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The western gale	A
Mild as the kisses of connubial love	B
Plays round my languid limbs as all dissolved	C
Beneath the ancient elm's fantastic shade	D
I lie exhausted with the noontide heat	E
While rippling o'er its deep worn pebble bed	F
The rapid rivulet rushes at my feet	E
Dispensing coolness On the fringed marge	G
Full many a floweret rears its head or pink	H
Or gaudy daffodil 'Tis here at noon	I
The buskin'd wood nymphs from the heat retire	J
And lave them in the fountain here secure	K
From Pan or savage satyr they disport	E
Or stretch'd supinely on the velvet turf	L
Lull'd by the laden bee or sultry fly	M
Invoke the god of slumber	N
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And hark how merrily from distant tower	N
Ring round the village bells now on the gale	A
They rise with gradual swell distinct and loud	E
Anon they die upon the pensive ear	O
Melting in faintest music They bespeak	P
A day of jubilee and oft they bear	Q
Commix'd along the unfrequented shore	R
The sound of village dance and tabor loud	E
Startling the musing ear of Solitude	E
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Such is the jocund wake of Whitsuntide	E
When happy Superstition gabbling eld	E
Holds her unhurtful gambols All the day	E
The rustic revellers ply the mazy dance	S
On the smooth shaven green and then at eve	T
Commence the harmless rites and auguries	S
And many a tale of ancient days goes round	E
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They tell of wizard seer whose potent spells	S
Could hold in dreadful thrall the labouring moon	I
Or draw the fix'd stars from their eminence	S
And still the midnight tempest Then anon	I
Tell of uncharnel'd spectres seen to glide	E
Along the lone wood's unfrequented path	U
Startling the 'nighted traveller while the sound	E
Of undistinguished murmurs heard to come	V
From the dark centre of the deepening glen	I
Struck on his frozen ear	O
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Oh Ignorance	S
Thou art fallen man's best friend With thee he speeds	S
In frigid apathy along his way	E
And never does the tear of agony	I
Burn down his scorching cheek or the keen steel	W
Of wounded feeling penetrate his breast	E
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E'en now as leaning on this fragrant bank	X
I taste of all the keener happiness	S
Which sense refined affords E'en now my heart	E
Would fain induce me to forsake the world	E
Throw off these garments and in shepherd's weeds	S
With a small flock and short suspended reed	E
To sojourn in the woodland Then my thought	E
Draws such gay pictures of ideal bliss	S
That I could almost err in reason's spite	E
And trespass on my judgment	E
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Such is life	Y
The distant prospect always seems more fair	Q
And when attain'd another still succeeds	S
Far fairer than before yet compass'd round	E
With the same dangers and the same dismay	E
And we poor pilgrims in this dreary maze	S
Still discontented chase the fairy form	Z
Of unsubstantial Happiness to find	E
When life itself is sinking in the strife	Y
'Tis but an airy bubble and a cheat	E

Henry Kirk White

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