A hoary mist, and forms a ceafeless shower. 600 605 INVITED from the cliff, to whofe dark brow Struck from his fide by favage fowler's guile, BESIDE the dewy border let me fit, 610 615 620 All in the freshness of the humid air; There in that hollowed rock, grotesque and wild, An ample chair moss-lin'd, and over head 625 By By flowering umbrage fhaded; where the bee Now, while I taste the sweetness of the shade, SEE, how at once the bright-effulgent fun, 635 Rifing direct, fwift chases from the sky The short-liv'd twilight; and with ardent blaze He mounts his throne; but kind before him sends, * The general Breeze, to mitigate his fire, 640 And breathe refreshment on a fainting world. Great are the scenes, with dreadful beauty crown'd And barbarous wealth, that fee, each circling year, Returning funs and † double feafons pass: 645 Rocks rich in gems, and mountains big with mines,. That on the high equator ridgy rife, *Which blows conftantly between the tropics from the east, or the collateral points, the north-east and fouth-east: caused by the preffure of the rarefied air on that before it, according to the diurnal motion of the fun from eaft to west. In all climates between the tropics, the fun, as he paffes and repaffes in his annual motion, is twice a-year vertical, which produces this effect. Whence Whence many a bursting stream auriferous plays : Stage above stage, high waving o'er the hills; 650 Or to the far horizon wide diffus'd, A boundless deep immensity of shade. Here lofty trees, to ancient fong unknown, The noble fons of potent heat and floods 654 Prone-rushing from the clouds, rear high to Heaven Their thorny stems, and broad around them throw Meridian gloom. Here, in eternal prime, Unnumber'd fruits of keen delicious tafte And vital fpirit, drink amid the cliffs, And burning fands that bank the shrubby vales, 660 Redoubled day, yet in their rugged coats. A friendly juice to cool its rage contain. BEAR me, Pomona! to thy citron groves; To where the lemon and the piercing lime, Or thrown at gayer ease, on some fair brow, 675 Oftretch'd O ftretch'd amid these orchards of the fun, The poets imag'd in the golden age: 685 Spread thy ambrofial ftores, and feast with Jove! FROM these the profpect varies. Plains immense Lie ftretch'd below, interminable meads, And vaft favannahs, where the wandering eye, Another Flora there, of bolder hues, 691 And richer sweets, beyond our garden's pride, 695 ALONG these lonely regions, where retir'd, From little scenes of art, great Nature dwells 705 In awful folitude, and nought is feen He fearless walks the plain, or seeks the hills; 715 720 PEACEFUL, beneath primeval trees, that caft Their ample shade o'er Niger's yellow stream, And where the Ganges rolls his facred wave; Or mid the central depth of blackening woods, High-rais'd in folemn theatre around, Leans the huge elephant: wifest of brutes! O truly wife! with gentle might endow'd, Tho' powerful, not destructive! Here he sees Revolving ages fweep the changeful earth, And empires rife and fall; regardless he Of what the never-resting race of Men Project thrice happy! could he 'fcape their guile, Who mine, from cruel avarice, his steps; Or with his towery grandeur fwell their state, * The Hippopotamus, or river-horse. VOL. I. 725 The |