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A search, the flight of time can ne'er exhaust!
But if to that unequal ; if the blood,

In sluggish streams about my heart, forbid
That best ambition ; under closing shades,
Inglorious, lay me by the lowly brook,
And whisper to my dreams. From Thee begin,
Dwell all on Thee, with Thee conclude my song ; 1370
And let me never, never stray from Thee !

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The subject proposed.... Address to the earl of Wilmington.... First approach of Winter.... According to the natural course of the season, various storms described.... Rain.... Wind....Snow.... The driving of the snows; a man perishing among them ; whence reflections on the wants and miseries of human life.... The wolves descending from the Alps and Appennines...A Winter evening described : as spent by philosophers ; by the country people ; in the city.... Frost...A view of Winter within the polar circle....A thaw.... The whole concluding with moral reflections on a future state.


SEE, WINTER comes, to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad, with all his rising train ; Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms. Be these my theme, These ! that exalt the soul to solemn thought, And heavenly musing: Welcome kindred glooms! Congenial horrors, hail ! with frequent foot, 1 Pleased have I, in my cheerful morn of life, When nursed by careless solitude I lived, And sung of Nature with unceasing joy,, Pleased have I wandered through your rough domain, 10 Trod the pure virgin-snows, myself as pure ; Heard the winds roar, and the big torrent burst ; Or seen the deep-fermenting tempest brewed, In the grim evening sky. Thus passed the time, Till through the lucid chambers of the south

15 Looked out the joyous Spring, tooked out, and smiled To thee, the patron of her first essay,

Wintry Sun.

The Muse, O WILMINGTON ! renews her song,
Since has she rounded the revolving year :
Skimmed the gay Spring ; on eagle pinions borne, 20
Attempted through the summer blaze to rise ;
Then swept o'er Autumn with the shadowy gale :
And now among the wintry clouds again,
Rolled in the doubling storm, she tries to soar ;
To swell her note with all the rushing winds ; 26
To suit her sounding cadence to the floods ;
As is her theme, her numbers wildly great :
Thrice happy ! could she fill thy judging ear
With bold description, and with manly thought.
Nor art thou skilled in awful schemes alone,

And how to make a mighty people thrive :
But equal goodness, sound integrity,
A firm unshaken uncorrupted soul
Amid a sliding age, and burning strong,
Not vainly blazing for thy country's weal,

35 A steady spirit, regularly free ; These, each exalting each, the statesman light Into the patriot ; these the public hope And eye to thee converting, bid the Muse Record what envy dares not flattery call.

40 Now when the cheerless empire of the sky To Capricorn the Centaur Archer yields, And fierce Aquarius, stains the inverted year ; Hung o'er the farthest verge of heaven, the sun Scarce spreads through ether the dejected day. 45 Faint are his gleams, and ineffectual shoot His struggling rays in horizontal lines, Through the thick air ; as cloathed in cloudy storm, Weak, wan, and broad, he skirts the southern sky;

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