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11. Mean thoʻI am, not wholly so,
Since quicken'd by thy breath;
Thro' this day's life or death!
All else beneath the sun
And let thy will be done.
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies!
Conscience. 1.0 TREACA'ROUS conscience! while she seems to sleep,
On rose and myrtle, lullid with syren song;
And her dread diary with horror fills.
She reconnoitres fancy's airy band,
And steals our embryos of iniquity. 9. As all rapacious usurers conceal
Their doomsday-book from all-consuming heirs;
On an Infant. 1. To the dark and silent tomb,
Soon I hasten'd from the womb:
2. I no smiling pleasures knew;
I no gay delights could view:
Only born to weep and die.3. Happy infant, early bless'd!
Rest, in peaceful slumber, rest;
Which increase with growing years 4. No delights are worth thy stay,
Smiling as they seem, and gay;
Hardly tasted ere they pall. 5. All our gaiety is vain,
All our laughter is but pain:
The Cuckoo. 1. Hail, beauteous stranger of the wood,
Attendant on the spring!
And woods thy welcome sing.
Thy certain voice we hear;
Or mark the rolling year?
I hail the time of flow'rs, When heav'n is fill'd with music sweet
Of birds among the bow'rs. 4. The school-boy, wand'ring in the wood,
To pull the flow'rs so gay, Starts, thy curious voice to hear,
And imitates thy lay. 5. Soon as the pea puts on the bloom,
Thou fly'st the vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands,
Anuther spring to hail.
Thy sky is ever clear;
7. O could I fly, I'd fly with thee;
We'd make, with social wing,
MORNING. 1. In the barn the tenant cock,
Close to Partlet perch'd on high, Briskly crows, (the shepherd's clock!)
Jocund that the morning's nigh. 2. Swiftly from the mountain's brow,
Shadows, nursd by night retire; And the peeping sun-beam now
Paints with gold the village spire. 3 Philomel forsakes the thorn,
Plaintive where she prates at night;
Soars beyond the shepherd's sight: 4. From the low-roof?d cottage ridge,
Sce the chatt'ring swallow, spring;
Quick she dips her dappled wing. 5. Now the pine tree's waving top
Gently greets the morning gale:
Daisies on the dewy dale.
(Restless till her task be done,) Now the busy bee's employ'd
Sipping dew before the sun.
Where the limpid stream distils,
When 'tis sun-drove from the hills. 8. Colin's for the promis d corn
(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe) Anxious;-whilst the huntsman's horn,
Boldly sounding, drowns his pipe. 9. Sweet-O sweet,
the warbling throng, On the white emblossom’d spray! Nature's universal song,
Echoes to the rising day.
10. FERVID on the glittring flood,
Now the noontide radiance glows:
Not a dew-drop's left the rose. 11. By the brook the shepherd dines,
From the fierce meridian heat,
Pendent o'er his grassy seat. 12. Now the flock forsakes the glade,
Where uncheck'd the sun-beams fall, Sure to find a pleasing shade
By the įvy'd abbey wall. 13. Echo, in her airy round,
O'er the river, rock, and hill,
Save the clack of yonder mill. 14. Cattle court the zephyrs bland,
Where the streamlet wanders cool; Or with languid silence stand
Midway in the marshy pool.
Not a flutt'ring zephyr springs;
Scorch its soft, its silken wings. 16. Not a leaf has leave to stir,
Nature's lull'd_serene--and still.
Sleeping on the heath-clad hill. 17. Languid is the landscape round,
Till the fresh descending show'r,
Raises ev'ry fainting flow'r.
Now the warblers' throats in tune; Blithsome is the verdant scene,
Brighten'd by the beams of noon. 19. O'er the heath the heifer strays
Free--(the furrow'd task is done;)
Burnish'd by the setting sun. 20. Now he sets behind the hill,
Sinking from a golden sky.
Can the pencil's mimic skill
Copy the refulgent dye? 21. Trudging as the ploughmen go,
(To the smoking hamlet bound, Giant-like their shadows grow
Lengthen'd o'er the level ground. 22. Where the rising forest spreads
Shelter for the lordly dome!
See the rooks returning home! 23. As the lark, with varied tune,
Carols to the ev'ning loud;
Breaking through a parted cloud! 24. Now the hermit owlet
Curling on the silver lake. 25. As the tro ut in speckled pride,
Playful from its bosom springs;
Verges in successive rings.
O'er the path-divided dale,
With her well poisid milking pail! 27. Linnets with unnumber'd notes,
And the cuckoo bird with two,
The order of Nature.
All matter quick, and bursting into birth.