I loathe, O Lord, this life below, And all its fading fleeting joys;
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These, as they change, Almighty Father, these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
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As thus the snows arise; and foul and fierce, All winter drives along the darken'd air;
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Come, gentle Venus! and assuage
A warring world, a bleeding age.
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When my breast labours with oppressive care,
And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear:
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Thir. Say, tell me true, what is the doleful cause
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DAVID. What means yon apparition in the sky,
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While in heroic numbers some relate The amazing turns of wise eternal fate;
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Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth,
To mingle with his stars; and every muse,
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My trembling muse your honour does address,
That it's a bold attempt most humbly I confess;
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'Tis raging noon; and, vertical, the sun
Darts on the head direct his forceful rays.
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It was a sad, ay 'twas a sad farewell, I still afresh the pangs of parting feel;
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Now, Chatto, you're a dreary place,
Pale sorrow broods on ilka face;
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As thus the patient dam assiduous sits, Not to be tempted from her tender task,
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Around th' adjoining brook, that purls along The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock,
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Come, gentle God of soft desire,
Come and possess my happy breast,
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If those who live in shepherd's bower,
Press not the rich and stately bed;
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When now no more th' alternate twins are fired,
And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze,
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The stag, too, singled from the herd, where long He ranged, the branching monarch of the shade,
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Our bard, to modern epilogue a foe, Thinks such mean mirth but deadens generous woe;
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Cramm'd to the throat with wholesome moral stuff, Alas! poor audience! you have had enough.
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E. S.
Once a lively image of human nature,
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The western sun withdrawn the shorten'd day, And humid evening, gliding o'er the sky
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Confess'd from yonder slow-extinguish'd clouds, All ether softening, sober Evening takes
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From those eternal regions bright,
Where suns, that never set in night,
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Oh! knew he but his happiness, of men
The happiest he, who, far from public rage,
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He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting gems, Into his freshened soul; her genial hours
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Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude,
Companion of the wise and good,
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Hail! Power Divine, who by thy sole command,
From the dark empty space,
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Waked by his warmer ray, the reptile young Came wing'd abroad; by the light air upborne
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