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Poetry.
Embower'd alcoves repelling solar heat , Conduct my steps to Meditation ' s seat ; Here sacred study might with rapture dwell , And every low-born care of life dispel : Where listens R . easo : i as her joys increase , To these soft accents and the sigh of peace ; And where the Muse ' s captivating train , Pour to content the unambitious strain :
O scene devoted study to excite , The lamp of Wisdom , or the Paphian rite , Where the green lime uniting with the rose , The soft marquee of Nature ' s hand disclose ; A shrubby curtain round its sides display ed , In all the luxury of sweets and shade— - Mantled in foliage all ye blissful bowers , Ye favlrite haunts of sweet Retirement ' s hours ,
Ye willows weeping o ' er the crystal stream , Ye rooks the clam ' rous audience of my theme ; Ye pensive pleasures ( while the ponds below In fine expanse a perfect mirror show ) Induce the angler with the taper reed , To tempt the ' c . pture of the finny breed : O could I pour the piscatory strain , In much-admired Brown's * ' immortal vein ;
Then might I sing the patient angler ' s care , And all the arts he uses to ensnare— , Plow sooth'd each care that would disturb his breast , LulPd all his woes to sweet repose and rest .
When hush'd the wind—the horizon serene , And not one wrinkle on the lake is seen ; As fond of solitude he takes his stand , Th' extended angle trembling in his hand : The scaly wand rers sporting round the bait , And strive for freedom — when alas , too late ! So from the paths of prudence when we stray , Led by false pleasure ' s captivating ray ;
We wish our former quiet to regain , When all is anguish and internal pain . But cease to moralize my muse , and view Scenes ever charming , picturesque , and new ; External prospects , pastoral , and bland , What local beauties all around expand ! In rev ' rence to this venerable spot , Be not my Muse the neighb ' ring church forgoi
Whose rustic fane emerging from the boughs , Invites the interchange of spousal vows : By faithful hinds and artless damsels made , In wedlock's bands by constancy repaid . Where'er the Muse her humble standard rears , There ' s not a spot but cultivation cheers . And now when Autumn with his yellow stores ., From Plenty ' s cornucopia amply pours
In rich profusion , fragrant orchard's beam , And plump Pomona paints my lowly theme : Can I forbenr my sacrifice to bring , Perch'd , lovely Gratitude I on thy fair wing ?
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
Embower'd alcoves repelling solar heat , Conduct my steps to Meditation ' s seat ; Here sacred study might with rapture dwell , And every low-born care of life dispel : Where listens R . easo : i as her joys increase , To these soft accents and the sigh of peace ; And where the Muse ' s captivating train , Pour to content the unambitious strain :
O scene devoted study to excite , The lamp of Wisdom , or the Paphian rite , Where the green lime uniting with the rose , The soft marquee of Nature ' s hand disclose ; A shrubby curtain round its sides display ed , In all the luxury of sweets and shade— - Mantled in foliage all ye blissful bowers , Ye favlrite haunts of sweet Retirement ' s hours ,
Ye willows weeping o ' er the crystal stream , Ye rooks the clam ' rous audience of my theme ; Ye pensive pleasures ( while the ponds below In fine expanse a perfect mirror show ) Induce the angler with the taper reed , To tempt the ' c . pture of the finny breed : O could I pour the piscatory strain , In much-admired Brown's * ' immortal vein ;
Then might I sing the patient angler ' s care , And all the arts he uses to ensnare— , Plow sooth'd each care that would disturb his breast , LulPd all his woes to sweet repose and rest .
When hush'd the wind—the horizon serene , And not one wrinkle on the lake is seen ; As fond of solitude he takes his stand , Th' extended angle trembling in his hand : The scaly wand rers sporting round the bait , And strive for freedom — when alas , too late ! So from the paths of prudence when we stray , Led by false pleasure ' s captivating ray ;
We wish our former quiet to regain , When all is anguish and internal pain . But cease to moralize my muse , and view Scenes ever charming , picturesque , and new ; External prospects , pastoral , and bland , What local beauties all around expand ! In rev ' rence to this venerable spot , Be not my Muse the neighb ' ring church forgoi
Whose rustic fane emerging from the boughs , Invites the interchange of spousal vows : By faithful hinds and artless damsels made , In wedlock's bands by constancy repaid . Where'er the Muse her humble standard rears , There ' s not a spot but cultivation cheers . And now when Autumn with his yellow stores ., From Plenty ' s cornucopia amply pours
In rich profusion , fragrant orchard's beam , And plump Pomona paints my lowly theme : Can I forbenr my sacrifice to bring , Perch'd , lovely Gratitude I on thy fair wing ?