Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . ll-involving stormSwept up, the whole continuous wilds arise;And by their noonday fount dejected sunk at night in sad disastrous sleep,Beneath descending hills, the caravanIs buried deep. In Cairos crowded streetsThe impatient merchant, wondering, waits in vain,And Mecca saddens at the long delay. THE INUNDATION From ?—Autumn DEFEATING oft the labors of the sultry south collects a potent first the groves are scarcely seen to stirTheir trembling tops, and a still murmur runsAlong the soft-inclining fields o
Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . ll-involving stormSwept up, the whole continuous wilds arise;And by their noonday fount dejected sunk at night in sad disastrous sleep,Beneath descending hills, the caravanIs buried deep. In Cairos crowded streetsThe impatient merchant, wondering, waits in vain,And Mecca saddens at the long delay. THE INUNDATION From ?—Autumn DEFEATING oft the labors of the sultry south collects a potent first the groves are scarcely seen to stirTheir trembling tops, and a still murmur runsAlong the soft-inclining fields of corn;But as the aerial tempest fuller swells,And in one mighty stream, invisible,Immense, the whole excited atmosphereImpetuous rushes oer the sounding to the root, the stooping forest poursA rustling shower of yet untimely , the circling mountains eddy in,From the bare wild, the dissipated send it in a torrent down the and naked to its utmost rage, \ !? ,».n«-«** r\ys>. _1-«E. THE FIRST SNOW. Photogravure from a painting by Matifas. The cherished fieldsPut on their winter robe of purest brightness all; save where the new snow meltsAlong the mazy current. Low the woodsBow their hoar head* and pre the languid sunFaint from the west emits his evening ray,Earths universal face, deep-hid and chill,Is one wild dazzling waste that buries wideThe works of man. JAMES THOMSON 14^ 5 7 Through all the sea of harvest rolling round, The billowy plain floats wide; nor can evade, Though pliant to the blast, its seizing force — Or whirled in air, or into vacant chaff Shook waste. And sometimes too a burst of rain, Swept from the black horizon, broad, descends In one continuous flood. Still overhead The mingling tempest weaves its gloom, and still The deluge deepens; till the fields around Lie sunk and flatted in the sordid wave. Sudden, the ditches swell; the meadows swim. Red, from the hills, innumerable streams Tumu
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