The poems and literary prose of Alexander Wilson ... for the first time fully collected and compared with the original and early editions ... edited ... by the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart ... with portrait, illustrations, &c |
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A RURAL WALK.
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A RURAL WALK.
The Scenery drawn from Nature.
The Summer sun was riding high,
The woods in deepest verdure drest;
From care and clouds of dust to fly,
Across yon bubbling brook I past;
The woods in deepest verdure drest;
From care and clouds of dust to fly,
Across yon bubbling brook I past;
And up the hill, with cedars spread,
Where vines through spice-wood thickets roam;
I took the woodland path, that led
To Bartram's hospitable dome.
Where vines through spice-wood thickets roam;
I took the woodland path, that led
To Bartram's hospitable dome.
Thick tow'ring oaks around me rose,
Tough hiccories tall, and walnuts wide;
Hard dog-wood, chinkspin, and sloes,
Were cluster'd round on every side.
Tough hiccories tall, and walnuts wide;
Hard dog-wood, chinkspin, and sloes,
Were cluster'd round on every side.
Ten thousand busy hums were heard
From leafy bough, and herb, and flower;
The squirrel chipp'd, the tree-frog whirr'd,
The dove bemoan'd in shadiest bow'r.
From leafy bough, and herb, and flower;
The squirrel chipp'd, the tree-frog whirr'd,
The dove bemoan'd in shadiest bow'r.
The thrush pour'd out his varying song,
The robin's artless notes unite;
And loud o'er all the tuneful throng
Was heard, in mellow tones, “Bob White.”
The robin's artless notes unite;
And loud o'er all the tuneful throng
Was heard, in mellow tones, “Bob White.”
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My swelling heart with joy o'erflow'd,
To hear those happy millions raise
To Nature's universal God
Such voluntary songs of praise.
To hear those happy millions raise
To Nature's universal God
Such voluntary songs of praise.
Whate'er mistaken Zeal may teach,
Or gloomy Melancholy spy,
Or vision-seeing prophets preach,
Or Superstition's fears supply;
Or gloomy Melancholy spy,
Or vision-seeing prophets preach,
Or Superstition's fears supply;
Where'er I view this vast design,
On earth, air, ocean, field, or flood;
All—all proclaim the truth divine,
That God is bountiful and good.
On earth, air, ocean, field, or flood;
All—all proclaim the truth divine,
That God is bountiful and good.
Thus musing on, I past the rill,
That steals down moss-grown rocks so slow;
And wander'd up the woodland hill,
Thick-spreading chestnut boughs below.
That steals down moss-grown rocks so slow;
And wander'd up the woodland hill,
Thick-spreading chestnut boughs below.
In yellow coat-of-mail encas'd,
With head erect, and watchful eye;
The tortoise, at his mushroom feast,
Shrunk tim'rous as I loiter'd by.
With head erect, and watchful eye;
The tortoise, at his mushroom feast,
Shrunk tim'rous as I loiter'd by.
Along the dark sequester'd path,
Where cedars form an arching shade;
I marked the cat-bird's squalling wrath,
The jay in shining blue array'd.
Where cedars form an arching shade;
I marked the cat-bird's squalling wrath,
The jay in shining blue array'd.
And now, emerging on the day,
New prospects caught my ravished eye;
Below—a thousand colours gay,
Above—a blue o'er-arching sky.
New prospects caught my ravished eye;
Below—a thousand colours gay,
Above—a blue o'er-arching sky.
Rich waving fields of yellow grain,
Green pastures, shelter'd cots and farms;
Gay, glittering domes, bestrew'd the plain:
A noble group of rural charms.
Green pastures, shelter'd cots and farms;
Gay, glittering domes, bestrew'd the plain:
A noble group of rural charms.
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A wide extended waste of wood
Beyond in distant prospect lay;
Where Delaware's majestic flood
Shone like the radiant orb of day.
