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'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb
Afcending, fires th' horizon; while the clouds,
That crowd away before the driving wind,
More ardent as the disk emerges more,
Resemble most some city in a blaze,
Seen through the leaflefs wood. His flanting ray
Slides ineffe&tual down the snowy vale,
And, tinging all with his own rofy hue,
From ev'ry herb and ev'ry spiry blade
itretches a length of shadow o'er the field.
Kine, spindling into longitude immense,
n spite of gravity, and sage remark
What I myself am but a fleeting shade,

Provokes me to a smile. With


askance I view the muscular proportion'd limb Transform'd to a lean fhank. The shapeless pair, As they design’d to mock me, at my

side Take step for step; and, as I near approach The cottage, walk along the plaster'd' wall, Prepost'rous fight! the legs without the man. The verdure of the plain lies buried deep Beneath the dazzling deluge ; and the bents, And coarser grass, upspearing o'er the resty Of late unsightly and unseen, now shine Conspicuous, and, in bright apparel clad And fledg'd with icy feathers, nod superb. The cattle mourn in córners where the fence Screens them, and feem half petrified to fleep In unrecumbent sadnefs. There they wait Their wonted fodder ; not like hung’ring man, Fretful if unsupplied ; but silent, meek, And patient of the slow.pac'd fwain's delay. He from the stack carves out th'accustom'd load, Deep plunging, and again deep-plunging oft, His broad keen knife into the solid mass : Smooth as a wall the upright remnant stands, With fuch undeviating and even force He fevers it away: no needless care, Left storms should overset the leaning pile


Deciduous, or its own unbalanc'd weight.
Forth goes the woodman, leaving unconcern'd
The cheerful haunts of man ; to wield the axe
And drive the wedge in yonder forest drear,
From morn to eve his solitary task.
Shaggy, and lean, and fhrewd, with pointed ears
And tail cropp'd short, half lurcher and balf cur
His dog attends him. Close behind his heel
Now creeps
he flow; and now,


Wide-scamp’ring, snatches up the drifted frow
With iv'ry teeth, or ploughs it with his fnout;
Then shakes his powder'd coat, and barks for joy.
Heedless of all his pranks, the sturdy churl
Moves right toward the mark; nor stops for aught,
But now and then with pressure of his thumb
T'adjust the fragrant charge of a short tube
That fumes beneath his nose: the trailing cloud
Streams far behind him, fcenting all the air.
Now from the rooft, or from the neighb'ring pale,
Where, diligent to catch the first faint gleam
Of smiling day, they goffip'd side by side,
Come trooping at the housewife's well-known call
The feather'd tribes domestic.

Half on wing, od half on foot, they brulh the fleecy flood, Conscious and fearful of too deep a plunge. The sparrows peep, and quit the fhelt'ring eaves

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To seize the fair occasion.

Well they eye The scatter'd grain ; and, thievishly resolv'd T'escape th' impending famine, often scar'd, As oft return-a pert voracious kind. Clean riddance quickly made, one only care Remains to each--the search of sunny nook, Or fhed impervious to the blast. Resign'd To fad necessity, the cock forgoes His wonted strut; and, wading at their head With well-consider'd steps, seems to refent His alter'd gait and stateliness retrench'a. How find the myriads, that in summer cheer The hills and valleys with their ceaseless songs, Due sustenance, or where subsist they now? Earth yields them nought: th' imprison'd worm is safe Beneath the frozen clod; all feeds of herbs Lie cover'd close; and berry-bearing thorns, That feed the thrush, (whatever fome suppose) Afford the smaller minstrels no fupply. The long protracted rigour of the year Thins all their num'rous flocks. In chipks and holes Ten thousand seek an unmolested end, As instinct prompts ; felf-buried ere they die. The very rooks and daws forsake the fields, Where neither grub, nor root, nor earth nut. now Repays their labour more; and, perch'd aloft

By the way-side, or stalking in the path, Lean pensioners upon the trav’ller's track, Pick up their nauseous dole, though sweet to them, Of voided pulse or half-digested grain. The streams are lost amid the splendid blank, O'erwhelming all distinction. On the food, Indurated and fix'd, the snowy weight Lies undiffolv'd; while filently beneath, And unperceiv'd, the current steals away. Not so, where scornful of a check, it leaps The mill-dam, dashes on the restless wheel, And wantons in the pebbly gulph below: No frost can bind it there ; its utmost force Can but arrest the light and smokey mist That in its fall the liquid sheet throws wide. And see where it has hung th' embroider'd bank With forms so various, that no powers


art, The pencil or the peo, may trace the scene! Here glitt'ring turrets rise, upbearing high (Fantastic misarrangement !) on the roof Large growth of what may seem the sparkling trees And Ihrubs of fairy land. The crystal drops That trickle down the branches, fast congeald, Shoot into pillars of pellucid length, And prop the pile they but adorn'd before. Here grotto within grotto safe defies

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