,
Half-naked
,
swelling
on
the
sight
,
and
all
Her
kindled
graces
burning
o'er
her
cheek
.
Even
stooping
age
is
here
;
and
infant-hands
Trail
the
long
rake
,
or
with
the
fragrant
load
O'ercharg'd
,
amid
the
soft
oppression
roll
.
Wide
flies
the
tedded
grain
;
all
in
a
row
Advancing
broad
,
or
wheeling
round
the
field
,
They
spread
the
tawny
Harvest
to
the
sun
,
That
casts
refreshful
round
a
rural
smell
:
Or
,
as
they
rake
the
green-appearing
ground
,
And
drive
the
dusky
wave
along
the
mead
,
Rises
the
russet
hay-cock
thick
behind
,
In
order
gay
.
While
heard
from
dale
to
dale
,
Waking
the
breeze
,
resounds
the
blended
voice
Of
happy
labour
,
love
,
and
social
glee
.
'Tis
raging
noon
;
and
,
vertical
,
the
sun
Shoots
thro'
th'
expanding
air
a
torrid
gleam
.
O'er
heaven
and
earth
,
far
as
the
darted
eye
Can
pierce
,
a
dazling
deluge
reigns
;
and
all
From
pole
to
pole
is
undistinguish'd
blaze
.
Down
to
the
dusty
earth
the
sight
,
o'erpower'd
,
Stoops
for
relief
;
but
thence
ascending
streams
,
And
keen
reflection
pain
.
Burnt
to
the
heart
Are
the
refreshless
fields
;
their
arid
hue
Adds
a
new
fever
to
the
sickening
soul
:
And
o'er
their
slippery
surface
wary
treads
The
foot
of
thirsty
pilgrim
,
often
dipt
In
a
cross
rill
,
presenting
to
his
wish
A
living
draught
:
he
seels
before
he
drinks
!
Echo
no
more
returns
the
sandy
sound
Of
sharpening
scythe
;
the
mower
,
sinking
,
heaps
O'er
him
the
humid
hay
,
with
flowers
perfum'd
;
And
scarce
a
chirping
grashopper
is
heard
Thro'
the
dumb
mead
.
Distressful
nature
pants
.
The
desart
reddens
;
and
the
stubborn
rock
,
Split
to
the
center
,
sweats
at
every
pore
.
The
very
streams
look
languid
from
afar
;
Or
,
thro'
the
fervid
glade
,
impetuous
hurl
Into
the
shelter
of
the
crackling
grove
.
All-conquering
heat
,
oh
intermit
thy
wrath
!
And
on
my
throbbing
temples
potent
thus
Beam
not
so
hard
!
Incessant
still
you
flow
,
And
still
another
fervent
flood
succeeds
,
Pour'd
on
the
head
profuse
.
In
vain
I
sigh
,
And
restless
turn
,
and
look
around
for
night
;
Night
is
far
off
;
and
hotter
hours
approach
.
Who
can
endure
!
the
too
resplendent
scene
Already
darkens
on
the
dizzy
sight
,
And
double
objects
dance
;
unreal
sounds
Sing
deep
around
;
a
weight
of
sultry
dew
Hangs
deathful
on
the
limbs
;
shiver
the
nerves
;
The
supple
sinews
sink
;
and
on
the
heart
,
Misgiving
,
horror
lays
his
heavy
hand
.
Thrice
happy
he
!
that
on
the
sunless
side
Of
a
romantic
mountain
,
forest-crown'd
,
Beneath
the
whole
collected
shade
reclines
:
Or
in
the
gelid
caverns
,
woodbine-wrought
,
And
fresh
bedew'd
with
ever-spouting
streams
,
Sits
coolly
calm
;
while
all
the
world
without
,
Unsatisfy'd
,
and
sick
,
tosses
in
noon
.
Emblem
instructive
of
the
virtuous
man
,
Who
keeps
his
temper'd
mind
serere
,
and
pure
,
And
all
his
passions
aptly
harmoniz'd
,
Amid
a
jarring
world
,
with
vice
inflam'd
.
Welcome
,
ye
shades
!
ye
bowery
thickets
,
hail
!
Ye
lofty
pines
!
ye
venerable
oaks
!
Ye
ashes
wild
,
resounding
o'er
the
steep
!
Delicious
is
your
shelter
to
the
soul
,
As
to
the
hunted
hart
the
sallying
spring
,
Or
stream
full-flowing
,
that
his
swelling
sides
Laves
,
as
he
floats
along
the
herbag'd
brink
.
Cold
thro'
the
nerves
,
your
pleasing
comfort
glides
;
The
heart
beats
glad
;
the
fresh-expanded
eye
,
And
ear
resume
their
watch
;
the
sinews
knit
;
And
life
shoots
swift
thro'
every
lighten'd
limb
.
All
in
th'
adjoining
brook
,
that
shrills
along
The
vocal
grove
,
now
fretting
o'er
a
rock
,
Now
scarcely
moving
thro'
a
reedy
pool
,
Now
starting
to
a
sudden
stream
,
and
now
Gently
diffus'd
into
a
limpid
plain
;
A
various
groupe
the
herds
and
flocks
compose
;
Rural
confusion
!
On
the
grassy
bank
Some
ruminating
lie
;
while
others
stand
Half
in
the
flood
,
and
often
bending
sip
The
circling
surface
.
In
the
middle
droops
The
strong
laborious
ox
,
of
honest
front
,
Which
incompos'd
he
shakes
;
and
from
his
sides
The
troublous
insects
lashes
with
his
tail
,
Returning
still
.
Amid
his
subjects
safe
,
Slumbers
the
monareh-swain
;
his
careless
arm
Thrown
round
his
head
on
downy
moss
sustain'd
;
Here
laid
his
scrip
,
with
wholesome
viands
fill'd
;
And
there
his
sceptre-crook
,
and
watchful
dog
.
Light
fly
his
slumbers
,
if
perchance
a
flight
Of
angry
hornets
fasten
on
the
herd
;
That
startling
scatters
from
the
shallow
brook
,
In
search
of
lavish
stream
.
Tossing
the
foam
,
They
scorn
the
keeper's
voice
,
and
scour
the
plain
,
Thro'
all
the
bright
severity
of
noon
;
While
,
from
their
labouring
breasts
,
a
hollow
moan
Proceeding
,
runs
low-bellowing
round
the
hills
.
Oft
in
this
season
too
the
horse
provok'd
,
While
his
big
sinews
,
full
of
spirits
,
swell
,
Trembling
with
vigour
,
in
the
heat
of
blood
,
Springs
the
high
fence
;
and
o'er
the
field
effus'd
,
Darts
on
the
gloomy
flood
,
with
steady
eye
,
And
heart
estrang'd
to
fear
:
his
nervous
chest
,
Luxuriant
,
and
erect
,
the
seat
of
strength
!
