Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, shun the weight Of honours due to his illustrious name?...
Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude, Companion of the wise and good, But from whose holy piercing eye The herd of fools and villains fly. Oh! how I love with thee to walk, And listen to thy whispered talk,...
From brightening fields of ether fair-disclos'd, Child of the sun, refulgent Summer comes, In pride of youth, and felt through nature's depth: He comes, attended by the sultry Hours...
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,...