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DROUGHT.
PLUNG'D amid the limpid waters,
Or the cooling shade beneath;
Let me fly the scorching sun-beams,
And the south wind's sickly breath!
Or the cooling shade beneath;
Let me fly the scorching sun-beams,
And the south wind's sickly breath!
Sirius burns the parching meadows,
Flames upon th' embrowning hill;
Dries the foliage of the forest,
And evaporates the rill.
Flames upon th' embrowning hill;
Dries the foliage of the forest,
And evaporates the rill.
Scarce is seen a lonely floweret,
Save amid th' embowering wood;
O'er the prospect dim and dreary,
Drought presides in sullen mood!
Save amid th' embowering wood;
O'er the prospect dim and dreary,
Drought presides in sullen mood!
Murky vapours, hung in æther,
Wrap in gloom, the sky serene;
Nature pants distressful,—silence
Reigns o'er all the sultry scene.
Wrap in gloom, the sky serene;
Nature pants distressful,—silence
Reigns o'er all the sultry scene.
Then amid the limpid waters,
Or beneath the cooling shade;
Let me shun the scorching sunbeams,
And the sickly breeze evade!
Or beneath the cooling shade;
Let me shun the scorching sunbeams,
And the sickly breeze evade!
July, 1807.
| The embargo ; or, sketches of the times | |