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?...
Sweet Ravelrig, I ne'er could part From thee, but wi' a dowie heart. When I think on the happy days I spent in youth about your braes, When innocence my steps did guide,...
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,...