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WINTER.
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Hark, hark, I hear the North Wind roar,See how he riots on the Shoar;
And with expanded Wings out-stretch,
Ruffels the Billows on the Beach.
II
Hark, how the routed Waves complain,And call for Succor to the Main,
Flying the Storm as if they meant
To creep into the Continent.
III
Surely all Æoli's huffing BroodAre met to War against the Flood,
Which seem surpriz'd, and have not yet
Had time his Levies to compleat.
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IV
The beaten Bark her Rudder lost,Is on the rowling Billows tost;
Her Keel now Plows the Ouse, and soon
Her Top-Mast tillts against the Moon.
V
'Tis strange! the Pilot keeps his seat;His bounding Ship does so curvet,
Whilst the poor Passengers are found,
In their own fears already drown'd.
VI
Now Fins do serve for Wings, and bearTheir Scaly Squadrons through the Air;
Whilst the Airs Inhabitants do stain
Their gaudy Plumage in the Main.
VII
Now Stars concealed in Clouds do peepInto the secrets of the deep;
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With Cancer constellations shine.
VIII
Sure Neptune's Watery Kingdoms yetSince first their Corral Graves were wet,
Were ne're disturbed with such alarms;
Nor had such trial of their Arms.
IX
See where a Liquid Mountain rides,Made up of innumerable Tides,
And tumbles headlong to the Strand,
As if the Sea would come to Land.
X
A Sail, a Sail, I plainly spy,Betwixt the Ocean and the Sky,
An Argosy, a tall built Ship,
With all her Pregnant Sailers a-trip.
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XI
Nearer, and nearer, she makes way,With Canvis Wings into the Bay;
And now upon the Deck appears
A croud of busy Mariners.
XII
Methinks I hear the Cordage crack,With furrowing Neptune's foaming Back,
Who wounded, and revengeful roars
His Fury to the neighb'ring Shoars.
XIII
With massy trident high, he heavesHer sliding Keel above the Waves,
Opening his Liquid Arms to take
The bold invader in his wrack.
XIV
See how she dives into his Chest,Whilst raising up his floating Brest
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Out of the reach of his surprize.
XV
Nearer she comes, and still doth sweepThe Azure Surface of the deep,
And now at last the Waves have thrown
Their Rider on our ALBION.
XVI
Under the Black cliff, spumy base,The Sea-sick Hulk her fraight displays,
And as she walloweth on the Sand,
Vomits her burthen to the Land.
XVII
With Heads erect, and plying Oar,The Ship-wrack'd Mates make to the Shoar;
And dreadless of their danger, climb
The floating Mountains of the brine.
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XVIII
Hark, hark, the noise, their Eccho makeThe Islands Silver Waves to shake;
Sure with these throws, the lab'ring Main
'S delivered of a Hurricane.
XIX
And see the Seas becalm'd behind,Not crispt with any breeze of Wind;
The Tempest has forsook the Waves,
And on Land begins his braves.
XX
Hark, hark, their Voices higher rise,They tear the Welkin with their Cries;
The very Rocks their fury feel,
And like Sick Drunkards nod, and reel.
XXI
Louder, and louder, still they come,Niles Cataracts to these are dumb;
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Whose Anvils shake the burning Hill.
XXII
Were all the Stars enlightned Skies,As full of Ears as sparkling Eyes;
This rattle in the Christal Hall,
Would be enough to deaf them all.
XXIII
What monstrous Race is hither tost,Thus to Alarm our British Coast;
With Outcries, such as never yet
War, or Confusion could beget.
XXIV
Oh! now I know them let us home,Our Mortal Enemy is come,
Winter and all his blust'ring train,
Have made a voyage o're the Main.
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XXV
Vanisht the Countrys of the Sun,The Fugitive is hither run,
To ravish from our fruitful Fields
All that the teeming Season yields.
XXVI
Like an Invader, not a Guest,He comes to Riot, not to Feast;
And in wild fury overthrows,
Whatever does his march oppose,
XXVII
With bleak and with congealing Winds,The Earth in shining Chains he binds;
And still as he doth farther pass,
Quarries his way with Liquid Glass.
