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The Changes Of Nature.
How oft , where yon Atlantic isles Bask in the fervid solar beam ; Where tbe smooth sky on Paria * "smiles , Or Tagus rolls his golden stream . How oft , impetuous in their course , As bent to mar Creation ' s plan . Have tempests , earthquakes , dreadful force ,
O'erturn'd the boa . ted works of man ! Ausonia ' s shores , Campania ' s vale , Where Springputsonher loveliest bloom Have felt their dreaful powers assail , And met an unexpected doom ! Turn we our eyes , where nature smil'd Of late . on fa ' irSicilia ' s shore ; Wherelentv carebeguil'd
, p every , And Ceres lavish'd all her store : There love still bless'd the homely swain , His art the glad mechanic ply'd ; And merchants , risquit . g all for gain , Launch'd their trim vessels on the tide . Hark ! hollow murmurs shake thc ground , From Appeninus , crown'd with snow ;
Typhrenn yEtna hears the sound , ' Rebellowing from his caves below . What shrieks of horror fill thc air , What heart-felt lamentations rise ; Which wafting winds incessant bear , In wild ifoles , to the distant skies . Here Sympathy the sigh shall heave , And Pity drop lite tender tear :
May awful Heaven such woes relieve , As Heaven alone can palliate here ! On universal change theball Subsists— -nor b : -asts a higher claim ; Till sinks , at once , this beauteous all , Emvrnpp'd in one tremendous flame . Vain is the lore , that leads the mind In Hope ' s uncertain paths to stray ;
Where Sense , to Fancy's sway resign'd , Paints flitting shades , that faint away . Fame , pleasure , fortune , life must fail ; That life which ' mortals taste below / And all that human ills assail , Great Nature ' s changes still must knou * Tbe name ti .-stgiven by Columbus to America
To A Red Breast:
TO A RED BREAST :
' WRITTEN IX Till-: LATE HAKE WEATHEH . BY DR . PERFECT . Poor . Tiird ! by what hard fortune cross'd . Dost c :. me a suppliant here ? A victim tn the piercing frost , In jeopardy and fear . Why heaves your little panting breast
With many a burden'd sigh ? Oil . el voir ilutt'ring heart at rest- — Be sure you shall not die ! And yet 'twas hard to seek relief , Protection of a foe ; But rest secure in this belief , lie melts at others' woe .
To A Red Breast:
Is it the season ' s iron hand Withholds thy daily food ? Then let your anguish'd bean expand , Fortune ' s provision good . In vain should you my cell explore , ^ Thus press'd with pinching need ; Your notes , perhaps , might join no more The music of the mead .
Willi you 1 feel the sharpen'd air , Thank Heaven for want can feel ! Then , gentle Warbler , don ' t despair , But take a hearty meal . Secure from Winter ' s raging blast , Dispel your recent dread ; ' While he prolongs his hoarv fast , My couch shall be thy bed .
In gratitude , your welcome lav The sullen hours shall cheer , Triumphant o ' er the frozen day , And unrelenting year . Stay . till-thoiSpring , of presence fair , ¦ Shall court ' your steps along ; My kindness then aloud declare In unremitting song .
As gratitude is always sweet , . Then mount the vernal spray ; And Nature ' s concert make complete , Amidst the genera ! lay . And Icsson'd by a generous foe , When you once more are free , That mercy then lo orliers show , That you have Icarn'd from me .
The Laird And The Lass O' Lallan's Mill .
THE LAIRD AND THE LASS O' LALLAN 's MILL .
A SOSCr . BY E . S . . 1 . AUTHOR Of WILLIAM AND ELLES . bin . bonny las' ; o' Lallan ' s mill , A ' e tnoru o' May sae sweet , Sat on fair .-. inle ' s bir .: en banks , And wasli'd her snawy feet . The Laird a hint a hawthorn bush
, He lay sae snug : md raiuiie ; And listen'd to thc singing lass , Wlia wasli'd her feet sae bonnie . And aye she sang about her love , And aye she sweetly sang ; Frae out a hint the hawthorn bush The Laird o' Lallan sprang . And aye she blush'd , and aye he kiss'd
The sunnv morn away ; And birdies sang about the bank , . Where these twa luvers lay . Nae mair upon the bonny banks , A washing o'her feet , She is the Laird o' Lallan ' s bride , And lives in Tour sae sweet . Nae mair she sings her lilting sang ? , Wrapt in . __'_ ¦ coczie plaid ; Nae mair she potts the gowans sweet , Thai grow adoon thc glade .
