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Outrageous tumult means, their loud complaints Unnumber'd fruits, of keen delicious taste
And burning sands that bank the shrubby vales,
A friendly juice to cool its rage contain. Head above head; and rang'd in lusty rows
Bear me, Pomona ! to thy citron groves, The shepherds sit, and whet the sounding shears.
To where the lemon and the piercing lime, The housewife waits to roll her fleecy stores,
With the deep orange glowing through the green, With all her gay-dress’d maids attending round. Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclin'd One, chief, in gracious dignity enthrond,
Beneath the spreading tamarind, that shakes, Shines o'er the rest the past'ral queen, and rays Fann'd by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit. Her smiles, sweet beaming, on her shepherd-king; Deep in the night the massy locust sheds, While the glad circle round them yield their souls Quench my hot limbs, or lead me thro' the maze, To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall. Embow'ring endless, of the Indian fig; Meantime their joyous task goes on apace;
Or thrown at gayer ease on some fair brow, Some mingling stir the melted tar, and some Let me behold, by breezy murmurs cool'd, Deep on the new-shorn vagrant's heaving side
Broad o'er my head the verdant cedar wave, To stamp his master's cipher ready stand;
And high palmetos lift their graceful shade ; Others th' unwilling wether drag along;
Or stretch'd amid these orchards of the sun, And, glorying in his might, the sturdy boy
Give me to drain the cocoa's milky bowl, Holds by the twisted horns th' indignant ram. And from the palm to draw its fresh’ning wine; Behold where bound, and of its robe bereft
More bounteous far than all the frantic juice By needy man, that all-depending lord,
Which Bacchus pours. Nor on its slender twigs, How meek, how patient, the mild creature lies! Low-bending, be the full pomegranate scorn'd; What softness in its melancholy face,
Nor, creeping through the woods, the gelid race What dumb-complaining innocence appears!
Of berries. Oft in humble station dwells
Witness, thou best anâna! thou, the pride
The poets imag'd in the golden age :
From these the prospect varies. Plains immense DESCRIPTION OF THE TROPICS.
Lie stretch'd below, interminable meads, Now while I taste the sweetness of the shade,
And vast savannahs, where the wand'ring eye, Where nature lies around deep lull'd in noon,
Unfix'd, is in a verdant ocean lost. Now come, bold fancy! spread a daring flight, Another Flora there, of bolder hues, And view the wonders of the torrid zone;
And richer sweets, beyond our gardens' pride, Climes unrelenting! with whose rage compar'd, Plays o'er the fields, and show'rs with sudden hand Yon blaze is feeble, and yon skies are cool.
Exuberant spring: for oft these vallies shift See how at once the bright effulgent sun,
embroider'd robe to fiery brown, Rising direct, swift chases from the sky
And swift to green again, as scorching suns, The short liv'd twilight, and with ardent blaze Or streaming dews and torrent rains, prevail. Looks gaily fierce through all the dazzling air: Along these lonely regions, where retir'd He mounts his throne; but kind before him sends, From little scenes of art great nature dwells Issuing from out the portals of the morn,
In awful solitude, and nought is seen The gen'ral breeze, to mitigate his fire,
But the wild herds that own no master's stall, And breathe refreshment on a fainting world. Prodigious rivers roll their fatt’ning seas, Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crown'd On whose luxuriant herbage, half conceal’d, And barb'rous wealth, that see each circling year Like a fallin cedar, far diffus'd his train, Returoing suns and double seasons pass ;
Cas'd in green scales the crocodile extends. Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines, The flood disparts; behold! in plaited mail That on the high equator ridgy rise ;
Behemoth rears his head. Glanc'd from his side Majestic woods, of ev'ry vig'rous green,
The darted steel in idle shivers flies; Stage above stage, high waving o'er the hills; He fearless walks the plain, or seeks the hills, Or to the far horizon wide diffus'd,
Where as he crops his varied fare, the herds, A boundless, deep, immensity of shade.
In wid’ning circle round, forget their food, Here lofty trees, to ancient song unknown,
And at the harmless stranger wond'ring gaze. The noble sons of potent heat, and floods
Peaceful beneath primeval trees, that cast Prope-rushing from the clouds, rear high to Heav'n Their ample shade o'er Niger's yellow stream, Their thorny stems, and broad around them throw And where the Ganges rolls his sacred wave, Meridian gloom: here, in eternal prime,
Or mid the central depth of black’ning woods,
High rais'd in solemn theatre around,
Leans the huge elephant, wisest of brutes !
