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See Winter comes to rule the varied Year	A
Sullen and sad with all his rising Train	B
Vapours and Clouds and Storms Be these my Theme	C
These that exalt the Soul to solemn Thought	D
And heavenly musing Welcome kindred Glooms	E
Wish'd wint'ry Horrors hail With frequent Foot	F
Pleas'd have I in my cheerful Morn of Life	G
When nurs'd by careless Solitude I liv'd	H
And sung of Nature with unceasing Joy	I
Pleas'd have I wander'd thro' your rough Domains	E
Trod the pure virgin Snows my self as pure	J
Heard the Winds roar and the big Torrent burst	K
Or seen the deep fermenting Tempest brew'd	L
In the red evening Sky Thus pass'd the Time	M
Till thro' the opening Chambers of the South	N
Look'd out the joyous Spring look'd out and smil'd	O
THEE too Inspirer of the toiling Swain	B
Fair AUTUMN yellow rob'd I'll sing of thee	P
Of thy last temper'd Days and sunny Calms	E
When all the golden Hours are on the Wing	Q
Attending thy Retreat and round thy Wain	B
Slow rolling onward to the Southern Sky	R
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BEHOLD the well pois'd Hornet hovering hangs	E
With quivering Pinions in the genial Blaze	E
Flys off in airy Circles then returns	E
And hums and dances to the beating Ray	S
Nor shall the Man that musing walks alone	T
And heedless strays within his radiant Lists	E
Go unchastis'd away Sometimes a Fleece	E
Of Clouds wide scattering with a lucid Veil	U
Soft shadow o'er th'unruffled Face of Heaven	V
And thro' their dewy Sluices shed the Sun	V
With temper'd Influence down Then is the Time	M
For those whom Wisdom and whom Nature charm	W
To steal themselves from the degenerate Croud	O
And soar above this little Scene of Things	E
To tread low thoughted Vice beneath their Feet	O
To lay their Passions in a gentle Calm	X
And woo lone Quiet in her silent Walks	E
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NOW solitary and in pensive Guise	E
Oft let me wander o'er the russet Mead	O
Or thro' the pining Grove where scarce is heard	O
One dying Strain to chear the Woodman's Toil	Y
Sad Philomel perchance pours forth her Plaint	O
Far thro' the withering Copse Mean while the Leaves	E
That late the Forest clad with lively Green	Z
Nipt by the drizzly Night and Sallow hu'd	O
Fall wavering thro' the Air or shower amain	Z
Urg'd by the Breeze that sobs amid the Boughs	E
Then list'ning Hares forsake the rusling Woods	E
And starting at the frequent Noise escape	A2
To the rough Stubble and the rushy Fen	Z
Then Woodcocks o'er the fluctuating Main	Z
That glimmers to the Glimpses of the Moon	Z
Stretch their long Voyage to the woodland Glade	O
Where wheeling with uncertain Flight they mock	B2
The nimble Fowler's Aim Now Nature droops	E
Languish the living Herbs with pale Decay	S
And all the various Family of Flowers	E
Their sunny Robes resign The falling Fruits	E
Thro' the still Night forsake the Parent Bough	C2
That in the first grey Glances of the Dawn	Z
Looks wild and wonders at the wintry Waste	O
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THE Year yet pleasing but declining fast	O
Soft o'er the secret Soul in gentle Gales	E
A Philosophic Melancholly breathes	E
And bears the swelling Thought aloft to Heaven	Z
Then forming Fancy rouses to conceive	D2
What never mingled with the Vulgar's Dream	C
Then wake the tender Pang the pitying Tear	E2
The Sigh for suffering Worth the Wish prefer'd	O
For Humankind the Joy to see them bless'd	O
And all the Social Off spring of the Heart	O
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OH bear me then to high embowering Shades	E
To twilight Groves and visionary Vales	E
To weeping Grottos and to hoary Caves	E
Where Angel Forms are seen and Voices heard	O
Sigh'd in low Whispers that abstract the Soul	F2
From outward Sense far into Worlds remote	O
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NOW when the Western Sun withdraws the Day	S
And humid Evening gliding o'er the Sky	R
In her chill Progress checks the straggling Beams	E
And robs them of their gather'd vapoury Prey	S
Where Marshes stagnate and where Rivers wind	O
Cluster the rolling Fogs and swim along	G2
The dusky mantled Lawn then slow descend	O
Once more to mingle with their Watry Friends	E
The vivid Stars shine out in radiant Files	E
And boundless Ether glows till the fair Moon	Z
