When Death, or adverse Fortune's ruthless gale, Tears our best hopes away, the wounded Heart Exhausted, leans on all that can impart The charm of Sympathy; her mutual wail...
When mourn the dark Winds o'er the lonely plain, And from pale noon sinks, ere the fifth cold hour, The transient light, Imagination's power, With Knowledge, and with Science in her train,...
Thro' changing Months a well-attemper'd Mind Welcomes their gentle or terrific pace. - When o'er retreating Autumn's golden grace Tempestuous Winter spreads in every wind Naked asperity, our musings find...
If he whose bosom with no transport swells In vernal airs and hours commits the crime Of sullenness to Nature, 'gainst the Time, And its great RULER, he alike rebels Who seriousness and pious dread repels,...
Now on hills, rocks, and streams, and vales, and plains, Full looks the shining Day. - Our gardens wear The gorgeous robes of the consummate Year. With laugh, and shout, and song, stout Maids and Swains...
In April's gilded morn when south winds blow, And gently shake the hawthorn's silver crown, Wafting its scent the forest-glade adown, The dewy shelter of the bounding Doe,...