The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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The Dawn of July, 1810.
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The Dawn of July, 1810.
Hail, lovely July! fair and gay,
Thou risest with this holy day;
The radiance of thy infant ray
Betokens gay hilarity.
Thou risest with this holy day;
The radiance of thy infant ray
Betokens gay hilarity.
How sweet to us the rising flush!—
But why that rosy maiden blush,
While from the vale and verdant bush
Distils the melting melody?
But why that rosy maiden blush,
While from the vale and verdant bush
Distils the melting melody?
Is it, because when met thy view
Edina, set 'mid hills of dew,
And spires that bore the welkin blue,
There all was dead serenity;
Edina, set 'mid hills of dew,
And spires that bore the welkin blue,
There all was dead serenity;
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No eye the glorious scene to scan,
When up thy silken veil was drawn,
And broad yon orb of flame began
To mount the green wave's canopy?
When up thy silken veil was drawn,
And broad yon orb of flame began
To mount the green wave's canopy?
But welcome thou, sweet summer's queen!
Arrayed in robes of gaudy green,
With stripes and dazzling gems between,
In richest wild variety.
Arrayed in robes of gaudy green,
With stripes and dazzling gems between,
In richest wild variety.
The hedge-row bends in lines of snow,
Deep blossoms o'er the valleys blow,
And wild-flowers deck the mountain's brow,
In modest sweet simplicity.
Deep blossoms o'er the valleys blow,
And wild-flowers deck the mountain's brow,
In modest sweet simplicity.
Fair harbinger of plenty nigh,
Calm be thy course, and mild thy sky;
That tear that glistens in thine eye
Adds beauty to thy majesty.
Calm be thy course, and mild thy sky;
That tear that glistens in thine eye
Adds beauty to thy majesty.
Yet have I seen on life's lone way,
Its dawn, like thine, as fair and gay;
And all its splendours dashed away
By storms of black adversity!
Its dawn, like thine, as fair and gay;
And all its splendours dashed away
By storms of black adversity!
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