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By Nature's all-refining hand prepared; mlo w
Of temper'd sun, and water, earth, and air, only wo
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Such, falling frequent through the chiller night,.,d
The fragrant stores, the wide-projected heaps TH
Of apples, which the lusty-handed Year, how sh
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The piercing cider for the thirsty tongue
Thy native theme, and boon inspirer too, les sal
Philips, Pomona's bard, the second thou
Who nobly durst, in rhyme-unfetter'd verse,
With British freedom sing the British song:
How, from Silurian vats, high sparkling wines aut
Foam in transparent floods; some strong, to cheer)
The wintry revels of the labouring hind;
And tasteful some, to cool the summer hours,
In this glad season, while his sweetest beams 5', The sun sheds equal o'er the meeken'd day; Oh, lose me in the green delightful walks oÅ Of, Dodington, thy seat, serene and plaintivo Where simple Nature reigns; and every view,ad ~ Diffusive, spreads the pure Dorsetian downs tv ori In boundless prospect; yonder shagg'd with wood, Here rich with harvest, and there white with flocks! Meantime the grandeur of thy lofty dome, if meri Far splendid, seizes on the ravish'd eye,dt baod wod
New beauties rise with each revolving day;
New columns swell; and still the fresh Spring finds
New plants to quicken, and new groves to green,
Full of thy genius all! the Muses' seat:
Where, in the secret bower and winding walk,
For virtuous Young and thee they twine the bay.
Here wandering oft, fired with the restless thirst
Of thy applause, I solitary court
The' inspiring breeze: and meditate the book
Of Nature ever open; aiming thence,
Warm from the heart, to learn the moral song.
Here, as I steal along the sunny wall,
Where Autumn basks, with fruit empurpled deep,
My pleasing theme continual prompts my thought:
Presents the downy peach; the shining plum,
With a fine bluish mist of animals
Clouded; the ruddy nectarine; and dark,
Beneath his ample leaf, the luscious fig.
The vine too here her curling tendrils shoots;
Hangs out her clusters, glowing to the south;
And scarcely wishes for a warmer sky.
Turn we a moment Fancy's rapid flight
To vigorous soils, and climes of fair extent;
Where, by the potent sun elated high,
The vineyard swells refulgent on the day;
Spreads o'er the vale; or up the mountain climbs,
Profuse; and drinks amid the sunny rocks,
From cliff to cliff increased, the heighten'd blaze. Y Low bend the weighty boughs. The clusters clear,
Half through the foliage seen, or ardent flame, Or shine transparent; while perfection breathes White o'er the turgent film the living dew. As thus they brighten with exalted juice, Touch'd into flavour by the mingling ray; The rural youth and virgins o'er the field, Each fond for each to cull the' autumnal prime, Exulting rove, and speak the vintage nigh. Then comes the crushing swain; the country floats, And foams unbounded with the mashy flood;-That, by degrees fermented and refined, Round the raised nations pours the cup of joy! The claret smooth, red as the lip we press In sparkling fancy, while we drain the bowl; The mellow tasted burgundy; and quick, As is the wit it gives, the gay champagne. Now, by the cool declining year condensed, Descend the copious exhalations, check'd As up the middle sky unseen they stole, And roll the doubling fogs around the hill. No more the mountain, horrid, vast, sublime, Who pours a sweep of rivers from his sides, And high between contending kingdoms rears. › The rocky long division, fills the view With great variety; but in a night
Of gathering vapour, from the baffled sense
Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far,
The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plain :ban és
Vanish the woods: the dim-seen river seems
Sullen, and slow, to roll the misty wave.
E'en in the height of noon oppress'd, the sun
Sheds weak, and blunt, his wide refracted ray;
Whence glaring oft, with many a broaden❜d orb,
He frights the nations. Indistinct on earth,
Seen through the turbid air, beyond the life
Objects appear; and, wilder'd, o'er the waste
The shepherd stalks gigantic. Till at last
Wreath'd dun around, in deeper circles still
Successive closing, sits the general fog
Unbounded o'er the world; and, mingling thick,
A formless gray confusion covers all.
As when of old (so sung the Hebrew Bard)
Light, uncollected, through the chaos urged
Its infant way; nor Order yet had drawn
His lovely train from out the dubious gloom.
These roving mists, that constant now begin
To smoke along the hilly country, these,
With weighty rains, and melted Alpine snows,
The mountain cisterns fill, those ample stores
Of water, scoop'd among the hollow rocks;
Whence gush the streams, the ceaseless fountains play,
And their unfailing wealth the rivers draw.
Some sages say, that, where the numerous wave
For ever lashes the resounding shore,
Drill'd through the sandy stratum, every way.
The waters with the sandy stratum rise;
Amid whose angles infinitely strain'd,
They joyful leave their jaggy salts behindert dested
And clear and sweeten as they soak along.sq modt ()
Nor stops the restless fluid, mounting still, 96T o'l
Though oft amidst the irriguous vale it springs ()
But to the mountain courted by the sand, redl
That leads it darkling on in faithful maze, mort qinë
Far from the parent main, it boils again
Fresh into day; and all the glittering hill
Is bright with spouting rills. But hence this vain: f
Amusive dream! why should the waters love
To take so far a journey to the hills,
When the sweet valleys offer to their toil
Inviting quiet and a nearer bed?
Or if, by blind ambition led astray,
They must aspire; why should they sudden stop
Among the broken mountain's rushy dells,
And, ere they gain its highest peak, desert
The' attractive sand that charm'd their course so long?
Besides, the hard agglomerating salts,
The spoil of ages, would impervious choke
Their secret channels; or, by slow degrees,
High as the hills protrude the swelling vales;
Old Ocean too, suck'd through the porous globe, b
Had long ere now forsook his horrid bed,
And brought Deucalion's watery times again.d.
Say then, where lurk the vast eternal springs,
That, like creating Nature, lie conceal'dot' •
From mortal eye, yet with their lavish stores •
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