Miscellanies (1785) | ||
So when some oak, that long supreme hath stood,
The stately monarch of th' imperial wood,
Whose arms superior shed a verdure round,
And shadow'd wide beneath, th' umbrageous ground,
Long time we view its top impierce the skies,
Its broad leaf flourish, and its branches rise,
Long time we gaze upon the glowing sight,
And eye with wonder its majestic height,
Till time, impatient for its destin'd prey,
Full at the root directs the blow,
And down it drops below;
The mighty ruin, of the groaning plain.
The stately monarch of th' imperial wood,
Whose arms superior shed a verdure round,
And shadow'd wide beneath, th' umbrageous ground,
Long time we view its top impierce the skies,
Its broad leaf flourish, and its branches rise,
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And eye with wonder its majestic height,
Till time, impatient for its destin'd prey,
Full at the root directs the blow,
And down it drops below;
The mighty ruin, of the groaning plain.
Miscellanies (1785) | ||