But now and then with pressure of his thumb
T' adjust the fragrant charge of a short tube #
That fumes beneath his nose: the trailing cloud
Streams far behind him, scenting all the air.
Now from the roost, or from the neighb'ring pale,
Where, diligent to catch the first faint gleam
Of smiling day, they gossip'd side by side,
Come trooping at the housewife's well-known call
The feather'd tribes domestic. Half on wing,
And half on foot, they brush the fleecy flood,
Conscious, and fearful of too deep a plunge.
The sparrows peep, and quit the shelt'ring eaves
To seize the fair occasion. Well they eye

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The scatter'd grain; and, thievishly resolv❜di th' impending famine, often scar'd,.... As oft return-a pert voracious kind.

escape

Clean riddance quickly made, one only care
Remains to each-the search of sunny nook,
Or shed impervious to the blast. Resign'd
To sad necessity, the cock foregoes

His wonted strut; and, wading at their head

With well-consider'd steps, seems to resent
His alter'd gait and stateliness retrench'd.
How find the myriads, that in summer cheer
The hills and vallies with their ceaseless songs,
Dué sustenance, or where subsist they now?
Earth yields them nought: th' imprison'd worm is
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Beneath the frozen clod; all seeds of herbs
Lie 'cover'd close; and berry-bearing thorns,
That feed the thrush, (whatever some suppose)
Afford the smaller minstrels no supply.

The long protracted rigour of the

year

Thins all their num'rous flocks. In chinks and holes

Ten thousand seek an unmolested end,

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As instinct prompts; self-buried ere they die.
The very rooks and daws forsake the fields,
Where neither grub, nor root, nor earth-nut, now
Repays their labour more; and, perch'd aloft

By the way-side, or stalking in the path,

Lean pensioners upon the trav'ler's track,

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up their nauseous dole, though sweet to them, Of voided pulse or half-digested grain.

The streams are lost amid the splendid blank,
O'erwhelming all distinction. On the flood,
Indurated and fixt, the snowy weight

Lies undissolv'd; while silently beneath,
And unperceiv'd, the current steals away.
Not so where, scornful of a check, it leaps
The mill-dam, dashes on the restless wheel,
And wantons in the pebbly gulph below:

No frost can bind it there; its utmost force
Can but arrest the light and smoky mist
That in its fall the liquid sheet throws wide.
And see where it has hung th' embroider'd banks
With forms so various, that no pow'rs of art,
The pencil or the pen, may trace the scene!
Here glitt❜ring turrets rise, upbearing high
(Fantastic misarrangement!) on the roof

Large growth of what may seem the sparkling trees

And shrubs of fairy land. The crystal drops That trickle down the branches, fast congeal'd, Shoot into pillars of pellucid length,

And prop the pile they but adorn'd before.

Here grotto within grotto safe defies

The sun-beam; there, emboss'd and fretted wild,
The growing wonder takes a thousand shapes
Capricious, in which fancy seeks in vain

The likeness of some object seen before.
Thus nature works as if to mock at art,
And in defiance of her rival pow'rs;
By these fortuitous and random strokes
Performing such inimitable feats

As she with all her rules can never reach.

Less worthy of applause, though more admir'd,
Because a novelty, the work of man,
Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ!

Thy most magnificent and mighty freak

The wonder of the North. No forest fell

When thou wouldst build; no quarry sent its stores

T'enrich thy walls: but thou didst hew the floods,

And make thy marble of the glassy wave.

In such a palace Aristæus found

Cyrene, when he bore the plaintive tale

Of his lost bees to her maternal ear:

In such a palace poetry might place.

The armory

of winter; where his troops,

The gloomy clouds, find weapons, arrowy sleet, Skin-piercing volley, blossom-bruising hail,

And snow that often blinds the tray'ler's course,

And wraps him in an unexpected tomb.

Silently as a dream the fabric rose;→→→

No sound of hammer or of saw was there:
Ice upon ice, the well-adjusted parts.

Were soon conjoin'd; nor other cement ask'd

Than water interfus'd to make them one. →→

Lamps gracefully dispos'd, and of all hues,

Illumin'd ev'ry side: a wat❜ry light

Gleam'd through the clear transparency, that seem'd Another moon new risen, or meteor fall'n