Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come, And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
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Now swarms the village o'er the jovial mead: The rustic youth, brown with meridian toil,
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The dreadful hour with leaden pace approached,
Lashed fiercely on by unrelenting fate,
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The wanton's charms, however bright,
Are like the false illusive light
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The hoop, the darling justly of the fair,
Of every generous swain deserves the care.
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Among the changing months, May stands confest
The sweetest, and in fairest colours dressed!
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Now, Chatto, you're a dreary place,
Pale sorrow broods on ilka face;
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Oh, could I draw, my friend, thy genuine mind,
Just as the living forms by thee designed;
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Thine is the gentle day of love,
When youths and virgins try their fate;
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By Rufus' hall, where Thames polluted flows,
Provoked, the Genius of the river rose,
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While secret-leaguing nations frown around,
Ready to pour the long-expected storm;
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Tell me, thou soul of her I love,
Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled;
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Ethereal race, inhabitants of air,
Who hymn your god amid the secret grove;
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Hail! Power Divine, who by thy sole command,
From the dark empty space,
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Thus safely low, my friend, thou canst not fall:
Here reigns a deep tranquillity o'er all;
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E. S.
Once a lively image of human nature,
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Come, gentle Venus! and assuage
A warring world, a bleeding age.
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Go, little book, and find our Friend,
Who Nature and the Muses loves,
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One day the God of fond desire,
On mischief bent, to Damon said,
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When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main;
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Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude,
Companion of the wise and good,
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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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These, as they change, Almighty Father, these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
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In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, With woody hill o'er hill encompass'd round,
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In one diffusive band, They drive the troubled flocks, by many a dog
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The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up Within his iron cave, th' effusive south
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See where the winding vale its lavish stores, Irriguous, spreads. See, how the lily drinks
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He, when young Spring protrudes the bursting gems, Into his freshened soul; her genial hours
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Let no presuming impious railer tax Creative wisdom, as if aught was form'd
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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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