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Reechoing pious anthems! while beneath
And now with nerves new-braced and spirits cheer'd
discern the thresher at his task. Thump after thump, resounds the constant flail, That seems to swing uncertain, and yet falls Full on the destined ear. Wide flies the chaff, The rustling straw sends up a frequent mist 300 Of atoms sparkling in the noon-day beam. Come hither, ye that
press your beds of down And sleep not,-see him sweating o'er his bread Before he eats it.—'Tis the primala curse,
A church in every grove that spreads
Wordsworth. Labourer's Hymns.
Pope. Imit. of Cowley.
Humlet, Act iii. Sc. 3.
But soften'd into mercy; made the pledge 365 Of cheerful days, and nights without a groan.
By ceaseless action, all that is subsists. Constant rotation of the unwearied wheel That nature rides upon, maintains her health, Her beauty, her fertility. She dreads
370 An instant's pause, and lives but while she moves. Its own revolvency upholds the world. Winds from all quarters agitate the air, And fit the limpid element for use, Else noxious: oceans, rivers, lakes, and streams 375 All feel the freshening impulse, and are cleansed By restless undulation. Even the oak Thrives by the rude concussion of the storm ; He seems indeed indignant, and to feel The impression of the blast with proud disdain, 380 Frowning as if in his unconscious arm He held the thunder. But the monarch owes His firm stability to what he scorns, More fixt below, the more disturb'd above. The law by which all creatures else are bound, Binds man the lord of all. Himself derives No mean advantage from a kindred cause,
Glanced on the ground, with labour I must earn
Par. Lost, x. 1053.
It polishes anew
Akenside. Pleusures of Imagination, ii. 161.
From strenuous toil his hours of sweetest ease.
age itself seems privileged in them With clear exemption from its own defects. A sparkling eye beneath a wrinkled front
405 The veteran shows, and gracing a grey
beard With youthful smiles, descends towards the grave Sprightly, and old almost without decay.
Like a coy maiden, ease, when courted most, Farthest retires,—an idol, at whose shrine 410 Who oftenest sacrifice are favour'd least.
She marked thee there
Dunciad, iv. 341.
Young. Sat. v.
The love of Nature, and the scenes she draws
420 But Nature's works far lovelier. I admireNone more admires the painter's magic skill, Who shows me that which I shall never see 29, Conveys a distant country into mine, And throws Italian light on English walls. 425 But imitative strokes can do no more Than please the eye, sweet Nature every sense 30. The air salubrious of her lofty hills, The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales And music of her woods,—no works of man 430 May rival these; these all bespeak a power
29 Who shows me that which I shall never see.
So hand in hand they pass'd, the loveliest pair
Par. Lost, iv. 391. In the lowest deep a lower deep. Ibid. iv. 76. Et ambigua de Vespasiano fama : solusque omnium ante se Principum, in melius mutatus est.Tacitus Hist. i. 50. 30 For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
Par. Lost, ii. 556.
Peculiar, and exclusively her own.
Fair the face of spring,
Akenside. Pleusures of Imagination, ii. 88.
The mariner with rapture sees
In that fantastic scene, and thinks
Swift. South Sea. 1721.