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The rancour, thus, of rushing fate,

I've learnt to render vain : For whilft Integrity's her feat,

The foul will fit ferene.

XXIX.

A raven, from some greedy vault,

Amidlt that cloister'd gloom,
Bids me, and ’tis a solemn thought !

Refleet upon the tomb.

XXX.

The tomb !The consecrated dome!

The temple rais'd to Peace! The port, that to its friendly home

Compels the human race !

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XXXI.

Yon village, to the moral mind,

A folemn aspect wears ;
Where sleep hath lullid the labour'd hind,

And kill'd his daily cares :

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XXXII.
'Tis but the church-yard of the Night;

An emblematic bed !
That offers to the mental light

The temporary dead.

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From hence, I'll penetrate, in thought,

The grave's unmeasur'd deep;
And tutor’d, hence, be timely taught,

To meet my final sleep.

XXXIV.
'Tis peace-(The little chaos past!)

The gracious moon restorid !
A breeze succeeds the frightful blast,

That through the forest roar'd !

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XXXV.
The Nightingale, a welcome guest !

Renews her gentle strains ;
And Hope (just wand'ring from my breast)

Her wonted seat regains.

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XXXVI.
Yes—-When yon lucid orb is dark,

And darting from on high ;
My soul, a more celestial spark,

Shall keep her native sky.

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Fann'd by the light-the lenient breeze,

My limbs refreshment find ; And moral rhapsodies, like these,

Give vigour to the mind.

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LANDSCAPE.

BY THE SAME.

Rura mibi & irrigui placeant in vallibus amnes.

VIRG.

I.
Now that Summer's ripen'd bloom

Frolicks where the winter frown'd,
Stretch'd upon these banks of broom,

We command the landscape round.

II.

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Nature in the prospect yields

Humble dales, and mountains bold, Meadows, woodlands, heaths,--and fields

Yellow'd o'er with waving gold.

III.

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Goats upon that frowning fteep,

Fearless, with their kidlings brouse ! Here a flock of snowy sheep!

There an herd of motly cows !

IV.

On the uplands, every glade

Brightens in the blaze of day; Oer the vales, the sober shade

Softens to an evening grey.

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V.

Where the rill, by flow degrees,

Swells into a cryftal pool, Shaggy rocks and shelving trees

Shoot to keep the waters cool.

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VI.

Shiver'd by a thunder-stroke,

From the mountain's misty ridge, O'er the brook a ruin'd oak,

Near the farm-house, forms a bridge.

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On her breast the funny beam

Glitters in meridian pride ; Yonder as the virgin stream

Haftens to the restless tide :

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Where the ships, by wanton gales

Wafted, o'er the green-waves run, Sweet to see their swelling fails

Whitend by the laughing fun!

IX. High upon the daisied hill,

Rifing from the slope of trees, How the wings of yonder mill

Labour in the busy breeze!

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X.

Cheerful as a summer's morn,

(Bouncing from her loaded pad) Where the maid presents her corn,

Smirking, to the miller's lad,

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XI.

O'er the green a festal throng

Gambols, in fantastic trim ! As the full cart moves along,

Hearken-'tis their harvest hymn!

XII.

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Linnets on the crouded sprays

Chorus,-and the wood-larks rise, Soaring with a song of praise,

'Till the sweet notes reach the skies.

Torrents in extended sheets

Down the cliffs, dividing, break : 'Twixt the hills the water meets,

Settling in a filver lake!

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