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For ev'ry shrub, and ev'ry blade of grass,
And ev'ry pointed thorn seem'd wrought in glass.
In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorn show,
While thro' the ice the crimson berries glow.
The thick-sprung reeds the wat’ry marshes yield
Seem polish'd lances in a hostile field.
The Stag, in limpid currents, with surprise
Sees crystal branches on his forehead rise.
The spreading oak, the beech, and tow'ring pine,
Glaz'd over, in the freezing ether shine.
The frighted birds the rattling branches shun,
That wave and glitter in the distant sun.
When, if a sudden gust of wind arise,
The brittle forest into atoms flies;
The crackling wood beneath the tempest bends,
And in a spangled show'r the prospect ends :
Or if a southern gale the region warm,
And by degrees unbind the wint’ry charm,
The traveller a miry country sees,
And journeys sad beneath the dropping trees.

Like some deluded peasant Merlin leads
Thro fragrant bow'rs, and thro' delicious meads;
While here enchanting gardens to him rise,
And airy fabrics there attract his eyes,
- His wand'ring feet the magic path pursue ;
And, while he thinks the fair illusion true,
The trackless scenes disperse in fluid air,
And woods, and wilds, and thorny waves appear .
A tedious road the weary wretch returns,
And, as he goes, the transient vision mourns.--PHILLIPS.

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Night Described.

Now came still evining on, and twilight gray
Had, in her sober liv'ry all things clad.
Silence accompanied ; for beasts and birds,
Those to their grassy couch, these to their neste
Were slunk; all but the wakeful nightingale :
She all night long her plaintive descant sung.
Silence was pleas’d. Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires. Hesperus, that led

The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length,
Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light ;
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.-


Night, sable power! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world.
Silence, how dead, and darkness how profound :'
Nor eye, nor listning ear, an object finds :
Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse
Of life stood still, and nature made a pause,
An awful pause ! prophetic of her end. YOUNG.


Grongar Hill.
SILENT Nymph! with curious eye,
Who, the purple eve, dost lie
On the mountain's lonely van,
Beyond the noise of busy man,
Painting fair the form of things
While the yellow linnet sings ;
Or the tuneful nightingale
Charms the forest with her tale;
Come, with all thy various hues,
Come, and aid thy sister Muse.
Now, while Phoebus riding high,
Gives lustre to the land and sky,
Grongar hill invites my song,
Draw the landscape bright and strong ;
Grongar! in whose mossy cells,
Sweetly musing quiet dwells ;
Grongar! in whose silent shade,
For the modest Muses made,
So oft I have, the ev'ning still,
At the fountain of a rill,
Sat upon a flow'ry bed,
With my hand beneath my head,
While stray'd my eyes o'er Towy's flood,
Over mead and over wood,
From house to house, from hill to hill,
Till Contemplation had her fill.

About his chequer'd sides I wind,
And leave his brooks and meads behind;
And groves and grottos, where I lay,
And vistas shooting beams of day.
Wide and wider spreads the vale,
As circles on a smooth canal:
The mountains round, unhappy fate,
Sooner or later, of all height !
Withdraw their summits from the skies,
And lessen as the others rise.
Still the prospect wider spreads,
Adds a thousand woods and meads;
Still it widels, widens still,
And sinks the newly-risen bill.

Now I gain the mountain's brow;
What a landscape lies below!
No clouds, no vapours intervene ;
But the gay, the open scene
Does the face of nature show
In all the hues of heaven's bow;
And, swelling to embrace the light,
Spreads around beneath the sight.

Old castles on the cliffs arise,
Proudly tow'ring in the skies;
Rushing from the woods, the spires
Seem from bence ascending fires :
Half his beams Apollo sheds
On the yellow mountain-heads,
Gilds the fleeces of the flocks,
And glitters on the broken rocks.

Below me trees unnumber'd rise,
Beautiful in various dyes :
The gloomy pine, the poplar blue,
The yellow beech, the sable yew !
The slender fir that taper grows,
The sturdy oak with broad spread boughs
And, beyond the purple grove,
Haunt of virtue, peace, and love !
Gandy as the op'ning dawn,
Lies a long and level lawn,
On which a dark hill, steep and high,
Holds and charms the wand'ring eye.
Deep are his feet in Towy's flood;
His sides are cloth'd with waving wood ;


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And ancient towers crown his brow,
That cast an awful look below;
Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps,
And with her arms from falling keeps .
So both a safety from the wind,
lo mutual dependence, find.

'Tis now the raven's bleak abode,
'Tis now th' apartment of the toad ;
And there the fox securely feeds,
And there the pois'nous adder breeds,
Conceal'd io ryins, moss, and veeds ;
While, ever and anon, there falls
A heap of hoary moulder'd walls.
Yet time has seen, that lifts the low,
And level lays the lofty brow,
Has seen this broken pile complete,
Big with the vanity of state :
But transient is the smile of fate !
A little rule, a little sway,
A sun-beam in a winter's day,
Is all the proud and mighty have,
Between the cradle and the grave.

And see the rivers, how they run
Thro' woods and meads, in shade and gua !
Sometimes swift, sometimes slow,
Wave succeeding wave, they go
A various journey to the deep,
Like human life to final sleep.
Thus is nature's vesture wrought,
To instruct our wand'ring thought ;
Thus she dresses green and gay ;
To disperse our cares away.

Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view ?
The fountain's fall, the river's flow,
The woody valleys, warm and low;
The windy summit, wild and high,
Roughly rushing on the sky;
The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tow'r,
The naked rock, the shady bow'r;
The town and village, dome and farm,
Each gives each a double charm,
As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.

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See on the mountain's southern side,
Where the prospect opens wide,
Where the evening gilds the tide,
How close and small the hedges lie !
What streaks of meadows cross the eye!
A step methinks, may pass the stream;
So little distant dangers seem :
So we mistake the future's face,
Ey'd through hope's deluding glass,
As yon summits soft and fair,
Clad in colours of the air,
Which to those who journey near,
Barren, brown, and rough appear:
Still we tread the same coarse way ;
The present's still a cloudy day.

I with myself agree,
And never covet what I see!
Content me with a humble shade,
My passions tam'd, my wishes laid ;
For while our wishes widely roll,
We bapich quiet from the soul :
'Tis thus the busy beat the air,
And misers gather wealth and care.

Now, ev'n now, my joys run high,
As on the mountain turf I lie ;
While the wanton Zephyr sings,
And in the vale perfumes his wings :
While the waters murmur deep ;
While the shepherd charms his sheep;
While the birds unbounded fly,
And with music fill the sky;
Now, ev'n now, my joys run high.

Be full, ye courts ! be great who will,
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Open wide the lofty door,
Seek her on the marble floor :
In vain ye search, she is not there ;
In vain ye search the domes of care!
Grass and flow'rs quiet treads,
On the meads and mountain-heads,
Along with pleasure close allied,
Ever by each other's side ;
And often, by the murm'ring rill,
Hears the thrush, while all is still
Within the groves of Grongar Hill. DYER.

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