Bears
downth'
opposing
stream
:
quenchless
his
thirst
,
He
takes
the
river
at
redoubled
draughts
;
And
with
wide
nostrils
,
snorting
,
skims
the
wave
.
Still
let
me
pierce
into
the
midnight
depth
Of
yonder
grove
,
of
wildest
,
largest
growth
;
That
,
high
embowering
in
the
middle
air
,
Nods
o'er
the
mount
beneath
.
At
every
step
,
Solemn
,
and
slow
,
the
shadows
blacker
fall
,
And
all
is
awful
,
silent
gloom
around
.
These
are
the
haunts
of
meditation
,
these
The
scenes
where
antient
Bards
th'
inspiring
breath
,
Extatic
felt
,
and
,
from
this
world
retir'd
,
Convers'd
with
angels
,
and
immortal
forms
,
On
heavenly
errants
bent
:
to
save
the
fall
Of
virtue
strugling
on
the
brink
of
vice
;
In
waking
whispers
,
and
repeated
dreams
,
To
hint
pure
thought
,
and
warn'd
the
favour'd
soul
,
For
future
tryals
fated
to
prepare
;
To
prompt
the
Poet
,
who
devoted
gives
His
muse
to
better
themes
;
to
sooth
the
pangs
Of
dying
Saints
;
and
from
the
Patriot's
breast
,
(
Backward
to
mingle
in
detested
war
,
But
foremost
when
engag'd
)
to
turn
the
death
;
And
numberless
such
offices
of
love
,
Daily
,
and
nightly
,
zealous
to
perform
.
Shook
sudden
from
the
bosom
of
the
sky
,
A
thousand
shapes
or
glide
athwart
the
dusk
,
Or
stalk
majestick
on
.
Arous'd
,
I
feel
A
sacred
terror
,
and
severe
delight
,
Creep
thro'
my
mortal
frame
;
and
thus
,
methinks
,
Those
accents
murmur'd
in
th'
abstracted
ear
,
Pronounce
distinct
.
"
Be
not
of
us
afraid
,
"
Poor
kindred
man
,
thy
fellow-creatures
,
we
"
From
the
same
Parent-Power
our
beings
drew
,
"
The
,
same
our
Lord
,
and
laws
,
and
great
pursuit
.
"
Once
some
of
us
,
like
thee
,
thro'
stormy
life
,
"
Toil'd
,
tempest-beaten
,
e'er
we
could
attain
"
This
holy
calm
,
this
harmony
of
mind
,
"
Where
purity
and
peace
immingle
charms
.
"
Then
fear
us
not
;
but
with
responsive
song
,
"
Oft
in
these
dim
recesses
,
undisturb'd
"
By
noisy
folly
,
and
discordant
vice
,
"
Of
nature
sing
with
us
,
and
nature's
God
.
"
And
frequent
at
the
middle
waste
of
night
,
"
Or
all
day
long
,
in
desarts
still
,
are
heard
,
"
Now
here
,
now
there
,
now
wheeling
in
mid-sky
,
"
Around
,
or
underneath
,
aerial
sounds
,
"
Sent
from
angelic
harps
,
and
voices
join'd
.
"
A
happiness
bestow'd
by
us
,
alone
,
"
On
contemplation
,
or
the
hallow'd
ear
"
Of
Poet
,
swelling
to
seraphic
strain
.
"
Thus
up
the
Mount
,
in
visionary
muse
,
I
stray
,
regardless
whither
;
till
the
stun
Of
a
near
fall
of
water
every
sense
Wakes
from
the
charm
of
thought
:
swift-shrinking
back
,
I
stand
aghast
,
and
view
the
broken
scene
.
Smooth
to
the
shaggy
brink
a
spreading
flood
Rolls
fair
and
placid
;
till
collected
all
,
In
one
big
glut
,
as
sinks
the
shelving
ground
,
Th'
impetuous
torrent
,
tumbling
down
the
steep
,
Thunders
and
shakes
th'
astonish'd
country
round
.
Now
a
blue
watry
sheet
;
anon
dispers'd
,
A
hoary
mist
;
then
gathered
in
again
,
A
darted
stream
aslant
the
hollow
rock
,
This
way
,
and
that
tormented
;
dashing
thick
,
From
seep
to
seep
,
with
wild
,
infracted
course
,
And
restless
roaring
to
the
humble
vale
.
With
the
rough
prospect
tir'd
,
I
turn
my
gaze
,
Where
,
in
long
vista
,
the
soft-murmuring
main
Darts
a
green
lustre
,
trembling
thro'
the
trees
;
Or
to
yon
silver-streaming
threads
of
light
,
A
showery
radiance
,
beaming
thro'
the
boughs
.
Invited
from
the
rock
,
to
whose
dark
cliff
He
clings
,
the
steep-ascending
eagle
soars
,
With
upward
pinions
thro'
th'
attractive
gleam
:
And
,
giving
full
his
bosom
to
the
blaze
,
Gains
on
the
sun
;
while
all
the
feathery
race
,
Smote
with
afflictive
noon
,
disorder'd
droop
,
Deep
in
the
thicket
;
or
,
from
bower
to
bower
Responsive
,
force
an
interrupted
strain
.
The
stock-dove
only
thro'
the
forest
cooes
,
Mournfully
hoarse
;
oft
ceasing
from
his
plaint
,
Short
interval
of
weary
woe
!
again
The
sad
idea
of
his
murder'd
mate
,
Struck
from
his
side
by
savage
fowler's
guile
,
Across
his
fancy
comes
;
and
then
resounds
A
louder
song
of
sorrow
thro'
the
grove
.
Beside
the
dewy
border
let
me
sit
,
All
in
the
freshness
of
the
humid
air
;
There
on
that
rock
by
Nature's
chissel
carv'd
An
ample
chair
,
moss-lin'd
,
and
over
head
By
flowering
umbrage
shaded
;
where
the
bee
Strays
diligent
,
and
with
th'
extracted
sweet
Of
honey-suckle
loads
his
little
thigh
.
And
what
a
various
prospect
lies
around
!
Of
hills
,
and
vales
,
and
woods
,
and
lawns
,
and
spires
,
And
towns
betwixt
,
and
gilded
streams
;
till
all
The
stretching
landskip
into
smoak
decays
.
Happy
Britannia
!
where
the
Queen
of
arts
,
Inspiring
vigour
,
Liberty
abroad
Walks
thro'
the
land
of
Heroes
,
unconfin'd
And
scatters
plenty
with
unsparing
hand
.
Rich
is
the
soil
,
and
merciful
the
skies
;
Thy
streams
unfailing
in
the
summer's
drought
;
Unmatch'd
thy
guardian-oaks
;
thy
vallies
float
With
golden
waves
;
and
on
thy
mountains
flocks
Bleat
,
numberless
;
while
,
roving
round
their
sides
,
Bellow
the
blackening
herds
in
lusty
droves
.
Beneath
,
thy
meadows
flame
,
and
rise
unquell'd
,
Against
the
mower's
scythe
.
