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The EXCURSION.
Happy thrice the harmless swain,
Tenant of the peaceful plain,
Far from business, noise and strife,
Blest with ev'ry sweet of life;
Far from all the toil of state,
All oppressions of the great;
Dancing blithe his nymph he leads
O'er the carpet of the meads;
While his neighbour's pipe or horn
Lulls the night or cheers the morn:
Healthy joy from labour springs,
Healthy joy the wish of Kings.
Tenant of the peaceful plain,
Far from business, noise and strife,
Blest with ev'ry sweet of life;
Far from all the toil of state,
All oppressions of the great;
Dancing blithe his nymph he leads
O'er the carpet of the meads;
While his neighbour's pipe or horn
Lulls the night or cheers the morn:
Healthy joy from labour springs,
Healthy joy the wish of Kings.
Here Providence in bounty flows,
And joys on ev'ry sense bestows;
Here earth affords her kind increase,
With virtue gain'd, enjoy'd in peace;
The harvest rich, the fruitage fair,
Repay the cultivator's care.
And joys on ev'ry sense bestows;
Here earth affords her kind increase,
With virtue gain'd, enjoy'd in peace;
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Repay the cultivator's care.
Hills where sportive lambkins stray,
Flocks that fleecy tribute pay;
Crystal streams whose murmuring rills
Stray between the flow'ry hills,
Meeting from a hundred dells,
Till the foaming river swells,
Swells beyond restraint, and laves
Happy lands with welcome waves;
While the crystal of the floods
Mocks the waving of the woods.
Flocks that fleecy tribute pay;
Crystal streams whose murmuring rills
Stray between the flow'ry hills,
Meeting from a hundred dells,
Till the foaming river swells,
Swells beyond restraint, and laves
Happy lands with welcome waves;
While the crystal of the floods
Mocks the waving of the woods.
Here flow'rs in sweet confusion strown,
O'er the verdant mead are blown;
Narcissus, near the rivers fair,
Smiles at itself reflected there:
Sad emblem of that lover's pride,
Who for himself too fondly died.
The crowfoot here with golden hue,
The cowslips sweet, the violets blue,
The blushing pinks, and lilies pale,
Like virgins fair, like virgins frail;
Soft daffodils of early bloom,
And daisies fearful of the gloom.
O'er the verdant mead are blown;
Narcissus, near the rivers fair,
Smiles at itself reflected there:
Sad emblem of that lover's pride,
Who for himself too fondly died.
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The cowslips sweet, the violets blue,
The blushing pinks, and lilies pale,
Like virgins fair, like virgins frail;
Soft daffodils of early bloom,
And daisies fearful of the gloom.
But ah, those beauties soon must fall,
The ruthless scythe which levels all,
Must sweep their harmless sweets away,
And give their colours to decay.
The ruthless scythe which levels all,
Must sweep their harmless sweets away,
And give their colours to decay.
Here lofty groves invade the sky,
And all the tempest's rage defy;
The solid oak that awes the main,
The spreading elm of coarser grain,
Th'elastick eugh, whose distant wound
With England's rivals heap'd the ground;
The stubborn holly rough and bold,
That spreads her verdure to the cold,
And boasts her berries fair and ripe,
Beneath December's icy gripe.
All, all destruction's power shall feel,
And fall before the fatal steel.
See this, ye fair, ye wise, ye brave,
And sink together in the grave.
And all the tempest's rage defy;
The solid oak that awes the main,
The spreading elm of coarser grain,
Th'elastick eugh, whose distant wound
With England's rivals heap'd the ground;
The stubborn holly rough and bold,
That spreads her verdure to the cold,
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Beneath December's icy gripe.
All, all destruction's power shall feel,
And fall before the fatal steel.
See this, ye fair, ye wise, ye brave,
And sink together in the grave.
The squirrel climbs the nut tree bough,
And strips the clusters as they grow;
The little mouse with humbler hope
Tastes nature's bounties as they drop.
And strips the clusters as they grow;
The little mouse with humbler hope
Tastes nature's bounties as they drop.
See all the feather'd warblers sing,
To welcome the returning spring;
The blackbird, linnet, finch, and thrush,
Pour out their songs from ev'ry bush;
The tuneful lark, whose tow'ring flight
Fatigues the disappointed sight;
These little songsters mounted high,
Harmonious carrol to the sky:
To heaven their tuneful off'ring pay,
And seem to hail the new-born day!
To welcome the returning spring;
The blackbird, linnet, finch, and thrush,
Pour out their songs from ev'ry bush;
The tuneful lark, whose tow'ring flight
Fatigues the disappointed sight;
These little songsters mounted high,
Harmonious carrol to the sky:
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And seem to hail the new-born day!
Sweet bird! instructed by thy lays,
Can man forget his Maker's praise?
Reviving from the shades of night,
Can he behold, th'all-quick'ning light,
Can he unclose his sluggish eyes,
Nor send one rapture to the skies.
Can man forget his Maker's praise?
Reviving from the shades of night,
Can he behold, th'all-quick'ning light,
Can he unclose his sluggish eyes,
Nor send one rapture to the skies.
At eve, in softly mournful strains,
The love-lorn nightingale complains;
While as it strains its little throat,
Pleas'd Echo dwells on every note,
And sighs to hear the plaintive moan,
And grief expressive of her own.
The love-lorn nightingale complains;
While as it strains its little throat,
Pleas'd Echo dwells on every note,
And sighs to hear the plaintive moan,
And grief expressive of her own.
