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Silent nymph, with curious eye! Who, the purple ev’ning, lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man, Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sigs; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale ; Come with all thy various hues, Come, and aid thy sister Muse; Now while Phoebus riding high Gives lustre to the land and sky! Grongar Hill invites my song, Draw the Landscape bright and strong; Grongar, in whose mossy cells Sweetly musing Quiet dwells ; Grongar, in whose silent shade, For the modest Muses made, So oft I have, the even still, At the fountain of a rill, Sat upon the flow'ry bed, With my hand beneath my head;
And stray'd my eyes o'er Towy's flood,..
Over mead and over wood,
From house to house, from hill to hill,
Till contemplation had her fill.
About his chequer'd sides I wind,
And leave his brooks and meads behind,
And groves, and grottoes where I lay,
And vistas shooting beams of day:
Wider and wider spreads the vale ;
As circles on a smooth canal:
The mountains round, (unhappy fate,
Sooner or later, of all height !)
Withdraw their summits from the skies,
And lessen as the others rise :
Still the prospect wider spreads,
Adds a thousand woods and meads,
Still it widens, widens still,
And sinks the newly risen hill.
Now, I gain the mountain's brow,
What a landscape ljes below!
No clouds, no vapours intervene,
But the gay, the open scene.
Does the face of nature show,
In all the hues of heav'n's bow !
And, swelling to embrace the light,
Spreads arourid beneath the sight..
Old castles on the cliffs arise,
Proudly tow'ring in the skies!
Rushing from the woods, the spires
Seem from hence ascending fires !
Half bis beams Apollo sheds
On the yellow mountain-heads !
Gilds the fleeces of the flocks;
And glitters on the broken rocks !
Below me trees unnumber'd rise, Beautiful in various dyes: The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The yellow beech, the sable yew, The slender fir, that taper grows, . The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs. And beyond the purple grove, Haunt of Phillis, queen of love! Gaudy as the op'ning dawn, Lies a long and level lawn, On which a dark hill, steep and high, Holds and charms the wand'ring eye! Deep are his feet in Towy's flond, His sides are cloath'd with waving wood,
And ancient tow'rs crown his brow,
That cast an awful look below;
Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps,
And with her arms from falling keeps ;
So both a safety from the windinis
On mutual dependence find.
'Tis now the raven’s bleak abode ;
'Tis now th' apartment of the toad;
And there the fox securely feeds ;
And there the pois'nous adder breeds,
Conceald in ruins, moss, and weeds ;
While, ever and anon, there falls
Huge heaps of hoary moulder'd walls.
Yet time has seen, that lifts the low, .
And level lays the lofty brow,
Has seen this broken pile complete,
Big with the vanity of state ;. ;
But transient is the smile of fate!
A little rule, a little sway, .
A sun-beam in a winter's day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave.
And see the rivers how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun,
Sometimes swift, sometimes slow,
Wave succeeding wave, they go
A various journey to the deep,
Like human life to endless sleep!
Thus is Nature's vesture wrought,
To instruct our wand'ring thought;
Thus she dresses green and gay,
To disperse our cares away.
Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view!
The fountain's fall, the river's flow,
The woody rallies, warm and low;
The windy summit, wild and high,
Roughly rushing on the sky!
The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tow'r,
The naked rock, the shady bow'r;
The town and village, dome and farm,
Each give each a double charm,
As pearls upon an Æthiop's arm.
See on the mountain's southern side,
Where the prospect opens wide,
Where the ev'ning gilds the tide ;
How close and small the hedges lie! .
What streaks of meadows cross the eye!