On
every
hand
,
Thy
villas
shine
.
Thy
country
teems
with
wealth
,
And
Property
assures
it
to
the
swain
,
Pleas'd
,
and
unweary'd
,
in
his
certain
toil
.
Full
are
thy
cities
with
the
Sons
of
art
;
And
trade
,
and
joy
,
in
every
busy
street
,
Mingling
are
heard
:
even
Drudgery
himself
,
As
at
the
car
he
sweats
,
or
dusty
hews
The
palace-stone
,
looks
gay
.
Thy
crouded
ports
,
Where
rising
masts
an
endless
prospect
yield
,
With
labour
burn
,
and
echo
to
the
shouts
Of
hurry'd
sailor
,
as
he
hearty
waves
His
last
adieu
,
and
loosening
every
sheet
,
Resigns
the
spreading
vessel
to
the
wind
.
Bold
,
firm
,
and
graceful
,
are
thy
generous
youth
,
By
hardship
sinew'd
,
and
by
danger
fir'd
,
Scattering
the
nations
where
they
go
;
and
first
,
Or
in
the
listed
plain
,
or
wintry
seas
.
Mild
are
thy
glories
too
,
as
o'er
the
plans
Of
thriving
peace
thy
thoughtful
sires
preside
;
In
genius
,
and
substantial
learning
high
;
For
every
virtue
,
every
worth
renown'd
,
Sincere
,
plain-hearted
,
hospitable
,
kind
;
Yet
like
the
mustering
thunder
when
provok'd
;
The
dread
of
tyrants
,
and
the
sole
resource
Of
such
as
under
grim
oppression
groan
.
Thy
sons
of
glory
many
!
thine
a
More
,
As
Cato
firm
,
as
Aristides
just
,
Like
rigid
Cincinnatus
nobly
poor
,
A
dauntless
soul
,
erect
,
who
smil'd
on
death
.
Frugal
,
and
wise
,
a
Walsingham
is
thine
;
A
Drake
,
who
made
thee
mistress
of
the
deep
,
And
bore
thy
name
in
thunder
round
the
world
.
Then
flam'd
thy
spirit
high
;
but
who
can
speak
The
numerous
worthies
of
the
maiden
reign
?
In
Raleigh
mark
their
every
glory
mix'd
,
Raleigh
,
the
scourge
of
Spain
!
whose
breast
with
all
The
sage
,
the
patriot
,
and
the
hero
burn'd
.
Nor
sunk
his
vigour
,
when
a
coward-reign
The
warrior
fetter'd
,
and
at
last
resign'd
,
To
glut
the
vengeance
of
a
vanquish'd
foe
.
Then
deep
thro'
fate
his
mind
retorted
saw
,
And
with
his
prison-hours
enrich'd
the
world
;
Yet
found
no
times
,
in
all
the
long
research
,
So
glorious
,
or
so
base
,
as
those
he
prov'd
,
In
which
he
conquer'd
,
and
in
which
he
bled
.
A
Hambden
thine
,
of
unsubmitting
soul
;
Who
stemm'd
the
torrent
of
a
downward
age
,
To
slavery
prone
;
and
bade
thee
rise
again
,
In
all
thy
native
pomp
of
Freedom
fierce
.
Nor
can
the
muse
the
gallant
Sidney
pass
,
The
plume
of
war
!
with
every
lawrel
crown'd
,
The
lover's
myrtle
,
and
the
poet's
bay
.
Nor
him
of
later
name
,
firm
to
the
cause
Of
Liberty
,
her
rough
determin'd
friend
,
The
British
Brutus
;
whose
united
blood
With
Russel
,
thine
,
thou
patriot
wise
,
and
calm
,
Stain'd
the
sad
annals
of
a
giddy
reign
;
Aiming
at
lawless
power
,
tho'
meanly
sunk
In
loose
inglorious
sloth
.
High
thy
renown
In
Sages
too
,
far
as
the
sacred
light
Of
science
spreads
,
and
wakes
the
muses'
song
.
Thine
is
a
Bacon
form'd
of
happy
mold
,
When
Nature
smil'd
,
deep
,
comprehensive
,
clear
,
Exact
,
and
elegant
;
in
one
rich
soul
,
Plato
,
the
Stagyrite
,
and
Tully
join'd
.
The
generous
Anthony
Ashley
Cooper
,
Earl
of
Shaftsbury
.
Ashley
thine
,
the
friend
of
man
;
Who
scann'd
his
nature
with
a
brother's
eye
,
His
weakness
prompt
to
shade
,
to
raise
his
aim
,
To
touch
the
finer
movements
of
the
mind
,
And
with
the
moral
Beauty
charm
the
heart
.
What
need
I
name
thy
Boyle
,
whose
pious
search
Still
sought
the
great
Creator
in
his
works
,
By
sure
experience
led
?
And
why
thy
Locke
,
Who
made
the
whole
internal
world
his
own
?
Let
comprehensive
Newton
speak
thy
fame
,
In
all
philosophy
.
For
solemn
song
,
Is
not
wild
Shakespear
nature's
boast
,
and
thine
?
And
every
greatly
amiable
muse
Of
elder
ages
in
thy
Milton
met
?
His
was
the
treasure
of
two
thousand
years
,
Seldom
indulg'd
to
man
;
a
god-like
mind
,
Unlimited
,
and
various
,
as
his
Theme
;
Astonishing
as
Chaos
;
as
the
bloom
Of
blowing
Eden
fair
;
soft
as
the
talk
Of
our
grand
Parents
,
and
as
Heaven
sublime
.
May
my
song
soften
as
,
thy
daughters
,
I
,
Britannia
,
hail
!
for
beauty
is
their
own
,
The
feeling
heart
simplicity
of
life
,
And
elegance
,
and
taste
:
the
faultless
form
,
Shap'd
by
the
hand
of
Harmony
;
the
cheek
,
Where
the
live
crimson
,
thro'
the
native
white
Soft-shooting
,
o'er
the
face
diffuses
bloom
,
And
every
nameless
grace
;
the
parted
lip
,
Like
the
red
rose-bud
,
moist
with
morning-dew
,
Breathing
delight
;
and
,
under
flowing
jet
,
Or
sunny
ringlets
,
or
of
circling
brown
,
The
neck
slight-shaded
,
and
the
swelling
breast
;
The
look
resistless
,
piercing
to
the
soul
,
And
by
the
soul
inform'd
,
when
,
drest
in
love
,
She
sits
high
smiling
in
the
conscious
eye
.
Island
of
bliss
!
amid
the
subject
seas
,
That
thunder
round
thy
rocky
coasts
,
set
up
,
At
once
the
wonder
,
terror
,
and
delight
,
Of
distant
nations
;
whose
remotest
shore
Can
soon
be
shaken
by
thy
naval
arm
;
Not
to
be
shook
thyself
,
but
all
assaults
Baffling
,
like
thy
hoar
cliffs
the
loud
sea-wave
.