The coming rage. Th’awaken'd village starts, O truly wise! with gentle might endow'd,
And to her fluttering breast the mother strains Though powerful not destructive! here he sees
Her thoughtless infant. From the pirate's den,
Or stern Morocco's tyrant fang escap'd,
The wretch half wishes for his bonds again ;
While, uproar all, the wilderness resounds
From Atlas eastward to the frighted Nile.
Unhappy he! who from the first of joys,
Society, cut off, is left alone
Lautan And bid him rage amid the mortal fray,
Sad on the jutting eminence he sits,
And views the main that ever toils below, Astonish'd at the madness of mankind.
Still fondly forming in the farthest verge,
Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds:
A mournful eye, and down his dying heart
Sinks helpless, while the wonted roar is up,
And hiss continual through the tedious night.
Nor stop the terror of these regions here.
Commission'd demons oft, angels of wrath, Proud Montezuma's realm, whose legions cast
Let loose the raging elements. Breath'd hot A boundless radiance waving on the sun,
From all the boundless furnace of the sky, While Philomel is ours; while in our shades,
And the wide-glittering waste of burning sand, Through the soft silence of the list’ning night, A suffocating wind the pilgrim smites
ac The sober-suited songstress trills her lay.
With instant death. Patient of thirst and toil,
Son of the desert! ev'n the camel feels Lo! the green serpent, from his dark abode,
Shot through his wither'd heart the fiery blast. Which ev'n imagination fears to tread,
Or from the black-red ether, bursting broad, At noon forth issuing, gathers up his train
Sallies the sudden whirlwind. Straight the sands, In orbs immense : then darting out anew,
Commov'd around, in gath'ring eddies play; Seeks the refreshing fount, by wbich diffus'd
Nearer and nearer still they dark’ning come, He throws his folds: and while with threat’ning
Till with the gen’ral all-involving storm And deathful jaws erect the monster curls (tongue
Swept up, the whole continuous wilds arise; His flaming crest, all other thirst appallid
And by their noonday fount dejected thrown, Or shiv'ring lies, or check’d, at distance stands,
Or sunk at night in sad disastrous sleep, Nor dares approach. But still more direful he,
Beneath descending hills the caravan
I: ;The small close-lurking minister of fate,
Is buried deep. In Cairo's crowded streets Whose high-concocted venom through the veins
Tl' impatient merchant, wond'ring, waits in vain;
And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
But chief at sea, whose ev'ry flexile wave
Obeys the blast, the aerial tumult swells. To fearless lust of blood, the savage race
In the dread ocean, undulating wide Roam, licens'd by the shading hour of guilt
Beneath the radiant line that girts the globe, And foul misdeed, when the pure day has shut
The circling Typhon, whirl'd from point to point, His sacred eye. The tyger, darting fierce,
Exhausting all the rage of all the sky, Impetuous on the prey his glance has doom'd;
And dire Ecnephia reign. Amid the heav’ns, The lively-shining leopard speckled o'er
Falsely serene, deep in a cloudy speck With many a spot, the beauty of the waste;
Compress'd, the mighty tempest brooding dwells, And, scorning all the taming arts of man,
Of no regard save to the skilful eye: The keen hyena, fellest of the fell.
Fiery and foul, the small prognostic hangs These rushing from th' inhospitable woods
Aloft, or on the promontory's brow Of Mauritania, or the tufted isles
Musters its force: a faint deceitful calm, That verdant rise amid the Lybian wild,
A flutt'ring gale, the demon sends before, Innum'rous glare around their shaggy king,
To tempt the spreading sail: then down at once, Majestic, stalking o'er the printed sand;
Precipitant, descends a mingled mass
T And with imperious and repeated roars
of roaring winds, and flame, and rushing floods. Demand their fated food. The fearful flocks
In wild amazement fix'd the sailor stands. Crowd near the guardian swain; the nobler herds,
Art is too slow; by rapid fate oppress'd, Where round their lordly bull in rural ease
His broad-wing’d vessel drinks the whelming tide,
Hid in the bosom of the black abyss. They ruminating lie, with horror hear
In bashful coyness or in maiden pride,
The soft return conceal'd, save when it stole
In side-long glances from her downcast eye,
Or from her swelling soul in stifled sighs.
