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And liberal eye, fits, from his dark retreat
Inviting modeft Want. Nor, till invok'd
Can restless goodness wait: your active search
Leaves no cold wintery corner unexplor'd;
Like filent-working Heaven, furprizing oft
The lonely heart with unexpected good.
For you the roving spirit of the wind

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Descend in gladsome plenty o'er the world;

And the fun fheds his kindest rays for you,
Ye flower of human race! In these green days,
Reviving Sickness lifts her languid head :

Life flows afresh; and young-ey'd Health exalts
The whole creation round. Contentment walks
The funny glade, and feels an inward bliss
Spring o'er his mind, beyond the power of kings
To purchase. Pure ferenity apace
Induces thought, and contemplation still.

By fwift degrees the love of Nature works,
And warms the bofom; till at laft fublim'd
To rapture, and enthusiastic heat,
We feel the prefent Deity, and tafte
The joy of God to see a happy world!

These are the sacred feelings of thy heart,
Thy heart inform'd by reason's purer ray,
O Lyttelton the friend! thy paffions thus
And meditations vary, as at large,

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Courting the Mufe, through Hagley Park thou ftray'ft; Thy British Temple! There along the dale,

With woods o'er-hung, and fhagg'd with mossy rocks,

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Whence on each hand the gushing waters play,
And down the rough cascade white-dashing fall,
Or gleam in lengthen'd vista through the trees,
You filent fteal; or fit beneath the fhade
Of folemn oaks, that tuft the fwelling mounts
Thrown graceful round by Nature's careless hand,
And penfive liften to the various voice

Of rural peace: the herds, the flocks, the birds,
The hollow-whifpering breeze, the plaint of rills,
That, purling down amid the twisted roots
Which creep around, their dewy murmurs fhake
On the footh'd ear. From these abstracted oft,
You wander through the philofophic world;
Where in bright train continual wonders rife,
Or to the curious or the pious eye.
And oft, conducted by historic truth,

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You tread the long extent of backward time :
Planning, with warm benevolence of mind,
And honeft zeal unwarp'd by party-rage,
Britannia's weal; how from the venal gulph
To raise her virtue, and her arts revive.

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Or, turning thence thy view, thefe graver thoughts

The Mufes charin: while, with fure tafte refin'd,

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You draw th' inspiring breath of ancient fong;
Till nobly rifes, emulous, thy own.

Perhaps thy lov'd Lucinda fhares thy walk,

With foul to thine attun'd. Then Nature all'

Wears to the lover's eye a look of love;
And all the tumult of a guilty world,
Toft by ungenerous paffions, finks

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The tender heart is animated peace;

And as it pours its copious treasures forth,
In varied converfe, softening every theme,
You, frequent paufing, turn, and from her eyes,
Where meeken'd fenfe, and amiable grace,
And lively fweetnefs dwell, enraptur'd, drink
That nameless spirit of ethereal joy,

Unutterable happinefs! which love,

Alone, beftows, and on a favour'd few.

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Meantime you gain the height, from whose fair brow The bursting profpect fpreads immenfe around:

And fnatch'd o'er hill and dale, and wood and lawn, And verdant field, and darkening heath between, 950 And villages embofom'd foft in trees,

And fpiry towns by furging columns mark'd

Of houfhold fmoke, your eye excurfive roams :
Wide-ftretching from the Hall, in whose kind haunt
The Hofpitable Genius lingers still,

To where the broken landskip, by degrees,

Afcending, roughens into rigid hills;

O'er which the Cambrian mountains, like far clouds

That skirt the blue horizon, dusky rise.

Flush'd by the spirit of the genial year,

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Now from the virgin's cheek a fresher bloom

Shoots, lefs and lefs, the live carnation round;

Her lips blush deeper fweets; the breathes of youth;
The fhining moisture fwells into her eyes,

In brighter flow; her wishing bofom heaves,
With palpitations wild; kind tumults feize
Her veins, and all her yielding foul is love.
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From the keen gaze her lover turns away,
Full of the dear extatic power, and fick
With fighing languishment. Ah then, ye fair!
Be greatly cautious of your fliding hearts:
Dare not th' infectious figh; the pleading look,
Downcaft, and low, in meek fubmiffion drest,
But full of guile. Let not the fervent tongue,
Prompt to deceive, with adulation smooth,
Gain on your purpos'd will. Nor in the bower,
Where woodbines flaunt, and rofes fhed a couch,
While Evening draws her crimson curtains round,
Truft your foft minutes with betraying Man.

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And let th' afpiring youth beware of love, Of the smooth glance beware; for 'tis too late, When on his heart the torrent-foftnefs pours. Then wisdom proftrate lies, and fading fame Diffolves in air away; while the fond soul, Wrapt in gay vifions of unreal bliss,

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Still paints th' illufive form; the kindling grace;
Th' inticing fmile; the modeft-feeming eye,
Beneath whose beauteous beams, belying heaven,
Lurk fearchlefs cunning, cruelty, and death:
And still falfe-warbling in his cheated ear,
Her fyren voice, enchanting, draws him on
To guileful fhores, and meads of fatal joy.
Ev'n present, in the very lap of love
Inglorious laid; while mufic flows around,
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Amid the rofes fierce Repentance rears

Her fnaky creft: a quick-returning pang

Shoots

Shoots through the conscious heart; where honour still,
And great defign, against the oppreffive load
Of luxury, by fits, impatient heave.

But abfent, what fantastic woes arous'd,

Rage in each thought, by restless musing fed,

Chill the warm cheek, and blaft the bloom of life?
Neglected fortune flies; and fliding swift,
Prone into ruin, fall his fcorn'd affairs.

'Tis nought but gloom around: the darken'd fun
Lofes his light. The rofy-bofom'd Spring
To weeping Fancy pines; and yon bright arch,
Contracted, bends into a duíky vault.

All Nature fades extinct; and she alone
Heard, felt, and feen, poffeffes every thought,
Fills every fenfe, and
pants in every vein.
Books are but formal dulnefs, tedious friends;
And fad amid the focial band he fits,

Lonely, and unattentive. From his tongue

Th' unfinish'd period falls: while, borne away
On fwelling thought, his wafted fpirit flies
To the vain bofom of his diftant fair;
And leaves the femblance of a lover, fix'd
In melancholy fite, with head declin'd,
And love-dejected eyes. Sudden he starts,
Shook from his tender trance, and reftlefs runs
To glimmering fhades, and fympathetic glooms;
Where the dun umbrage o'er the falling ftream,
Romantic, hangs; there through the penfive dufk
Strays, in heart-thrilling meditation loft,

Indulging all to love: or on the bank

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