O
Thou
!
by
whose
almighty
Nod
the
scale
Of
empire
rises
,
or
alternate
falls
,
Send
forth
the
saving
Virtues
round
the
land
,
In
bright
patrol
:
white
Peace
,
and
social
Love
;
The
tender-looking
Charity
,
intent
On
gentle
deeds
,
and
shedding
tears
thro'
smiles
;
Undaunted
Truth
,
and
Dignity
of
mind
;
Courage
compos'd
,
and
keen
;
sound
Temperance
,
Healthful
in
heart
and
look
;
clear
Chastity
,
With
blushes
reddening
as
she
moves
along
,
Disorder'd
at
the
deep
regard
she
draws
;
Rough
Industry
;
Activity
untry'd
,
With
copious
life
inform'd
,
and
all
awake
:
While
,
in
the
radiant
front
,
superior
shines
That
first
paternal
Virtue
,
public
Zeal
,
Who
casts
o'er
all
an
equal
,
wide
survey
,
And
ever
musing
on
the
common
weal
,
Still
labours
glorious
with
some
brave
design
.
Thus
far
transported
by
my
country's
love
,
Nobly
digressive
from
my
theme
,
I've
aim'd
To
sing
her
praises
in
ambitious
verse
;
While
,
slightly
to
recount
,
I
simply
meant
,
The
various
summer-horrors
,
which
infest
Kingdoms
that
scorch
below
severer
suns
:
Kingdoms
on
which
,
direct
,
the
flood
of
day
Oppressive
falls
,
and
gives
the
gloomy
hue
,
And
feature
gross
;
or
worse
,
to
ruthless
deeds
,
Wan
jealousy
,
red
rage
,
and
fell
revenge
,
Their
hasty
spirit
prompts
.
Ill-fated
race
!
Altho'
the
treasures
of
the
sun
be
theirs
,
Rocks
rich
in
gems
,
and
mountains
big
with
mines
;
Whence
,
over
sands
of
gold
,
the
Niger
rolls
His
amber
wave
;
while
on
his
balmy
banks
,
Or
in
the
spicy
Abyssinian
vales
,
The
citron
,
orange
,
and
pomegranate
,
drink
Intolerable
day
,
yet
in
their
coats
A
cooling
juice
contain
.
Peaceful
beneath
,
Leans
the
huge
elephant
;
and
in
his
shade
A
multitde
of
beauteous
creatures
play
,
And
birds
of
bolder
note
rejoice
around
.
And
oft
amid
their
aromatic
groves
,
Touch'd
by
the
torch
of
noon
,
the
gummy
bark
,
Smouldering
,
begins
to
roll
the
dusky
wreath
.
Instant
,
so
swift
the
ruddy
ruin
spreads
,
A
cloud
of
incense
shadows
all
the
land
;
And
,
o'er
a
thousand
thundering
trees
at
once
,
Riots
with
lawless
rage
the
running
blaze
:
But
ciefly
should
fomenting
winds
assist
,
And
doubling
blend
the
circulating
waves
Of
flame
tempestuous
;
or
directly
on
,
Far-streaming
,
drive
them
thro'
the
forest's
length
.
But
other
views
await
;
where
heaven
above
Glows
like
an
arch
of
brass
;
and
all
below
,
The
brown-burnt
earth
a
mass
of
iron
lies
;
Of
fruits
,
and
flowers
,
and
every
verdure
spoilt
;
Barren
,
and
bare
,
a
joyless
,
weary
waste
;
Thin-cottag'd
;
and
in
time
of
trying
need
,
Abandon'd
by
the
vanish'd
brook
;
like
one
Of
fading
fortune
by
his
treacherous
friend
.
Such
are
thy
horrid
desarts
,
Barca
;
such
Zaara
,
thy
hot
inhospitable
sands
;
Continuous
rising
often
with
the
blast
,
Till
the
sun
sees
no
more
;
and
unknit
earth
,
Shook
by
the
south
into
the
darken'd
air
,
Falls
in
new
hilly
kingdoms
o'er
the
waste
.
Hence
late
expos'd
(
if
distant
fame
says
true
)
A
smother'd
city
from
the
sandy
wave
Emergent
rose
;
with
olive-fields
around
,
Fresh
woods
,
reclining
herds
,
and
silent
flocks
,
Amusing
all
,
and
incorrupted
seen
.
For
by
the
nitrous
penetrating
salts
,
Mix'd
copious
with
the
sand
,
pierc'd
,
and
preserv'd
,
Each
object
hardens
gradual
into
stone
,
Its
posture
fixes
,
and
its
colour
keeps
.
The
statue-folk
,
within
,
unnumber'd
croud
The
streets
,
in
various
attitudes
surpriz'd
By
sudden
fate
,
and
live
on
every
face
The
passions
caught
,
beyond
the
sculptor's
art
.
Here
leaning
soft
,
the
marble-lovers
stand
,
Delighted
even
in
death
;
and
each
for
each
Feeling
alone
,
with
that
expressive
look
,
Which
perfect
Nature
only
knows
to
give
.
And
there
the
father
agonizing
bends
Fond
o'er
his
weeping
wife
,
and
infant
train
Aghast
,
and
trembling
,
tho'
they
know
not
why
.
The
stiffen'd
vulgar
stretch
their
arms
to
heaven
,
With
horror
starting
;
while
in
council
deep
Assembled
full
,
the
hoary-headed
sires
Sit
sadly-thoughtful
of
the
public
fate
.
As
when
old
Rome
,
beneath
the
raging
Gaul
,
Sunk
her
proud
turrets
resolute
on
death
,
Around
the
Forum
sat
the
grey
divan
Of
Senators
,
majestic
,
motionless
,
With
ivory-staves
,
and
in
their
awful
robes
Dress'd
like
the
falling
fathers
of
mankind
;
Amaz'd
,
and
shivering
,
from
the
solemn
sight
The
red
barbarians
shrunk
,
and
deem'd
them
Gods
.
'Tis
here
that
Thirst
has
fix'd
his
dry
domain
;
And
walks
his
wide
,
malignant
round
,
in
search
Of
pilgrim
lost
;
or
on
the
In
the
desart
of
Araoan
are
two
tombs
with
inscriptions
on
them
,
importing
that
the
persons
there
interr'd
were
a
rich
merchant
,
and
a
poor
carrier
,
who
both
died
of
thirst
;
and
that
the
former
had
given
to
the
latter
ten
thousand
ducats
for
one
cruise
of
water
.
Merchant's
tomb
Triumphant
sits
,
who
for
a
single
cruise
Of
unavailing
water
paid
so
dear
:
Nor
could
the
gold
his
hard
associate
save
.
Here
the
green
serpent
gathers
up
his
train
,
In
orbs
immense
;
then
darting
out
anew
,
Progressive
,
rattles
thro'
the
wither'd
brake
;
And
,
rolling
frightful
,
guards
the
scanty
fount
,
If
fount
there
be
:
or
of
diminsh'd
size
,
But
mighty
mischief
,
on
th'
unguarded
swain
Steals
,
full
of
rancour
.