He fram'd a melting lay to try her heart,
And if an infant passion struggled there, Had slumber'd on the vast Atlantic deep
To call that passion forth. Thrice happy swain ! For idle ages, starting, heard at last
A lucky chance, that oft' decides the fate The Lusitanian Prince, who, heav'n-inspir'd, Of mighty monarchs, then decided thine: To love of useful glory rous'd mankind,
For, lo! conducted by the laughing loves,
Increasing still the terrors of these storms, Warm in her cheek the sultry season glow'd,
And rob’d in loose array, she came to bathe
And dubious flutt'rings, he awhile remain’d: Swift as the gale can bear the ship along,
A pure ingenuous elegance of soul, And from the partners of that cruel trade
A delicate refinement, known to few,'
Perplex'd his breast, and urg'd him to retire ;
The banks surveying, stripp'd her beauteous limbs,
Ah then! not Paris on the piny top
The rival goddesses the veil divine
Than, Damon, thou, as from her snowy leg
As the soft touch dissolv'd the virgin zone,
With youth wild-throbbing, on thy lawless gaze
In full luxuriance rose. But, desp'rate youth!
How durst thou risk the soul-distracting view,
As from her naked limbs, of glowing white,
In folds loose-floating fell the fainter lawn,
With fancy blushing, at the doubtful breeze
Then to the flood she rush'd; the parted flood
And ev'ry beauty soft’ning, ev'ry grace
Flushing anew, a mellow lustre shed:
As shines the lily through the crystal mild,
Fresh from Aurora's hand, more sweetly glows.
While thus she wanton'd, now beneath the wave
That half-embraced her in a humid veil,
Kising again, the latent Damon drew
Such madd’ning draughts of beauty to the soul,
As for awhile o'erwhelm'd his raptur'd thought
By love's respectful modesty, he deem'd
The theft profane, if aught profane to love
(play'a Among the bending willows, falsely he
Can e'er be deem’d; and struggling from the shade, Of Musidora's cruelty complain’d.
With headlong burry fled; but first these lines,
Trac'd by his ready pencil on the bank,
DAMON AND MUSIDORA.
With trembling hand he threw. “Bathe on, my fair! Gives all his swift aerial soul to flight.
Against the breeze he darts, that way the more Of faithful love. I go to guard thy haunt,
To leave the less’ning murd'rous cry behind: To keep from thy recess each vagrant fool,
Deception short! though fleeter than the winds And each licentious eye.” With wild surprise, Blown o'er the keen-air’d mountains by the north. As if to marble struck, devoid of sense,
He bursts the thickets, glances through the glades, A stupid moment motionless she stood:
And plunges deep into the wildest wood;
Th’inhuman rout, and from the shady depth
He wont to struggle, or his loves enjoy. Of mix'd emotions, hard to be describ'd,
Oft in the full-descending flood he tries Her sudden bosom seiz'd : shame void of guilt, To lose the scent, and lave his burning sides; The charming blush of innocence, esteem
Oft seeks the herd: the watch ful herd alarm'd, And admiration of her lover's flame,
With selfish care avoid a brother's woe. By modesty exalted; even a sense
What shall he do ? His once-so-vivid nerves, Of self-approving beauty stole across
So full of buoyant spirit, now no more Her busy thought. At length a tender calm Inspire the course, but fainting breathless toil, Hush'd by degrees the tumult of her soul,
Sick, seizes on his heart: he stands at bay, And on the spreading beech, that o'er the stream And puts his last weak refuge in despair. Incumbent hung, she with the sylvan pen
The big round tears run down his dappled face; Of rural lovers this confession carv'd,
He groans in anguish, while the growling pack, Which soon her Damon kiss'd with weeping joy: Blood-happy, hang at his fair jutting chest, “Dear youth! sole judge of what these verses mean, And mark his beauteous chequer'd sides with gore. By fortune too much favour'd, but by love, Alas! not favour'd less, be still, as now,
DESCRIPTION OF A DRINKING SCENE. Discreet: the time may come you need not fly.”. But first the fuel'd chimney blazes wide;
The tankards foam; and the strong table groans
Beneath the smoking sirloin, stretch'd immense Poor is the triumph o'er the timid hare !
From side to side, in which with despirate knife Scar'd from the corn, and now to some lone seat They deep incision make, and talk the while Retir'd: the rushy fen; the ragged furze
Of England's glory, ne'er to be defac'd
Relating all the glories of the chase.