Beyond in distant prospect lay;
Where Delaware's majestic flood
Shone like the radiant orb of day.
Down to the left was seen afar
The whiten'd spire of sacred name,
And ars'nal, where the god of war
Has hung his spears of bloody fame.
The whiten'd spire of sacred name,
And ars'nal, where the god of war
Has hung his spears of bloody fame.
The city's painted skirts were seen,
Through clouds of smoke ascending high;
While on the Schuylkill's glassy scene
Canoes and sloops were heard to ply.
Through clouds of smoke ascending high;
While on the Schuylkill's glassy scene
Canoes and sloops were heard to ply.
There upward where it gently bends,
And Say's red fortress tow'rs in view;
The floating bridge its length extends;
A living scene for ever new.
And Say's red fortress tow'rs in view;
The floating bridge its length extends;
A living scene for ever new.
There market-maids, in lively rows,
With wallets white were riding home;
And thundering gigs, with powder'd beauxs,
Through Gray's green festive shades to roam.
With wallets white were riding home;
And thundering gigs, with powder'd beauxs,
Through Gray's green festive shades to roam.
There Bacchus fills his flowing cup,
There Venus' lovely train are seen;
There lovers sigh, and gluttons sup,
By shrubb'ry walks, in arbours green.
There Venus' lovely train are seen;
There lovers sigh, and gluttons sup,
By shrubb'ry walks, in arbours green.
But dearer pleasures warm my heart,
And fairer scenes salute my eye;
As thro' these cherry-rows I dart
Where Bartram's fairy landscapes lie.
And fairer scenes salute my eye;
As thro' these cherry-rows I dart
Where Bartram's fairy landscapes lie.
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Sweet flows the Schuylkill's winding tide,
By Bartram's green emblossom'd bow'rs;
Where Nature sports, in all her pride
Of choicest plants, and fruits, and flow'rs.
By Bartram's green emblossom'd bow'rs;
Where Nature sports, in all her pride
Of choicest plants, and fruits, and flow'rs.
These sheltering pines that shade the path,—
That tow'ring cypress moving slow,—
Survey a thousand sweets beneath,
And smile upon the groves below.
That tow'ring cypress moving slow,—
Survey a thousand sweets beneath,
And smile upon the groves below.
O happy he who slowly strays,
On Summer's eve, these shades among;
While Phœbus sheds his yellow rays,
And thrushes pipe their evening song.
On Summer's eve, these shades among;
While Phœbus sheds his yellow rays,
And thrushes pipe their evening song.
From pathless woods, from Indian plains,
From shores where exil'd Britons rove;
Arabia's rich luxuriant scene,
And Otaheite's ambrosial grove.
From shores where exil'd Britons rove;
Arabia's rich luxuriant scene,
And Otaheite's ambrosial grove.
Unnumber'd plants and shrubb'ry sweet,
Adorning still the circling year;
Whose names the Muse can ne'er repeat,
Display their mingling blossoms here.
Adorning still the circling year;
Whose names the Muse can ne'er repeat,
Display their mingling blossoms here.
Here broad catalpas rear their head,
And pour their purple blooms profuse:
Here rich magnolias whitening spread,
And droop with balm-distilling dew.
And pour their purple blooms profuse:
Here rich magnolias whitening spread,
And droop with balm-distilling dew.
The crown imperial here behold,
Its orange circlet topp'd with green;
Not gain'd by slaughter or by gold,
Nor drop of blood, nor thorn within.
Its orange circlet topp'd with green;
Not gain'd by slaughter or by gold,
Nor drop of blood, nor thorn within.
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The downy peach, and clustering vine,
And yellow pears, a bending load;
In mingling groups around entwine,
And strew with fruit the pebbly road.
And yellow pears, a bending load;
In mingling groups around entwine,
And strew with fruit the pebbly road.
Here tulips rise in dazzling glow,
Whose tints arrest the ravish'd eye;
Here laurels bloom, and roses blow,
And pinks in rich profusion lie.