Here
the
savage
race
Roam
,
licens'd
by
the
shading
hour
of
blood
.
And
foul
misdeed
,
when
the
pure
day
has
shut
His
sacred
eye
.
The
rabid
tyger
then
,
The
fiery
panther
,
and
the
whisker'd
pard
,
(
Bespeckled
fair
,
the
beauty
of
the
waste
)
In
dire
divan
,
surround
their
shaggy
King
,
Majestic
,
stalking
o'er
the
burning
sand
,
With
planted
step
;
while
an
obsequious
croud
Of
grinning
forms
at
humble
distance
wait
.
These
all
together
join'd
from
darksome
caves
,
Where
o'er
gnaw'd
bones
they
slumber'd
out
the
day
,
By
supreme
hunger
smit
,
and
thirst
intense
,
At
once
their
mingling
voices
raise
to
Heaven
;
And
with
imperious
and
repeated
roars
,
Demanding
food
,
the
wilderness
resounds
,
From
Atlas
eastward
to
the
frighted
Nile
.
Unhappy
he
!
who
from
the
first
of
joys
,
Society
,
cut
off
,
is
left
alone
Amid
this
world
of
death
.
Ceaseless
he
sits
,
Sad
on
the
jutting
eminence
,
and
views
The
rowling
main
,
that
ever
toils
below
;
Still
fondly
forming
in
the
farthest
verge
,
Where
the
round
aether
mixes
with
the
wave
,
Ships
,
dim-discover'd
,
dropping
from
the
clouds
.
At
evening
,
to
the
setting
sun
he
turns
A
mournful
eye
,
and
down
his
dying
heart
Sinks
helpless
;
while
the
wonted
roar
is
up
,
And
hiss
continual
thro'
the
tedious
night
.
Yet
here
,
even
here
,
into
these
black
abodes
Of
monstors
,
unappall'd
,
from
stooping
Rome
,
And
haughty
Caesar
,
Liberty
retir'd
,
With
Cato
leading
thro'
Numidian
wilds
:
Disdainful
of
Campania's
fertile
plains
,
And
all
the
green
delights
of
Italy
;
When
for
them
she
must
bend
the
servile
knee
,
And
fawning
take
the
blessings
once
her
own
.
What
need
I
mention
those
inclement
skies
,
Where
frequent
,
o'er
the
sickening
city
,
Plague
,
The
fiercest
son
of
Nemesis
divine
,
Collects
a
close
,
incumbent
night
of
death
;
Uninterrupted
by
the
living
winds
,
Forbid
to
blow
a
wholesome
breeze
;
and
stain'd
With
many
a
mixture
,
by
the
sun
suffus'd
,
Of
angry
aspect
?
Princely
Wisdom
then
Dejects
his
watchful
eye
;
and
from
the
hand
Of
drooping
Justice
,
ineffectual
,
falls
The
sword
,
and
balance
.
Mute
the
voice
of
Joy
;
And
hush'd
the
murmur
of
the
busy
world
.
Empty
the
streets
,
with
uncouth
verdure
clad
,
And
rang'd
at
open
noon
by
beasts
of
prey
,
And
birds
of
bloody
beak
.
The
sullen
door
No
visit
knows
,
nor
hears
the
wailing
voice
Of
fervent
Want
.
Even
soul-attracted
friends
,
And
relatives
endear'd
for
many
a
year
,
Savag'd
by
woe
,
forget
the
social
tye
,
The
close
engagement
of
the
kindred
heart
;
And
,
sick
in
solitude
,
successive
die
,
Untended
,
and
unmourn'd
.
While
to
compleat
The
scene
of
desolation
,
wide
around
,
Denying
all
retreat
,
the
grim
guards
stand
,
And
give
the
flying
wretch
a
better
death
.
Much
of
the
force
of
foreign
Summers
still
,
Of
growling
hills
that
shoot
the
pillar'd
flame
,
Of
earthquake
,
and
pale
famine
,
could
I
sing
;
But
equal
scenes
of
horror
call
me
home
.
For
now
,
slow-settling
,
o'er
the
lurid
grove
,
Unusual
darkness
broods
;
and
growing
gains
The
broad
possession
of
the
sky
,
surcharg'd
With
wrathful
vapour
,
from
the
damp
abrupt
,
Where
sleep
the
mineral
generations
,
drawn
.
Thence
nitre
,
sulphur
,
vitriol
,
on
the
day
Steam
,
and
fermenting
in
yon
baleful
cloud
,
Extensive
o'er
the
world
a
reddening
gloom
!
In
dreadful
promptitude
to
spring
,
await
The
high
command
.
A
boding
silence
reigns
Dread
thro'
the
dun
expanse
,
save
the
dull
sound
,
That
from
the
mountain
,
previous
to
the
storm
,
Rowls
o'er
the
trembling
earth
,
disturbs
the
flood
,
And
stirs
the
forest-leaf
without
a
breath
.
Prone
,
to
the
lowest
vale
,
th'
aerial
tribes
Descend
:
the
tempest-loving
raven
scarce
Dares
wing
the
dubious
dusk
.
In
rueful
gaze
The
cattle
stand
,
and
on
the
scouling
heavens
Cast
a
deploring
eye
;
by
man
forsook
,
Who
to
the
crouded
cottage
hies
him
fast
,
Or
seeks
the
shelter
of
the
downward
cave
.
'Tis
dumb
amaze
,
and
listening
terror
all
;
When
to
the
quicker
eye
the
livid
glance
Appears
far
south
,
emissive
thro'
the
cloud
;
And
,
by
the
powerful
breath
of
God
inflate
,
The
thunder
raises
his
tremendous
voice
;
At
first
low-muttering
;
but
at
each
approach
,
The
lightnings
flash
a
larger
curve
,
and
more
The
noise
astounds
:
till
over
head
a
sheet
Of
various
flame
discloses
wide
,
then
shuts
And
opens
wider
,
shuts
and
opens
still
Expansive
,
wrapping
aether
in
a
blaze
.
Follows
the
loosen'd
,
aggravated
roar
,
Enlarging
,
deepening
,
mingling
,
peal
on
peal
Crush'd
horrible
,
convulsing
heaven
and
earth
.
Down
comes
a
deluge
of
sonorous
hail
,
In
the
white
,
heavenly
magazines
congeal'd
;
And
often
fatal
to
th'
unshelter'd
head
Of
man
,
or
rougher
beast
.
Wide-rent
the
clouds
Pour
a
whole
flood
;
and
yet
,
its
rage
unquench'd
,
Th'
inconquerable
lightning
struggles
thro'
,
Ragged
,
and
fierce
,
or
in
red
whirling
balls
,
And
strikes
the
shepherd
,
as
he
shuddering
sits
,
Presaging
ruin
,
mid
the
rocky
clift
.
