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As oft return, a pert voracious kind.
Clean riddance quickly made, one only care
Remains to each, the search of sunny nook,
Or shed impervious to the blast. Resign'd
To sad neceffity, the cock foregoes
His wonted strut, and wading at their head
With well-consider'd steps, seems to resent
His alter'd gait and stateliness retrench'd.
How find the myriads, that in summer cheer
The hills and vallies with their ceaseless songs,
Due fuftenance, or where subsist they now?
Earth yields them nought: the imprison'd worm
Beneath the frozen clod; all feeds of herbs
Lie cover'd close, and berry-bearing thorns
That feed the thrush (whatever some suppose)
Afford the smaller minstrels no supply.
The long protracted rigour of the year
Thins all their num'rous flocks. In chinks and
holes Ten thousand seek an unmolested end, As instinct prompts; self 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 fide, or stalking in the path, Lean pensioners upon the trav'llers track, Pick up their nauseous dole, though sweet to the..
Of voided pulse or half-digested grain.
The streams are lost amid the splendid blank,
O’erwhelming all distinction. On the flood,
Indurated and fixt, 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’embroid'red banks
With forms so various, that no pow'rs of art,
The pencil or the pen, may trace the scene !
Here glitt'ring turrets rife, upbearing high
(Fantastic mifarrangement !) on the roof
Large growth of what may seem the sparkling trees
And shrubs 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 fafe defies
The sun-beam; there imboss'd and fretted wild,
The growing wonder takes a thousand shapes
Capricious, in which fancy seeks in vain
The likeness of some object seen before.
Thus nature works as if to mock at art,
And in defiance of her rival pow'rs;
By these fortuitous and random strokes
Performing such inimitable feats,
As she with all her rules can never reach.
Less worthy of applaufe, though more admired,
Because a novelty, the work of man,
Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ!
Thy most magnificent and mighty freak,
The wonder of the North. No foreft fell
When thou wouldst build; no quarry sent its
Tenrich thy walls: but thou didft hew the floods,
And make thy marble of the glasly wave. .
In such a palace Aristeus found
Cyrene, when he bore the plaintive tale
Of his loft bees to her maternal care.
In such a palace poetry might place
The armoury of winter; where his troops,
The gloomy clouds, find weapons, arrowy fleet, Skin-piercing volly, blossom-bruising hail, And snow that often blinds the travöller's course, And wraps him in an unexpected tomb. Silently as a dream the fabric rose ; No sound of hammer or of faw was there. Ice upon ice, the well adjusted parts Were foon conjoin'd, nor other cement afk'd Than water interfusd to make them one.
Lamps gracefully dispos'd, and of all hues,
Illumin'd ev'ry side: a wat'ry light
Gleam'd through the clear transparency, that
Another moon new risen, or meteor fallin
From heav'n to earth, of lambent flame serene.
So stood the brittle prodigy; though finooth
And slipp'ry the materials, yet frost-bound
Firm as a rock. Nor wanted aught within,
That royal residence might well befit,
For grandeur :or for use. Long wavý wreaths
Of flow'rs; that fear'd no enemy but warmth,
Blush'd on the pannels. Mirrour needed none
Where all was vitreous; but in order due
Convivial table and commodious seat
(What seem'd at least commodious feat) were there,
Sopha and couch, and high-built throne auguft.
The same lubricity was found in all,
And all was moist to the warm touch ; a scene
Of evanescent glory once a stream,
And soon to slide into a stream again.
Alas ! 'twas but a mortifying stroke
Of undefign'd severity, that glanc'd,
(Made by a monarch) on her own estate,
On human grandeur and the courts of kings.
Twas transient in its nature, as in show
'Twas durable ; as worthless, as it seem'd
Intrinsically precious; to the foot
Treach'rous and false; it fmild, and it was cold.
Great princes have great playthings. Some
At hewing mountains into men, and fomet...
At building human wonders mountain high.
Some have amus'd the dull, fad years of: life,
Life spent in indolence, and therefore fad,
With schemes of monumental fame; and sought
By pyramids and mausolean.pomp,
Short-liv'd themselves, t' immortalize their bones.
Some feek diverfion in the tented field,
And make the forrows of.mankind their sport.
But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise,
Kings would not play at. Nations would do well
Textort their truncheons from the puny hands
Of heroes, whose infirm and baby minds
Are gratified with mischief; and who fpoil,
Because men suffer it, their toy the world.
When Babel was confounded, and the great
Confed'racy of projectors wild and vain
Was split into diversity of tongues,
Then as a shepherd separates his flock,
These to the upland, to the valley those
God drave asunder, and assign'd their lot
To all the nations. Ample was the boon
He gave them, in its distribution fair
And equal, and he bade them dwell in peace.
Peace was awhile their care: they plough'd and
And reap?d their plenty without grudge or strife.