Whose tints arrest the ravish'd eye;
Here laurels bloom, and roses blow,
And pinks in rich profusion lie.
The genius of this charming scene,
From early dawn till close of day;
Still busy here and there is seen,
To plant, remove, or prune away.
From early dawn till close of day;
Still busy here and there is seen,
To plant, remove, or prune away.
To science, peace, and virtue dear,
And dear to all their noble friends;
Tho' hid in low retirement here,
His generous heart for all expands.
And dear to all their noble friends;
Tho' hid in low retirement here,
His generous heart for all expands.
No little herb, or bush, or flower,
That spreads its foliage to the day;
From snowdrops born in wintry hour,
Through Flora's whole creation gay.
That spreads its foliage to the day;
From snowdrops born in wintry hour,
Through Flora's whole creation gay.
But well to him they all are known,
Their names, their character, and race;
Their virtues when each bloom is gone,
Their fav'rite home, their native place.
Their names, their character, and race;
Their virtues when each bloom is gone,
Their fav'rite home, their native place.
For them thro' Georgia's sultry clime,
And Florida's sequester'd shore;
Their streams, dark woods, and cliffs sublime,
His dangerous way he did explore.
And Florida's sequester'd shore;
Their streams, dark woods, and cliffs sublime,
His dangerous way he did explore.
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And here their blooming tribes he tends,
And tho' revolving Winters reign,
Still Spring returns him back his friends,
His shades and blossom'd bowers again.
And tho' revolving Winters reign,
Still Spring returns him back his friends,
His shades and blossom'd bowers again.
One flower, one sweet and faithful flower,
Worth all the blossom'd wilds can give;
Forsakes him not tho' seasons lour,
Tho' Winter's roaring tempests rave,
Worth all the blossom'd wilds can give;
Forsakes him not tho' seasons lour,
Tho' Winter's roaring tempests rave,
But still with gentlest look and air,
Befriends his now declining years;
By every kind officious care,
That Virtue's lovely self endears.
Befriends his now declining years;
By every kind officious care,
That Virtue's lovely self endears.
When Science calls, or books invite,
Her eyes the waste of age supply;
Detail their pages with delight,
Her dearest uncle list'ning by.
Her eyes the waste of age supply;
Detail their pages with delight,
Her dearest uncle list'ning by.
When sorrows press, for who are free?
Her generous heart the load sustains;
In sickness none so kind as she,
To soothe and to assuage his pains.
Her generous heart the load sustains;
In sickness none so kind as she,
To soothe and to assuage his pains.
Thus twines the honeysuckle sweet,
Around some trunk decay'd and bare;
Thus angels on the pious wait,
To banish each distressing care.
Around some trunk decay'd and bare;
Thus angels on the pious wait,
To banish each distressing care.
O, happy he who slowly strays,
On Summer's eve these shades among;
While Phœbus sheds his yellow rays,
And thrushes pipe their evening song.
On Summer's eve these shades among;
While Phœbus sheds his yellow rays,
And thrushes pipe their evening song.
But happier he, supremely blest,
Beyond what proudest peers have known;
Who finds a friend in Anna's breast,
And calls that lovely plant his own.
Beyond what proudest peers have known;
Who finds a friend in Anna's breast,
And calls that lovely plant his own.
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The angry storms of awful Fate,
Around my little bark may roar;
May drive me from this dear retreat,
A wanderer on a distant shore.
Around my little bark may roar;
May drive me from this dear retreat,
A wanderer on a distant shore.
But while Remembrance' power remains,
Their rosy bowers shall bless my view;
Sweet shades of peace! on foreign plains,
I'll sigh and shed a tear for yon.
Their rosy bowers shall bless my view;
Sweet shades of peace! on foreign plains,
I'll sigh and shed a tear for yon.
Gray's Ferry, Aug. 10, 1804.
A. W---n.
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