XXVIII
Hark, how the blusterors of the Bear,Their Gibbouse Cheeks in triumph tear,
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The entry of their Palsy'd King.
XXIX
The Squadron nearest to your Eye,Is his Forlorn of Infantry,
Bow-men of unrelenting Minds,
Whose Shafts are Feathered with the Winds.
XXX
Now you may see his Van-guard riseAbove the Earthy Precipice,
Bold Horse on bleakest Mountains bred,
With Hail instead of Provend fed.
XXXI
Their Launces are the pointed Locks,Torn from the Brows of Frozen Rocks,
Their Shields are Chrystals as their Swords,
The Steel the rusted Rock affords.
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XXXII
See the main Body now appears,And hark the Æolian Trupetters,
By their Hoarse Levets do declare,
That the bold General Rides there.
XXXIII
And look where Mantled up in White,He sleads it like the Muscovite;
I know him by the Port he bears,
And his Life-guard of Mountaineers.
XXXIV
Their Caps are Fur'd with Hoary Frost,The Bravery their cold Kingdom boasts;
Their spungy Plads are Milk White Frieze,
Spun from the Snowy Mountains Fleece.
XXXV
Their Partizans are fine carved Glass,Fringed with the Mornings spangled Grass;
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Hang Cimetars of burnisht Ice.
XXXVI
See, see, the Reer-ward now has wonThe Promontories trembling Crown,
Whilst at there numerous Spurs, the Ground
Groans out a hollow murmering sound.
XXXVII
The Forlorn now halts for the Van;The Reer-guard draws up to the Main;
And now they altogether croud
Their Troops into a threatning Cloud.
XXXVIII
Fly, fly; the Foe advances fastInto our Fortress, let us hast
Where all the Roarers of the North
Can neither Storm, nor Starve us forth.
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XXXIX
There under Ground a MagazineOf Sovereign juice is collard in,
Liquor that will the Seige maintain,
Shou'd Phœbus ne're return again.
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Till that, that gives the Poet rage,And thaws the gelly'd Blood of Age;
Matures the Young, restores the Old,
And makes the fainting Coward bold.
XLI
It lays the careful Head to rest,Calms Palpitations in the Breast,
Renders our Lives misfortune Sweet,
And Venus frolick in the Sheet.
XLII
Then let the chill Sciorocco blow,And gird us round with Hills of Snow;
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And make the hollow Mountains roar.
XLIII
Whilst we together jovial sitCareless, and Crown'd with Mirth and Wit;
Where though bleak Winds confine us home,
Our Fancies round the World shall roam.
XLIV
We'll think of all the Friends we know,And Drink to all worth Drinking to:
When having Drunk all thine and mine,
We rather shall want Health than Wine.
LXV
But where Friends fail us, we'll supplyOur friendships with our Charity;
Men that remote in Sorrows live,
Shall by our lusty Brimmers thrive.
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XLVI
We'll Drink the Wanting into Wealth,And those that Languish into Health,
The Afflicted into Joy, th' Opprest
Into Security and Rest.
XLVII
The Worthy in Disgrace shall findFavour return again more kind,
And in restraint who stifled lye,
Shall taste the Air of Liberty.
XLVIII
The Brave shall triumph in Success,The Lovers shall have Mistresses,
Poor unreguarded Virtue Praise,
And the Neglected Poet Baies.
XLIX
Thus shall our Healths do others good,Whilst we our selves do all we wou'd;
For freed from Envy and from Care,
What would we be, but what we are?
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'Tis the plump Grapes Immortal JuiceThat does this happiness produce,
And will preserve us free together,
Maugre mischance, or Wind and Weather.
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Then let Old Winter take his course,And roar abroad till he be hoarse,
And his Lungs crack with Ruthless Ire,
It shall but serve to blow our Fire.
LII
Let him our little Castle ply,With all his loud Artillery,
Whilst Sack and Claret Man the Fort,
His Fury shall become our Sport.
LIII
Or, let him Scotland take, and thereConfine the plotting Presbyter;
His Zeal may Freeze, whilst we kept warm
With Love and Wine, can know no harm.
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