Then sated hunger bids his brother thirst Hung o'er the mazes of the mountain brook. Produce the mighty bowl; the mighty bowl, Vain is her best precaution, though she sits
Swell’d high with fiery juice, steams lib’ral round Conceal'd with folded ears; unsleeping eyes, A potent gale, delicious as the breath By nature rais'd to take th' horizon in ;
Of Maia to the love-sick shepherdess, And head couch'd close betwixt her hairy feet, On violets diffus'd, while soft she hears In act to spring away. The scented dew
Her panting shepherd stealing to her arms. Betrays her early labyrinth ; and deep,
Nor wanting is the brown October, drawn In scatter'd sullen op'nings, far behind,
Mature and perfect from his dark retreat
Flames in the light refulgent, not afraid
To cheat the thirsty moments, whist awhile
The sounding gammon ; while romp-loving miss Mix'd in mad tumult and discordant joy!
Is haul'd about in gallantry robust. The stag, too, singled from the herd, where long At last these puling idlenesses laid He rang’d the branching monarch of the shades, Aside, frequent and full the dry divan Before the tempest drives. At first in speed
Close in firm circle, and set ardent in He sprightly puts his faith; and rous’d by fear, For serious drinking. Nor evasion sly,
HARE AND STAG HUNTING.
Unbounded o'er the world, and, mingling thick,
A formless gray confusion covers all.
THE PLEASURES OF RETIREMENT,
Oh! knew he but his happiness, of men
The happiest he, who, far from public rage,
Deep in the vale with a choice few retir'd,
Drinks the pure pleasures of the rural life. [gate
What though the dome be wanting, whose proud Meantime with sudden interruption loud
Each morning vomits out the sneaking crowd
Of flatt'rers false, and in their turn abus'd ?
Vile intercourse! What though the glitt'ring robe,
Of ev'ry hue reflected light can give, The laugh, the slap, the jocund curse, go round;
Or floating loose, or stiff with massy gold; While from their slumbers shook, the kennell'd The pride and gaze of fools ! oppress him not? hounds
What though from utmost land and sea purvey'd, Mix in the music of the day again.
For him each rarer tributary life
Bleeds not, and his insatiate table heaps
Oft of gay care, he tosses out the night,
That still amuse the wanton, still deceive,
Their hollow moments undelighted all? As if the table evin itself was drunk,
Sure peace is his; a solid life, estrang'd Lie a wet broken scene; and wide below
To disappointment and fallacious hope : Is heap'd the social slaughter; where astride Rich in content, in nature's bounty rich, The lubber pow'r in filthy triumph sits
In herbs and fruits, whatever greens the spring, Slumb'rous, inclining still from side to side,
When heav'n descends in show'rs, or bends the And steeps them drench'd in potent sleep till morn.
bough, Perhaps some doctor of tremendous paunch,
When summer reddens, and when autumn beams, Awful and deep, a black abyss of drink!
Or in the wintry glebe whatever lies Outlives them all, and from his bury'd flock
Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest sap, Retiring full of rumination sad,
These are not wanting ; nor the milky drove,
Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale ;
And hum of bees, inviting sleep sincere
Or thrown at large amid the fragrant hay;
Nor aught besides of prospect, grove, or song, And roll the doubling fogs around the hill.
Dim grottoes, gleaming lakes, and fountains clear. No more the mountain, horrid, vast, sublime,
Here, too, dwells simple truth, plain innocence, Who pours a sweep of rivers from his sides,
Unsully'd beauty, sound unbroken youth, And high between contending kingdoms rears
Patient of labour, with a little pleas'd, The rocky long division, fills the view
Health ever-blooming, unambitious toil, With great variety; but in a night
Calm contemplation, and poetic ease. Of gath’ring vapour from the baffled sense
The Sinks dark and dreary; thence expanding far,
of nations, and the crush of states, The huge dusk gradual swallows up the plain :
Move not the man who, from the world escap'd, Vanish the woods; the dim-seen river seems
In still retreats and flow'ry solitudes Sullen and slow to roll the misty wave.
To nature's voice attends, from month to month, Ev'n in the height of noon oppress’d the sun
And day to day, through the revolving year; Sheds weak and blunt his wide-refracted ray,
Admiring sees her in her ev'ry shape,
Feels all her sweet emotions at his heart,
Takes what she lib'ral gives, nor thinks of more.
He when young spring protrudes the bursting gems,
Marks the first bud, and sucks the healthful gale
Into his freshen’d soul; her genial hours
He full enjoys, and not a beauty blows,
And not an op'ning blossom breathes in vain.
MISTS IN AUTUMN.