Shows her broad Visage in the crimson'd East	O
Now stooping seems to kiss the passing Cloud	O
Now o'er the pure Cerulean rides sublime	M
Wide the pale Deluge floats with silver Waves	E
O'er the sky'd Mountain to the low laid Vale	U
From the white Rocks with dim Reflexion gleams	E
And faintly glitters thro' the waving Shades	E
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ALL Night abundant Dews unnoted fall	H2
And at Return of Morning silver o'er	I2
The Face of Mother Earth from every Branch	J2
Depending tremble the translucent Gems	E
And quivering seem to fall away yet cling	Q
And sparkle in the Sun whose rising Eye	R
With Fogs bedim'd portends a beauteous Day	S
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NOW giddy Youth whom headlong Passions fire	I2
Rouse the wild Game and stain the guiltless Grove	K2
With Violence and Death yet call it Sport	O
To scatter Ruin thro' the Realms of Love	L2
And Peace that thinks no Ill But These the Muse	E
Whose Charity unlimited extends	E
As wide as Nature works disdains to sing	Q
Returning to her nobler Theme in view	M2
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FOR see where Winter comes himself confest	O
Striding the gloomy Blast First Rains obscure	J
Drive thro' the mingling Skies with Tempest foul	N2
Beat on the Mountain's Brow and shake the Woods	E
That sounding wave below The dreary Plain	Z
Lies overwhelm'd and lost The bellying Clouds	E
Combine and deepening into Night shut up	O2
The Day's fair Face The Wanderers of Heaven	Z
Each to his Home retire save those that love	L2
To take their Pastime in the troubled Air	E2
And skimming flutter round the dimply Flood	O
The Cattle from th'untasted Fields return	Z
And ask with Meaning low their wonted Stalls	E
Or ruminate in the contiguous Shade	O
Thither the houshold feathery People croud	O
The crested Cock with all his female Train	Z
Pensive and wet Mean while the Cottage Swain	Z
Hangs o'er th'enlivening Blaze and taleful there	E2
Recounts his simple Frolic Much he talks	E
And much he laughs nor recks the Storm that blows	E
Without and rattles on his humble Roof	P2
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AT last the muddy Deluge pours along	G2
Resistless roaring dreadful down it comes	E
From the chapt Mountain and the mossy Wild	O
Tumbling thro' Rocks abrupt and sounding far	Q2
Then o'er the sanded Valley floating spreads	E
Calm sluggish silent till again constrain'd	O
Betwixt two meeting Hills it bursts a Way	S
Where Rocks and Woods o'erhang the turbid Stream	C
There gathering triple Force rapid and deep	R2
It boils and wheels and foams and thunders thro'	Q2
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NATURE great Parent whose directing Hand	O
Rolls round the Seasons of the changeful Year	Q2
How mighty how majestick are thy Works	E
With what a pleasing Dread they swell the Soul	F2
That sees astonish'd and astonish'd sings	E
You too ye Winds that now begin to blow	S2
With boisterous Sweep I raise my Voice to you	M2
Where are your Stores ye viewless Beings say	S
Where your aerial Magazines reserv'd	O
Against the Day of Tempest perilous	E
In what untravel'd Country of the Air	Q2
Hush'd in still Silence sleep you when 'tis calm	X
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LATE in the louring Sky red fiery Streaks	E
Begin to flush about the reeling Clouds	E
Stagger with dizzy Aim as doubting yet	O
Which Master to obey while rising slow	S2
Sad in the Leaden colour'd East the Moon	Z
Wears a bleak Circle round her sully'd Orb	T2
Then issues forth the Storm with loud Control	F2
And the thin Fabrick of the pillar'd Air	Q2
O'erturns at once Prone on th'uncertain Main	Z
Descends th'Etherial Force and plows its Waves	E
With dreadful Rift from the mid Deep appears	E
Surge after Surge the rising wat'ry War	Q2
Whitening the angry Billows rowl immense	E
And roar their Terrors thro' the shuddering Soul	F2
Of feeble Man amidst their Fury caught	O
And dash'd upon his Fate Then o'er the Cliff	U2
Where dwells the Sea Mew unconfin'd they fly	R
And hurrying swallow up the steril Shore	Q2
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THE Mountain growls and all its sturdy Sons	E
Stoop to the Bottom of the Rocks they shade	O
Lone on its Midnight Side and all aghast	O
The dark w	-

James Thomson

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