How blest, my soul, how blest are those
Who pass a life in such repose;
Who still in rural shades abide,
Where all their hours thus smoothly glide;
Whose humble aims no higher tend,
Than to enjoy a book and friend;
Whom anxious projects near molest,
Nor war nor love disturb their rest;
Who form no wish of rising higher,
But learn betimes to check desire;
Whose happy and yet humble state
Provokes no threat'ning frowns of fate:
So humble shrubs in safety grow,
When storms the lofty pine o'erthrow.
Who pass a life in such repose;
Who still in rural shades abide,
Where all their hours thus smoothly glide;
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Than to enjoy a book and friend;
Whom anxious projects near molest,
Nor war nor love disturb their rest;
Who form no wish of rising higher,
But learn betimes to check desire;
Whose happy and yet humble state
Provokes no threat'ning frowns of fate:
So humble shrubs in safety grow,
When storms the lofty pine o'erthrow.
O hear, ye Pow'rs, a suppliant's voice,
Indulge my wish, approve my choice!
O grant me, wheresoe'er ye please,
A life of privacy and ease;
No more those pleasures to pursue,
Which Fancy paints to Folly's view;
Nor falsely fond, nor idly gay,
To waste the fashionable day;
No more with craving heart to go,
From toy to toy, from show to show;
All day to counterfeit delight,
And long, to end the cheat, for night.
Indulge my wish, approve my choice!
O grant me, wheresoe'er ye please,
A life of privacy and ease;
No more those pleasures to pursue,
Which Fancy paints to Folly's view;
Nor falsely fond, nor idly gay,
To waste the fashionable day;
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From toy to toy, from show to show;
All day to counterfeit delight,
And long, to end the cheat, for night.
Afford me pleasures more serene;
Give me to range the sylvan scene,
Where Ceres full-ear'd sheaves abound,
And Flora paints th'enamel'd ground;
To feel, from every pressure free,
The joys of truth and poetry;
Let contemplation string my lyre,
And zeal supply poetick fire;
Then let me Nature's wonders sing,
And praise the power of Nature's King;
While as by chance I turn my sight,
New objects strike with new delight;
Till fresh ideas hourly spring,
And urge Imagination's wing.
Give me to range the sylvan scene,
Where Ceres full-ear'd sheaves abound,
And Flora paints th'enamel'd ground;
To feel, from every pressure free,
The joys of truth and poetry;
Let contemplation string my lyre,
And zeal supply poetick fire;
Then let me Nature's wonders sing,
And praise the power of Nature's King;
While as by chance I turn my sight,
New objects strike with new delight;
Till fresh ideas hourly spring,
And urge Imagination's wing.
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Here knowledge quick'ned by delight
Shall rouse the soul to vig'rous flight:
Rapt with the thought, methinks I rise
To meditate my kindred skies;
At once the past and present view,
Compare the former with the new;
Survey the world from pole to pole,
Join clime to clime, and grasp the whole;
To each effect the cause conjoin,
And trace th'Original divine;
Awaken'd hope directs my way,
Thro' all the spacious realms of day;
Views the resplendent courts above,
Blest mansion of seraphick love!
Refulgent throne of pow'r divine,
Where calm celestial splendors shine;
Whence beams of emanating light,
From nature chase retiring night.
Quick to my breast new beauties rise,
I pant to range my native skies;
But here encumber'd with her clay,
My soul must wait the final day;
And now but short excursions make,
And joys thro' long perspectives take;
Such joys as virtuous souls improve,
And heighten wonder into love.
Shall rouse the soul to vig'rous flight:
Rapt with the thought, methinks I rise
To meditate my kindred skies;
At once the past and present view,
Compare the former with the new;
Survey the world from pole to pole,
Join clime to clime, and grasp the whole;
To each effect the cause conjoin,
And trace th'Original divine;
Awaken'd hope directs my way,
Thro' all the spacious realms of day;
Views the resplendent courts above,
Blest mansion of seraphick love!
Refulgent throne of pow'r divine,
Where calm celestial splendors shine;
Whence beams of emanating light,
From nature chase retiring night.
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I pant to range my native skies;
But here encumber'd with her clay,
My soul must wait the final day;
And now but short excursions make,
And joys thro' long perspectives take;
Such joys as virtuous souls improve,
And heighten wonder into love.
Then fill'd with rev'rence and delight,
Back to the world I take my flight;
Back to my much-lov'd groves again,
Where honest joys alternate reign;
Where thro' creation's mighty round,
Unnumber'd miracles abound,
And, form'd instruction to convey,
Th'Almighty Father's power display;
Amaz'd I view the splendid dye
Of this enamel'd butterfly,
Amaz'd each reptile insect see,
Each blest with life as well as we.
Wherever we direct our eyes
Ten thousand various forms arise;
On each a life of diff'rent mode
By boundless Providence bestow'd;
From small to less, from high to higher,
Till reason, sense, and fancy tire;
While all in due proportion shine,
To prove th'economy divine.
Back to the world I take my flight;
Back to my much-lov'd groves again,
Where honest joys alternate reign;
Where thro' creation's mighty round,
Unnumber'd miracles abound,
And, form'd instruction to convey,
Th'Almighty Father's power display;
Amaz'd I view the splendid dye
Of this enamel'd butterfly,
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Each blest with life as well as we.
Wherever we direct our eyes
Ten thousand various forms arise;
On each a life of diff'rent mode
By boundless Providence bestow'd;
From small to less, from high to higher,
Till reason, sense, and fancy tire;
While all in due proportion shine,
To prove th'economy divine.
With serious joy th'enlighten'd soul
Surveys a part, admires the whole;
Nor always silently surveys,
But, fir'd by gratitude to praise,
In holy confidence is blest,
And calmly waits eternal rest.
Surveys a part, admires the whole;
Nor always silently surveys,
But, fir'd by gratitude to praise,
In holy confidence is blest,
And calmly waits eternal rest.
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