A steady spirit regularly free; SUNLIGHT IN DECEMBER. THE DISMAL DAY DECLINING INTO Now when the cheerless empire of the sky To Capricorn the Centaur Archer yields, And fierce Aquarius stains th' inverted year; Hung o'er the furthest verge of heaven, the sun Scarce spreads through ether the dejected day. Faint are his gleams, and ineffectual shoot His struggling rays, in horizontal lines, Through the thick air; as clothed in cloudy storm, Weak, wan, and broad, he skirts the southern sky; And, soon descending, to the long dark night, Wide-shading all, the prostrate world resigns. Nor is the night unwished; while vital heat, Light, life, and joy, the dubious day forsake. Meantime, in sable cincture, shadows vast, Deep-tinged and damp, and congregated clouds, And all the vapory turbulence of heaven, Involve the face of things. THE MELANCHOLY OF WINTER. DISCONSOLATE LOOK OF CATTLE.-SOUNDS PORTENDING A WINTER STORM. Thus Winter falls, A heavy gloom oppressive o'er the world, A WINTER RAIN-STORM; THE PLAIN DELUGED; EFFECTS ON The crested cock, with all his female train, THE RIVER SWOLLEN BY THE WINTER RAINS. THE FRESHET. Wide o'er the brim, with many a torrent swelled, And the mixed ruin of its banks o'erspread, At last the roused-up river pours along : Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild, Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and sounding far; Then o'er the sanded valley floating spreads, Calm, sluggish, silent; till again, constrained Between two meeting hills, it bursts away, Where rocks and woods o'erhang the turbid stream; There gathering triple force, rapid, and deep, It boils, and wheels, and foams, and thunders through. APOSTROPHE TO THE GRANDEURS OF NATURE; WINDS. Nature! great parent! whose unceasing hand Rolls round the seasons of the changeful year, How mighty, how majestic, are thy works! With what a pleasing dread they swell the soul, That sees astonished, and astonished sings! Ye too, ye winds! that now begin to blow With boisterous sweep, I raise my voice to you. Where are your stores, ye powerful beings! say, Where your aerial magazines reserved, To swell the brooding terrors of the storm? In what far-distant region of the sky, When from the pallid sky the sun descends, SIGNS OF A COMING TEMPEST AMONG THE BIRDS.ROOKS ; OWL; CORMORANT; HERN; SEA-FOWL.SIGNS FROM THE SEA-SHORE. But chief the plumy race, The tenants of the sky, its changes speak. Retiring from the downs, where all day long And blind commotion heaves; while from the shore, And forest-rustling mountain, comes a voice, THE WINTER TEMPEST ON THE OCEAN. THE BALTIC.SHIPWRECK. Then issues forth the storm with sudden burst, And hurls the whole precipitated air Down in a torrent. On the passive main Descends th' ethereal force, and with strong gust Turns from its bottom the discolored deep. Through the black night that sits immense around, Lashed into foam, the fierce conflicting brine Seems o'er a thousand raging waves to burn: Meantime the mountain-billows, to the clouds In dreadful tumult swelled, surge above surge, Burst into chaos with tremendous roar, And anchored navies from their stations drive, Wild as the winds, across the howling waste Of mighty waters: now th' inflated wave Straining they scale, and now impetuous shoot Into the secret chambers of the deep, The wintry Baltic thundering o'er their head. Emerging thence again, before the breath Of full-exerted heaven they wing their course, And dart on distant coasts; if some sharp rock, Or shoal insidious, break not their career, And in loose fragments fling them floating round. THE WINTER TEMPEST ON LAND. ITS EFFECT ON TREES, ETC. THE SUCCEEDING CALM. Nor less on land the loosened tempest reigns. Thus struggling through the dissipated grove, That, uttered by the Demon of the night, WINTER-MIDNIGHT. - CONTEMPLATION. As yet 't is midnight deep. The weary clouds, Slow-meeting, mingle into solid gloom. Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep, Let me associate with the serious Night, And Contemplation, her sedate compeer; Let me shake off th' intrusive cares of day, And lay the meddling senses all aside. VANITY OF HUMAN PURSUITS. Where now, ye lying vanities of life! Ye ever-tempting, ever-cheating train! Where are you now? and what is your amount? Vexation, disappointment, and remorse. Sad, sickening thought! and yet deluded man, A scene of crude disjointed visions passed, And broken slumbers, rises still resolved, With new-flushed hopes, to run the giddy round. PRAYER FOR VIRTUE. Father of light and life! thou Good Supreme! O teach me what is good! teach me Thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit! and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure ; Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss! THE SNOW-STORM. THE FIELDS; THE OX; BIRDS. The keener tempests rise and fuming dun From all the livid east, or piercing north, Thick clouds ascend; in whose capacious womb A vapory deluge lies, to snow congealed; Heavy they roll their fleecy world along, And the sky saddens with the gathered storm. Through the hushed air the whitening shower descends, At first thin wavering; till at last the flakes THE ROBIN RED-BREAST IN A SNOW-STORM; THE HARE; SHEEP. One alone, The red-breast, sacred to the household gods, Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is : CARE OF FLOCKS IN WINTER. Now, shepherds, to your helpless charge be kind, Baffle the raging year, and fill their pens With food at will; lodge them below the storm, And watch them strict; for from the bellowing east, In this dire season, oft the whirlwind's wing Sweeps up the burden of whole wintry plains At one wide waft, and o'er the hapless flocks, Hid in the hollow of two neighboring hills, The billowy tempest whelms ; till, upward urged, The valley to a shining mountain swells, Tipped with a wreath high-curling in the sky. THE WAYFARER LOST IN THE SNOW.HIS WRETCHED FATE; HOME; WIFE; CHILDREN; FRIENDS. As thus the snows arise; and foul, and fierce, Rush on his nerves, and call their vigor forth Then throng the busy shapes into his mind A dire descent! beyond the power of frost; Of faithless bogs; of precipices huge, Smoothed up with snow; and what is land unknown, What water of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils. INDIFFERENCE OF PLEASURE-SEEKERS TO HUMAN MISERY. — Ah! little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affluence surround; They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel, riot waste; Ah! little think they, while they dance along, GOOD EFFECTS OF SYMPATHY. Thought fond man Vice in his high career would stand appalled, THE BENEVOLENT JAIL COMMITTEE. IMPRISONMENT FOR And here can I forget the generous band,1 Who, touched with human woe, redressive searched Into the horrors of the gloomy jail? Unpitied, and unheard, where misery moans, Where sickness pines, where thirst and hunger burn, And poor misfortune feels the lash of vice. While in the land of Liberty, the land Whose every street and public meeting glow With open freedom, little tyrants raged; Snatched the lean morsel from the starving mouth; Tore from cold wintry limbs the tattered weed; E'en robbed them of the last of comforts, sleep; The free-born Briton to the dungeon chained, Or, as the lust of cruelty prevailed, At pleasure marked him with inglorious stripes; And crushed out lives, by secret barbarous ways, That for their country would have toiled or bled. LEGAL REFORM URGED. O great design! if executed well, With patient care, and wisdom-tempered zeal. Ye sons of Mercy! yet resume the search, Drag forth the legal monsters into light, Wrench from their hands oppression's iron rod, And bid the cruel feel the pains they give. Much still untouched remains; in this rank age, Much is the patriot's weeding hand required. The toils of law (what dark insidious men Have cumbrous added to perplex the truth, And lengthen simple justice into trade) How glorious were the day that saw these broke, And every man within the reach of right! PACKS OF WOLVES; THEIR RAVAGES; THE HORSE; BULL; MOTHER AND INFANT; BURIED CORPSES. By wintry famine roused, from all the tract Of horrid mountains which the shining Alps, And wavy Apennine, and Pyrenees, Branch out stupendous into distant lands; Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave! Burning for blood, bony, and gaunt, and grim! Assembling wolves in raging troops descend; And, pouring o'er the country, bear along, Keen as the north-wind sweeps the glossy snow. All is their prize. They fasten on the steed, Press him to earth, and pierce his mighty heart. Nor can the bull his awful front defend, Or shake the murdering savages away. Rapacious, at the mother's throat they fly, And tear the screaming infant from her breast. The godlike face of man avails him naught. 