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The Changes Of Nature.
How oft , where yon Atlantic isles Bask in the fervid solar beam ; Where tbe smooth sky on Paria * "smiles , Or Tagus rolls his golden stream . How oft , impetuous in their course , As bent to mar Creation ' s plan . Have tempests , earthquakes , dreadful force ,
O'erturn'd the boa . ted works of man ! Ausonia ' s shores , Campania ' s vale , Where Springputsonher loveliest bloom Have felt their dreaful powers assail , And met an unexpected doom ! Turn we our eyes , where nature smil'd Of late . on fa ' irSicilia ' s shore ; Wherelentv carebeguil'd
, p every , And Ceres lavish'd all her store : There love still bless'd the homely swain , His art the glad mechanic ply'd ; And merchants , risquit . g all for gain , Launch'd their trim vessels on the tide . Hark ! hollow murmurs shake thc ground , From Appeninus , crown'd with snow ;
Typhrenn yEtna hears the sound , ' Rebellowing from his caves below . What shrieks of horror fill thc air , What heart-felt lamentations rise ; Which wafting winds incessant bear , In wild ifoles , to the distant skies . Here Sympathy the sigh shall heave , And Pity drop lite tender tear :
May awful Heaven such woes relieve , As Heaven alone can palliate here ! On universal change theball Subsists— -nor b : -asts a higher claim ; Till sinks , at once , this beauteous all , Emvrnpp'd in one tremendous flame . Vain is the lore , that leads the mind In Hope ' s uncertain paths to stray ;
Where Sense , to Fancy's sway resign'd , Paints flitting shades , that faint away . Fame , pleasure , fortune , life must fail ; That life which ' mortals taste below / And all that human ills assail , Great Nature ' s changes still must knou * Tbe name ti .-stgiven by Columbus to America
To A Red Breast:
TO A RED BREAST :
' WRITTEN IX Till-: LATE HAKE WEATHEH . BY DR . PERFECT . Poor . Tiird ! by what hard fortune cross'd . Dost c :. me a suppliant here ? A victim tn the piercing frost , In jeopardy and fear . Why heaves your little panting breast
With many a burden'd sigh ? Oil . el voir ilutt'ring heart at rest- — Be sure you shall not die ! And yet 'twas hard to seek relief , Protection of a foe ; But rest secure in this belief , lie melts at others' woe .
To A Red Breast:
Is it the season ' s iron hand Withholds thy daily food ? Then let your anguish'd bean expand , Fortune ' s provision good . In vain should you my cell explore , ^ Thus press'd with pinching need ; Your notes , perhaps , might join no more The music of the mead .
Willi you 1 feel the sharpen'd air , Thank Heaven for want can feel ! Then , gentle Warbler , don ' t despair , But take a hearty meal . Secure from Winter ' s raging blast , Dispel your recent dread ; ' While he prolongs his hoarv fast , My couch shall be thy bed .
In gratitude , your welcome lav The sullen hours shall cheer , Triumphant o ' er the frozen day , And unrelenting year . Stay . till-thoiSpring , of presence fair , ¦ Shall court ' your steps along ; My kindness then aloud declare In unremitting song .
As gratitude is always sweet , . Then mount the vernal spray ; And Nature ' s concert make complete , Amidst the genera ! lay . And Icsson'd by a generous foe , When you once more are free , That mercy then lo orliers show , That you have Icarn'd from me .
The Laird And The Lass O' Lallan's Mill .
THE LAIRD AND THE LASS O' LALLAN 's MILL .
A SOSCr . BY E . S . . 1 . AUTHOR Of WILLIAM AND ELLES . bin . bonny las' ; o' Lallan ' s mill , A ' e tnoru o' May sae sweet , Sat on fair .-. inle ' s bir .: en banks , And wasli'd her snawy feet . The Laird a hint a hawthorn bush
, He lay sae snug : md raiuiie ; And listen'd to thc singing lass , Wlia wasli'd her feet sae bonnie . And aye she sang about her love , And aye she sweetly sang ; Frae out a hint the hawthorn bush The Laird o' Lallan sprang . And aye she blush'd , and aye he kiss'd
The sunnv morn away ; And birdies sang about the bank , . Where these twa luvers lay . Nae mair upon the bonny banks , A washing o'her feet , She is the Laird o' Lallan ' s bride , And lives in Tour sae sweet . Nae mair she sings her lilting sang ? , Wrapt in . __'_ ¦ coczie plaid ; Nae mair she potts the gowans sweet , Thai grow adoon thc glade .