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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: WINTER. POEM. See ! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and Storms: Be these my Theme, These, that exalt the Soul to solemn Thought, And heavenly musing. Welcome kindred Glooms! Wish'd, wint'ry, Horrors, hail!?With frequent Foot, Pleas'd, have I, in my cheerful Morn of Life, When, nurs'd by careless Solitude, I liv'd, And sung of Nature with unceasing Joy, Pleas'd, have I wander'd thro' your rough Domains; Trod the pure, virgin, Snows, myself as pure: Heard the Winds roar, and the big Torrent burst: Or seen the deep, fermenting, Tempest brew'd, In the red, evening, Sky.?Thus pass'd the Time, Till, thro' the opening Chambers of the South, Look'd out the joyous Spring, look'd out, and smil'd. Thee too, Inspirer of the toiling Swain ! Fair Autumn, yellow rob'd ! I'll sing of thee, Of thy last, temper'd, Days, and sunny Calms; When all the golden Hours are on the Wing, Attending thy Retreat, and round thy Wain, Slow-rolling, onward to the Southern Sky. Behold ! the well-pois'd Hornet, hovering, hangs, With quivering Pinions, in the genial Blaze; Flys off, in airy Circles: then returns, And hums, and dances to the beating Ray. Nor shall the Man, that, musing, walks alone, And, heedless, strays within his radiant Lists, Go unchastis'd away Sometimes, a Fleece Of Clouds, wide-scattering, with a lucid Veil, Soft, shadow o'er th' unruffled Face of Heaven; And, thro' their dewy Sluices, shed the Sun, With temper'd Influence down. Then is the Time, For those, whom Wisdom, and whom Nature charm, To steal themselves from the degenerate Croud, And soar above this little Scene of Things: To tread low-thoughted Vice beneath their Feet: To lay their Passions in a gentle Calm, And woo lone Quiet, in her ...