His
inmost
marrow
feels
the
gliding
flame
;
He
dies
;
and
,
like
a
statue
grim'd
with
age
,
His
live
dejected
posture
still
remains
;
His
russet
sing'd
,
and
rent
his
hanging
hat
;
Against
his
crook
his
sooty
cheek
reclin'd
;
While
,
whining
at
his
feet
,
his
half-slung'd
dog
,
Importunately
kind
,
and
fearful
,
pats
On
his
insensate
master
for
relief
.
Black
from
the
stroak
,
above
,
the
mountain-pine
,
A
leaning
shatter'd
trunk
,
stands
scath'd
to
heaven
,
The
talk
of
future
ages
;
and
,
below
,
A
lifeless
groupe
the
blasted
cattle
lie
:
Here
the
soft
flocks
,
with
that
same
harmless
look
,
They
wore
alive
,
and
ruminating
still
,
In
fancy's
eye
;
and
there
the
frowning
bull
,
And
ox
half-rais'd
.
A
little
further
,
burns
The
guiltless
cottage
;
and
the
haughty
dome
Stoops
to
the
base
.
In
one
immediate
flash
,
The
forest
falls
;
or
,
flaming
out
,
displays
The
savage-hunts
,
unpierc'd
by
day
before
,
Scar'd
is
the
mountain's
brow
;
and
from
,
the
cliff
Tumbles
the
smitten
rock
.
The
desart
shakes
,
And
gleams
,
and
grumbles
,
thro'
his
deepest
dens
.
Guilt
dubious
hears
,
with
deeply-troubled
thought
;
And
yet
not
always
on
the
guilty
head
Falls
the
devoted
flash
.
Young
Celadon
And
his
Amelia
were
a
matchless
twain
:
With
equal
virtue
form'd
,
and
equal
grace
,
The
same
,
distinguish'd
by
their
sex
alone
:
Hers
the
mild
lustre
of
the
blooming
morn
,
And
his
the
radiance
of
the
risen
day
.
They
lov'd
.
But
such
their
guileless
passion
was
,
As
in
the
dawn
of
time
alarm'd
the
heart
Of
Innocence
,
and
undissembling
Truth
.
'Twas
friendship
,
heighten'd
by
the
mutual
wish
,
Th'
enchanting
hope
,
and
sympathetick
glow
,
Struck
from
the
charmsul
eye
.
Devoting
all
To
love
,
each
was
to
each
a
dearer
self
;
Supremely
happy
in
th'
awaken'd
power
Of
given
joy
.
Alone
,
amid
the
shades
,
Still
in
harmonious
intercourse
they
liv'd
The
rural
day
,
and
talk'd
the
flowing
heart
,
Or
sigh'd
,
and
look'd
unutterable
things
.
Thus
pass'd
their
life
,
a
clear
united
stream
,
By
care
unrnffled
;
till
in
evil
hour
The
tempest
caught
them
on
the
tender
walk
,
Heedless
how
far
.
Her
breast
presageful
heav'd
Unwonted
sighs
,
and
stealing
oft
a
look
Of
the
big
gloom
,
on
Celadon
her
eye
Fell
tearful
,
wetting
her
disorder'd
cheek
.
In
vain
assuring
love
,
and
confidence
In
heaven
repress'd
her
fear
;
it
grew
,
and
shook
Her
frame
near
dissolution
.
He
perceiv'd
Th'
unequal
conflict
,
and
as
angels
look
On
dying
saints
,
his
eyes
compassion
shed
,
With
love
illumin'd
high
.
"
Fear
not
,
he
said
,
"
Fair
innocence
!
thou
stranger
to
offence
,
"
And
inward
storm
!
He
,
who
yon
skies
involves
"
In
frowns
of
darkness
,
ever
smiles
on
thee
,
"
With
full
regard
.
O'er
thee
the
secret
shaft
"
That
wastes
at
midnight
,
or
th'
undreaded
hour
"
Of
noon
,
flies
hurtless
;
and
that
very
voice
,
"
Which
thunders
terror
thro'
the
conscious
heart
,
"
With
tongues
of
seraphs
whispers
peace
to
thine
.
"
'Tis
safety
to
be
near
thee
sure
,
and
thus
"
To
clasp
perfection
!
"
From
his
void
embrace
,
(
Mysterious
heaven
!
)
that
moment
,
in
a
heap
Of
pallid
ashes
fell
the
beauteous
maid
.
But
who
can
paint
the
lover
,
as
he
stood
,
Struck
by
severe
amazement
,
hating
life
,
Speechless
,
and
fix'd
in
all
the
death
of
woe
!
So
,
faint
resemblance
,
on
the
marble-tomb
,
The
well-dissembl'd
mourner
stooping
stands
,
For
ever
silent
,
and
for
ever
sad
.
As
from
the
face
of
heaven
the
shatter'd
clouds
Tumultuous
rove
,
th'
interminable
blue
,
Delightful
swells
into
the
general
arch
,
That
copes
the
nations
.
Nature
from
the
storm
Shines
out
afresh
;
and
thro'
the
lighten'd
air
A
higher
lustre
and
a
clearer
calm
,
Diffusive
,
tremble
;
while
,
as
if
in
sign
Of
danger
past
,
a
glittering
robe
of
joy
,
Set
off
abundant
by
the
level
ray
,
Inverts
the
fields
,
yet
dropping
from
distress
.
'Tis
beauty
all
,
and
grateful
song
around
,
Joyn'd
to
the
low
of
kine
,
and
numerous
bleat
Of
flocks
thick-nibbling
thro'
the
clover'd
vale
.
And
shall
the
hymn
be
marr'd
by
thankless
man
,
Most-favour'd
;
who
with
voice
articulate
Should
lead
the
chorus
of
this
lower
world
?
Shall
ho
,
so
soon
forgetful
of
the
hand
That
hush'd
the
thunder
,
and
expands
the
sky
,
After
the
tempest
puff
his
idle
vows
,
And
a
new
dance
of
vanity
begin
,
Scarce
e'er
the
pant
forsake
the
feeble
heart
?
Chear'd
by
the
setting
beam
,
the
sprightly
youth
Speeds
to
the
well-known
pool
,
whose
crystal
depth
A
sandy
bottom
shews
.
A
while
he
stands
Gazing
th'
inverted
landskip
,
half
afraid
To
meditate
the
blue
profound
below
;
Then
plunges
headlong
down
the
circling
flood
.
His
ebon
tresses
,
and
his
rosy
cheek
Instant
emerge
;
and
thro'
the
flexile
wave
,
At
each
short
breathing
by
his
lip
repell'd
,
With
arms
and
legs
according
well
,
he
makes
,
As
humour
leads
,
an
easy-winding
path
;
While
,
from
his
polish'd
sides
,
a
dewy
light
Effuses
on
the
pleas'd
spectators
round
.
