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Beauties of Spring:

Descend in gladsome plenty o'er the world ;
And the sun sheds his kindest


Ye flower of human race ! In these green days,
Reviving Sickness lifts her languid head ;
Life flows afresh ; and young-ey'd Health exalts 890
The whole creation round. Contentment walks
The sunny glade, and feels an inward bliss
Spring o'er his mind, beyond the power of kings
To purchase. Pure serenity apace
Induces thought, and contemplation still.
By swift degrees the love of Nature works,
And warms the bosom ; till at last sublimed
To rapture, and enthusiastic heat,
We feel the present Deity, and taste
The joy of God to see a happy world !

900 These are the sacred feelings of thy heart, Thy heart informed by reason's purer ray, O LYTTLETON, the friend ! thy passions thus And meditations vary, as at large, Courting the Muse, thro' Hagley Park thou strayest; 905 Thy British Tempe! There along the dale, With woods o'er-hung, and shagg’d with mossy rocks, Whence on each hand the gushing waters play, And down the rough cascade white-dashing fall, Or gleam in lengthened vistas through the trees, You silent steal; or sit beneath the shade Of solemn oaks, that tuft the swelling mounts Thrown graceful round by Nature's careless hand, And pensive listen to the various voice Of rural peace : the herds, the flocks, the birds, 916 The hollow-whispering breeze, the plaint of rills, That, purling down amid the twisted roots


Beauties of Hagley Park.

Which creep around, their dewy murmurs shake
On the soothed ear. From these abstracted oit,
You wander thro' the philosophic world ;

Where in bright train continual wonders rise,
Or to the curious or the pious eye.
And oft, conducted by historic truth,
You tread the long extent of backward time :
Planning, with warm benevolence of mind,

925 And honest zeal, unwarped by party rage, Britannia's weal ; how from the venal gulplı To raise her virtue, and her arts revive. Or, turning thence thy view, these graver thoughts The Muses charm : while, with sure taste refined, 930 You draw the inspiring breath of ancient song Till nobly rises, emulous, thy own. Perhaps thy loved LUCINDA shares thy walk, With soul to thine attuned. Then Nature all Wears to the lover's eye a look of love ;

985 And all the tumult of a guilty world, Tost by ungenerous passions, sinks away, The tender heart is animated peace; And, as it pours its copious treasures forth, In varied converse, softening every theme,

940 You, frequent pausing, turn, ansl from her eyes, Where meekened sense and amiable grace, And lively sweetness dwell, enraptured, drink, That nameless spirit of ethereal joy, Unutterable happiness ! which love,

945 Alone, bestows, and on a favoured few, Meantime you gain the height, from whose fair brow The bursting prospect spreads immense around : And snatched o'er hill and dale, and wood and lawn,

Influence of Love.

And verdant field, and darkening heath between, 950
And villages embosomed soft in trees,
And spiry towns by surging columns marked
Of household smoke, your eye excursive roams :
Wide-stretching from the hall in whose kind haunt
The hospitable genius lingers still,

To where the broken landscape, by degrees,
Ascending, roughens into rigid hills;
O’er which the Cambrian mountains, like far clouds
That skirt the blue horizon, dusky rise.
Flushed by the spirit of the genial year,

960 Now from the virgin's cheek a fresher bloom Shoots, less and less, the live carnation round ; Her lips blush deeper sweets; she breathes of youth ; The shining moisture swells into her eyes, In brighter flow; her wishing bosom heaves

965 With palpitations wild ; kind tumults seize Her veins, and all her yielding soul is love. From the keen gaze her lover turns away, Full of the dear extatic power, and sick, With sighing languishment. Ah then, ye fair! 970 Be greatly cautious of your sliding hearts : Dare not the infectious sigh; the pleading look, Down-cast, and low in meek submission drest, But full of guile. Let not the fervent tongue, Prompt to deceive, with adulation smooth,

975 Gain on your purposed will. Nor in the bower Where woodbines flaunt, and roses shed a couch, While Evening draws her crimson curtains round, Trust your soft minutes with betraying Man. And let the aspiring youth beware of love,

980 Of the smooth glance beware ; for 'tis too late, When on his heart the torrent-softness pours.

Effects of Love.

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Then wisdom prostrate lies, and fading fame
Dissolves in air away : while the fond soul,
Wrapt in gay visions of unreal bliss,

Still paints th' illusive form ; the kindling grace ;
Th' enticing smile ; the modest-seeming eye,
Beneath whose beauteous beams, belying heaven,
Lurk searchless cunning, cruelty and death :
And still false-warbling in his cheated ear,

990 Her syren-voice, enchanting, draws him on To guileful shores, and meads of fatal joy.

Even present, in the very lap of love Inglorious laid ; while music flows around, Perfumes, and oils, and wine, and wanton hours ; 995 Amid the Roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest : a quick returning pang Shoots thro’ the conscious heart ; where honour still, And great design against th' oppressive load Of luxury, by fits, impatient heave.

1000 But absent, what fantastic woes, arous'd, Rage in each thought, by restless musing fed, Chill the warm cheek, and blast the bloom of life? Neglected fortune flies ; and sliding swift, Prone into ruin, fall his scorned affairs.

1005 'Tis nought but gloom around : The darkened sun Loses his light. The rosy-bosomed Spring To weeping fancy pines ; and yon bright arch, Contracted, bends into a dusky vault. All Nature fades extinct ; and she alone

1010 Heard, felt, and seen, posseses every thought, Fills every sense,


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Lonely and unattentive. From his tongue
Th' unfinished period falls ; while borne away
On swelling thought, his wafted spirit flies
To the vain bosom of his distant fair ;
And leaves the semblance of a lover, fix'd
In melancholy site, with head declined,
And love-dejected eyes. Sudden he starts,
Shook from his tender trance, and restless runs
To glimmering shades and sympathetic glooms ;
Where the dun umbrage o'er the falling stream,
Romantic, hangs ; there thro' the pensive dusk,
Strays, in heart-thrilling meditation lost,
Indulging all to love : or on the bank
Thrown, anid drooping lilies, swells the breeze
With sighs unceasing, and the brook with tears.
Thus in soft anguish he consumes the day,
Nor quits his deep retirement, till the Moon
Peeps through the chambers of the fleecy east,
Enlightened by degrees, and in her train
Leads on the gentle hours ; then forth he walks
Beneath the trembling languish of her beam,
With softened soul, and woos the bird of eve
To mingle woes with his ; or, while the world,
And all the sons of Care lie hushed in sleep,
Associates with the midnight shadows drear ;
And, sighing to the lonely taper, pours
His idly-tortured heart into the page,
Meant for the moving messenger of love :
Where rapture burns on rapture, every line
With rising phrenzy fir’d. But if on bed
Delirious flung, sleep from his pillow flies,
All night he tosses, nor the balmy power




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