The peripatetic or, Sketches of the heart, of nature and society; In a series of politico-sentimental journals, in verse and prose, of the eccentric excursions of Sylvanus Theophrastus; Supposed to be written by himself [by John Thelwall] |
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[For sweet, when Morning streaks the vernal sky] |
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[For sweet, when Morning streaks the vernal sky]
For sweet, when Morning streaks the vernal sky,
To quit the oblivious couch of dull repose,
Mark in light troops the scatter'd shadows fly,
And all the azure pomps of heav'n disclose;
To quit the oblivious couch of dull repose,
Mark in light troops the scatter'd shadows fly,
And all the azure pomps of heav'n disclose;
And sweet to hear from ev'ry dripping thorn,
(Whose dew-drops glitter in the early ray,)
Or high in air, on russet pinions borne,
The joyous song that hails returning day!
(Whose dew-drops glitter in the early ray,)
Or high in air, on russet pinions borne,
The joyous song that hails returning day!
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And sweet, ascending to the verdant brow
Of some proud hill, to cast the eye around
O'er reeking vales and meadows stretch'd below,
That seem like lakes—in teeming vapour drown'd!
Of some proud hill, to cast the eye around
O'er reeking vales and meadows stretch'd below,
That seem like lakes—in teeming vapour drown'd!
But ah! nor vernal sky, nor blushing dawn,
Nor scatt'ring clouds, nor azure vault on high,
Nor linnet warbling from the glittering thorn,
Nor soaring lark that wakes the strain of joy;
Nor scatt'ring clouds, nor azure vault on high,
Nor linnet warbling from the glittering thorn,
Nor soaring lark that wakes the strain of joy;
No; nor the prospect from the swelling height
Of reeking valleys spread like lakes below,
Nor all the pleasures of the ravish'd sight
Like friendly Converse wake the raptur'd glow!
Of reeking valleys spread like lakes below,
Nor all the pleasures of the ravish'd sight
Like friendly Converse wake the raptur'd glow!
This the true Hermes who, with feather'd heel,
Flits unfatigued along the lengthen'd way,
And bears the wand of Science, to reveal
Whate'er of Wisdom in the path may lay.
Flits unfatigued along the lengthen'd way,
And bears the wand of Science, to reveal
Whate'er of Wisdom in the path may lay.
Then Friendship come, and with thy soothing lore
New charms o'er every vernal scene diffuse,
The landscape gild, the human heart explore,
And prompt the fervours of a moral muse!
New charms o'er every vernal scene diffuse,
The landscape gild, the human heart explore,
And prompt the fervours of a moral muse!
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