'Twas
then
beneath
a
secret-waving
shade
,
Where
winded
into
lovely
solituctes
Runs
out
the
rambling
dale
that
Damon
sat
,
Thoughtful
,
and
fix'd
in
philosophic
muse
:
Damon
,
who
still
amid
the
savage
woods
,
And
lonely
lawns
,
the
force
of
beauty
scorn'd
,
Firm
,
and
to
false
philosophy
devote
.
The
brook
ran
babling
by
;
and
sighing
weak
,
The
breeze
among
the
bending
willows
play'd
:
When
Sacharissa
to
the
cool
retreat
,
With
Amoret
,
and
Musidora
stole
.
Warm
in
their
cheek
the
sultry
season
glow'd
;
And
,
rob'd
in
loose
array
,
they
came
to
bathe
Their
fervent
limbs
in
the
refreshing
stream
.
Tall
,
and
majestic
,
Sacharissa
rose
,
Superior
treading
,
as
on
Ida's
top
(
So
Grecian
bards
in
wanton
fable
sung
)
High-shone
the
sister
and
the
wife
of
Jove
.
Another
Pallas
Musidora
seem'd
,
Meek-ey'd
,
sedate
,
and
gaining
every
look
A
surer
conquest
of
the
sliding
heart
.
While
,
like
the
Cyprian
goddess
,
Amoret
,
Delicious
dress'd
in
rosy-dimpled
smiles
,
And
all
one
softness
,
melted
on
the
sense
.
Nor
Paris
panted
stronger
,
when
aside
The
rival-goddesses
the
veil
divine
Cast
unconfin'd
,
and
gave
him
all
their
charms
,
Than
,
Damon
,
thou
,
the
stoick
now
no
more
,
But
man
deep-felt
,
as
from
the
snowy
leg
,
And
slender
foot
,
th'
inverted
silk
they
drew
;
As
the
soft
touch
dissolv'd
the
virgin-zone
;
And
,
thro'
the
parting
robe
,
th'
alternate
breast
,
With
youth
wild-throbbing
,
on
thy
lawless
gaze
Luxuriant
rose
.
Yet
more
enamour'd
still
,
When
from
their
naked
limbs
of
glowing
white
,
In
folds
loose-floating
felt
the
fainter
lawn
;
And
fair
expos'd
they
stood
,
shrunk
from
themselves
;
With
fancy
blushing
;
at
the
doubtful
breeze
Arous'd
,
and
starting
,
like
the
fearful
fawn
.
The
Venus
of
Medicis
.
So
stands
the
statue
that
enchants
the
world
,
Her
full
proportions
such
,
and
bashful
so
Bends
ineffectual
from
the
roving
eye
.
Then
to
the
flood
they
rush'd
;
the
plunging
fair
The
parted
flood
with
closing
waves
receiv'd
;
And
,
every
beauty
softening
,
every
grace
Flushing
afresh
,
a
mellow
lustre
shed
:
As
shines
the
lilly
thro'
the
crystal
mild
;
Or
as
the
rose
amid
the
morning-dew
Puts
on
a
warmer
glow
.
In
various
play
,
While
thus
they
wanton'd
;
now
beneath
the
wave
,
But
ill
conceal'd
;
and
now
with
streaming
locks
Rising
again
;
the
latent
Damon
drew
Such
draughts
of
love
and
beauty
to
the
soul
,
As
put
his
harsh
philosophy
to
flight
,
The
joyless
search
of
long-deluded
years
;
And
Musidora
fixing
in
his
heart
,
Inform'd
,
and
humaniz'd
him
into
man
.
This
is
the
purest
exercise
of
health
.
The
kind
refresher
of
the
summer-heats
;
Nor
when
,
the
brook
pellucid
,
Winter
keens
,
Would
I
weak-shivering
linger
on
the
brink
.
Thus
life
redoubles
,
and
is
oft
preserv'd
By
the
bold
swimmer
,
in
the
swift
illapse
Of
accident
disasterous
.
Hence
the
limbs
Knit
into
force
;
and
the
same
Roman
arm
,
That
rose
victorious
o'er
the
conquer'd
earth
,
First
learn'd
,
while
tender
,
to
subdue
the
wave
.
Even
from
the
body's
purity
the
mind
Receives
a
secret
,
sympathetic
aid
.
Low
walks
the
sun
,
and
broadens
by
degrees
,
Just
o'er
the
verge
of
day
.
The
rising
clouds
,
That
shift
perpetual
in
his
vivid
train
,
Their
watry
mirrors
,
numberless
,
oppos'd
,
Unfold
the
hidden
riches
of
his
ray
;
And
chase
a
change
of
colours
round
the
sky
.
'Tis
all
one
blush
from
east
to
west
!
and
now
,
Behind
the
dusky
earth
,
he
dips
his
orb
;
Now
half
immers'd
;
and
now
a
golden
curve
Gives
one
faint
glimmer
,
and
then
disappears
.
For
ever
running
an
enchanted
round
,
Passes
the
day
,
deceitful
,
tedious
,
void
;
As
fleets
the
vision
o'er
the
formful
brain
,
This
moment
hurrying
all
th'
impassion'd
soul
,
The
next
in
nothing
lost
.
'Tis
so
to
him
,
The
dreamer
of
this
earth
,
a
chearless
blank
:
A
sight
of
horror
to
the
cruel
wretch
;
Who
,
rowling
in
inhuman
pleasure
deep
,
The
whole
day
long
has
made
the
widow
pine
;
And
snatch'd
the
morsel
from
her
orphan's
mouth
.
To
give
his
dogs
.
But
to
the
tuneful
mind
,
Who
makes
the
hopeless
heart
to
sing
for
joy
,
Diffusing
kind
beneficence
around
,
Boastless
,
as
now
descends
the
silent
dew
;
To
him
the
long
review
of
order'd
life
Is
inward
rapture
,
only
to
be
felt
.
Confess'd
from
yonder
slow-extinguish'd
clouds
,
All
aether
saddening
,
sober
Evening
takes
Her
wonted
station
in
the
middle
air
;
A
thousand
Shadows
at
her
beck
.
First
This
She
sends
on
earth
;
then
That
of
deeper
die
Steals
soft
behind
;
and
then
a
Deeper
still
,
In
circle
following
circle
,
gathers
round
,
To
close
the
face
of
things
.
A
fresher
breeze
Begins
to
wave
the
wood
,
and
stir
the
stream
,
Sweeping
with
shadowy
gust
the
fields
of
corn
;
While
the
quail
clamours
for
his
running
mate
.
His
folded
flock
secure
,
the
shepherd
home
Hies
,
merry-hearted
;
and
by
turns
relieves
The
ruddy
milk-maid
of
her
brimming
pail
;
The
Beauty
,
whom
perhaps
his
witless
heart
,
Unknowing
what
the
joy-mixt
anguish
means
,
Loves
fond
,
by
the
sincerest
language
shown
Of
cordial
glances
,
and
obliging
deeds
.
