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13 She mounts, and, lessening to the light, Salates the blythe return of light, And high her tuneful track pursues 'Mid the dim rainbow's scattered hues. Beneath a willow long forsook, The fisher feeks his 'customed nook, And, bursting thro' the crackling sedge That crowns the current's caverned edge, He startles from the bordering wood The balhful wild-duck's early brood.
WAERE facred Ganges pours along the plain, And Indus rolls to swell the eafern main, What awful scenes the curious mind delight, What wonders burst upon the dazzled sight! There giant palms lift high their tufted heads ; The plantain wide his graceful foliage spreads; Wild in the woods the active monkey springs, The chattering parrot claps his painted wings;
Mid tall bamboos lies hid the deadly fnake, The tiger couches in the tangled brake;
The spotted axis bounds in fear away,
''Twas dead of night, when weary bodies close
Their eyes in balmy sleep, and soft repose ;
Fortitude..To Morning. 15 The flocks and herds, and particolour’d fowl, Which haunt the woods, or swim the reedy pool, Stretched on the quiet earth securely lay, Forgetting the past labours of the day.
The bold swimmer joys not so
In varied beauty bright;
Trees and Plants.
Bids silver luftre grace yon sparkling tide,
TREES AND PLANTS. Say, know'st thou why the beech delights the
glade, With boughs extended and a rounder fhade, Whilst towering firs in conic forms arise, And with a pointed spear divide the fies? Or why again the changing oak should shed The yearly honours of his stately head, Whilst the distinguished yew is ever feen Unchanged his branch, and permanent his green} Wanting the sun why does the caltha fade? . Why does the cypress Hourish in the shade ? The fig and date, why love they to remain In middle station and an even plain, . Whilst in the lower marsh the gourd is found, And while the hill with olive fhade is crowned? Why does one climate and one foil endue The blushing poppy with a crimson hue, Yet leave the lily pale and tinge the violet blue?)
Trees and Plants.
The twining jasmine and the blushing rose
one breath Raise this to strength and sicken that to death? Whence does it happen that the plant, which
well We name the sensitive, should move and feel ? Whence know her leaves to answer her command, And with quick horror fly the neighbouring hand ? Along the funny bank, or watery mead, Ten thousand ftalks their various blossoms fpread. Peaceful and lowly in their native foil, They neither know to spin nor care to toil; Yet with confest magnificence deride Our vile attire, and impotence of pride.