1 The Jail Committee, in the year 1729. E'en beauty, force divine! at whose bright glance The country be shut up, lured by the scent, SWISS AVALANCHES. Among those hilly regions, where embraced Now, all amid the rigors of the year, THE MIGHTY DEAD.-SOCRATES. Roused at the inspiring thought, I throw aside That voice of God within the attentive mind, SOLON. Solon the next, who built his common weal On equity's wide base; by tender laws A lively people curbing, yet undamped; Preserving still that quick peculiar fire, Whence in the laurelled field of finer arts, And of bold freedom, they unequalled shone, The pride of smiling Greece, and humankind. LYCURGUS.LEONIDAS. Lycurgus then, who bowed beneath the force Of strictest discipline, severely wise, All human passions. Following him, I see, As at Thermopyla he glorious fell, ARISTIDES. Then Aristides lifts his honest front; Spotless of heart, to whom the unflattering voice Of Freedom gave the noblest name of Just; In pure majestic poverty revered; Who, e'en his glory to his country's weal Submitting, swelled a haughty rival's 2 fame. CIMON. Reared by his care, of softer ray appears Cimon, sweet-souled; whose genius, rising strong, Shook off the load of young debauch ; abroad The scourge of Persian pride, at home the friend Of every worth and every splendid art; Modest, and simple, in the pomp of wealth. TIMOLEON. PELOPIDAS. EPAMINONDAS. Then the last worthies of declining Greece, PHOCION. He too, with whom Athenian honor sunk, But when, beneath his low illustrious roof, AGIS. ARATUS. — PHILOPEMEN. And he, the last of old Lycurgus' sons, THE ROMANS. NUMA. SERVIUS. — BRUTUS. — CAMILLUS.- Of rougher front, a mighty people come ! A race of heroes! in those virtuous times Which knew no stain, save that with partial flame Their dearest country they too fondly loved : Her better Founder first, the light of Rome, Numa, who softened her rapacious sons; Servius the king, who laid the solid base REGULUS. SCIPIO. — CICERO. CATO. BRUTUS. Thy willing victim,2 Carthage, bursting loose From all that pleading Nature could oppose, From a whole city's tears, by rigid faith Imperious called, and Honor's dire command; Scipio, the gentle chief, humanely brave, Who soon the race of spotless glory ran, And, warm in youth, to the poetic shade With Friendship and Philosophy retired; Tully, whose powerful eloquence a while Restrained the rapid fate of rushing Rome; Unconquered Cato, virtuous in extreme; And thou, unhappy Brutus, kind of heart, Whose steady arm, by awful virtue urged, Lifted the Roman steel against thy friend: Thousands besides the tribute of a verse Demand; but who can count the stars of heaven? Who sing their influence on this lower world? VIRGIL. HOMER AND THE GRECIAN WRITERS. Behold, who yonder comes! in sober state, Fair, mild, and strong, as is a vernal sun : "T is Phoebus' self, or else the Mantuan swain! Great Homer too appears, of daring wing, Parent of song! and, equal by his side, The British Muse; joined hand in hand they walk, Darkling, full up the middle steep to fame. Nor absent are those shades, whose skilful touch Pathetic drew the impassioned heart, and charmed Transported Athens with the moral scene; Nor those who, tuneful, waked the enchanting lyre. THE SOCIETY OF THE WISE. FRIENDS.-POPE. First of your kind! society divine! Still visit thus my nights, for you reserved, And mount my soaring soul to thoughts like yours. Silence, thou lonely power! the door be thine; See on the hallowed hour that none intrude, Save a few chosen friends, who sometimes deign To bless my humble roof, with sense refined, Learning digested well, exalted faith, Unstudied wit, and humor ever gay. Or from the Muses' hill will Pope descend, To raise the sacred hour, to bid it smile, And with the social spirit warm the heart? For though not sweeter his own Homer sings, Yet is his life the more endearing song. A TRIBUTE TO MR. HAMMOND. Where art thou, Hammond? thou, the darling pride, |