Onward
they
pass
,
o'er
many
a
panting
height
,
And
valley
sunk
,
and
unfrequented
;
where
At
fall
of
eve
the
fairy
people
throng
,
In
various
game
,
and
revelry
to
pass
The
summer-night
,
as
village-stories
tell
.
But
far
about
they
wander
from
the
grave
Of
him
,
whom
his
ungentle
fortune
urg'd
Against
himself
to
lift
the
hated
hand
Of
violence
;
by
men
cast
out
from
life
,
And
after
death
,
to
which
they
drove
his
hope
,
Into
the
broad
way
side
.
The
ruin'd
tower
Is
also
shunn'd
;
whose
hoary
chambers
hold
,
So
night-struck
fancy
dreams
,
the
yelling
ghost
.
Among
the
crooked
lanes
,
on
every
hedge
,
The
glow-worm
lights
his
lamp
;
and
,
thro'
the
dark
,
Twinkles
a
moving
gem
.
On
Evening's
heel
,
Night
follows
fast
;
not
in
her
winter-robe
Of
massy
stygian
woof
,
but
loose
array'd
In
mantle
dun
.
A
faint
erroneous
ray
,
Glanc'd
from
th'
imperfect
surfaces
of
things
,
Flings
half
an
image
on
the
straining
eye
.
While
wavering
woods
,
and
villages
,
and
streams
,
And
rocks
,
and
mountain-tops
,
that
long
retain'd
Th'
ascending
gleam
,
are
all
one
swimming
scene
,
Doubtful
if
seen
:
whence
sudden
Vision
turns
To
heaven
;
where
Venus
,
in
the
sterry
front
,
Shines
eminent
;
and
from
her
genial
rise
,
When
day-light
sickens
,
till
it
springs
afresh
,
Sheds
influence
on
earth
,
to
love
,
and
life
,
And
every
form
of
vegetation
kind
.
As
thus
th'
effulgence
tremulous
I
drink
,
With
glad
peruse
,
the
lambent
lightnings
shoot
A-cross
the
sky
;
or
horizontal
dart
O'er
half
the
nations
,
in
a
minute's
space
,
Conglob'd
,
or
long
.
Astonishment
succeeds
,
And
silence
,
e'er
the
various
talk
begin
.
The
vulgar
stare
;
amazement
is
their
joy
,
And
mystic
faith
,
a
fond
sequacious
herd
!
But
scrutinous
Philosophy
looks
deep
,
With
piercing
eye
,
into
the
latent
cause
;
Nor
can
she
swallow
what
she
does
not
see
.
With
thee
,
serene
Philosophy
!
with
thee
,
And
thy
high
praises
,
let
me
crown
my
song
!
Effusive
source
of
evidence
,
and
truth
!
A
lustre
shedding
o'er
th'
ennobled
mind
,
Stronger
than
summer-noon
;
and
pure
as
that
,
Whose
mild
vibrations
sooth
the
parted
soul
,
New
to
the
dawning
of
coelestial
day
.
Hence
thro'
her
nourish'd
powers
,
enlarg'd
by
thee
,
She
soaring
spurns
,
with
elevated
pride
,
The
tangling
mass
of
cares
,
and
low
desires
,
That
bind
the
fluttering
croud
;
and
,
angel-wing'd
,
The
heights
of
Science
,
and
of
Virtue
gains
,
Where
all
is
calm
and
clear
;
with
Nature
round
Or
in
the
starry
regions
,
or
th'
abyss
,
To
Reason's
,
and
to
fancy's
eye
display'd
:
The
First
up-tracing
from
the
vast
inane
,
The
chain
of
causes
and
effects
to
Him
,
Who
,
all-sustaining
,
in
himself
,
alone
Possesses
Being
;
while
the
Last
receives
The
whole
magnificence
of
heaven
and
earth
.
And
every
beauty
,
delicate
or
bold
,
Obvious
or
more
remote
,
with
livelier
sense
,
A
world
swift-painted
on
th'
attentive
mind
.
Tutor'd
by
thee
,
hence
Poetry
exalts
Her
voice
to
ages
;
and
informs
the
page
With
music
,
image
,
sentiment
,
and
thought
,
Never
to
die
!
the
treasure
of
mankind
,
Their
highest
honour
,
and
their
truest
joy
!
Without
thee
what
were
unassisted
man
?
A
savage
roaming
thro'
the
woods
and
wilds
,
In
quest
of
prey
;
and
with
th'
unfashion'd
furr
Rough-clad
;
devoid
of
every
honest
art
,
And
elegance
of
life
.
Nor
home
,
nor
joy
Domestick
,
mix'd
of
tenderness
and
care
,
Nor
moral
excellence
,
nor
social
bliss
,
Nor
law
were
his
;
nor
property
;
nor
swain
,
To
turn
the
furrow
;
nor
mechanic
hand
Harden'd
to
toil
;
nor
sailor
bold
;
nor
trade
,
Mother
severe
of
infinite
delights
!
Nothing
,
save
rapine
,
indolence
,
and
guile
,
And
woes
on
woes
,
a
still-revolving
train
!
Whose
horrid
circle
had
made
human
life
Than
non-existence
worse
.
But
taught
by
thee
Ours
are
the
plans
of
policy
,
and
peace
;
To
live
like
brothers
,
and
conjunctive
all
Embellish
life
.
While
thus
laborious
crouds
Ply
the
tough
oar
,
Philosophy
directs
,
Star-led
,
the
helm
;
or
like
the
liberal
breath
Of
urgent
heaven
,
invisible
,
the
sails
Swells
out
,
and
bears
th'
inferior
world
along
.
Nor
to
this
evanescent
speck
of
earth
Poorly
confin'd
,
the
radiant
tracts
on
high
Are
her
exalted
range
;
intent
to
gaze
Creation
thro'
;
and
,
from
that
full
complex
Of
never-ending
wonders
,
to
conceive
Of
the
sole
Being
right
,
who
spoke
the
word
,
And
nature
mov'd
compleat
.
With
inward
view
,
Thence
on
th'
ideal
kingdom
swift
she
turns
Her
eye
;
and
instant
,
at
her
virtual
glance
,
Th'
obedient
phantoms
vanish
or
appear
;
Compound
,
divide
,
and
into
order
shift
,
Each
to
his
rank
,
from
plain
perception
up
To
notion
quite
abstract
;
where
first
begins
The
world
of
spirits
,
action
all
,
and
life
Immediate
,
and
unmix'd
.
But
here
the
cloud
,
So
wills
Eternal
Providence
,
sits
deep
.
Enough
for
us
we
know
that
this
dark
state
,
In
wayward
passions
lost
,
and
vain
pursuits
,
This
infancy
of
being
,
cannot
prove
The
final
issue
of
the
works
of
God
;
By
Love
and
Wisdom
inexpressive
form'd
,
And
ever
rising
with
the
rising
mind
.
The
END
.