. Spring . field, and darkening heath villages embosomed soft in trees,And spiry towns by surging columns markedOf household smoke, your eye excursive roams ;Wide-stretching from the hall in whose kind hauntThe hospitable genius lingers still,To where the broken landscape, by degreesAscending, roughens into rigid hills;Cer which the Cambrian mountains, like far cloudsThat skirt the blue horizon, dusky, rise. Mushed by the spirit of the genial year,Now from the virgins cheek a fresher bloomShoots, less and less, the live carnation round ;Her lips blush deeper sweets ; she breathes
. Spring . field, and darkening heath villages embosomed soft in trees,And spiry towns by surging columns markedOf household smoke, your eye excursive roams ;Wide-stretching from the hall in whose kind hauntThe hospitable genius lingers still,To where the broken landscape, by degreesAscending, roughens into rigid hills;Cer which the Cambrian mountains, like far cloudsThat skirt the blue horizon, dusky, rise. Mushed by the spirit of the genial year,Now from the virgins cheek a fresher bloomShoots, less and less, the live carnation round ;Her lips blush deeper sweets ; she breathes of youth ;The shining moisture swells into her eyesIn brighter flow; her wishing bosom heaves,With palpitations wild ; kind tumults seize80 spring. Her veins, and all her yielding soul is the keen gaze her lover turns away,Full of the dear eestatie power, and sickWith sighing languishment. Ah then, fair!Be greatly cautious of your sliding hearts ;Dare not the infectious sigh; the pleadin look, ye. Downcast and low, in meek submission dressed,But full of guile. Let not the fervent tonguePrompt to deceive, with adulation smooth,Gain on your purposed will. Nor in the bower, 81 3Tjjc Seasons. Where woodbines flaunt, and roses shed a couch,While Evening draws her crimson curtains round,Trust your soft minutes with betraying let the aspiring youth beware of the smooth glance beware; for t is too late,When on his heart the torrent-softness wisdom prostrate lies, and fading fameDissolves in air away ; while the fond in gay visions of unreal bliss,Still paints the illusive form, the kindling grace,The inticing smile, the modest-seeming whose beauteous beams, belying Heaven,Lurk searchless cunning, cruelty, and death :And still, false-warbling in his cheated siren voice, enchanting, draws him guileful shores, and meads of fatal joy. Even present, in the very lap of LoveInglorious laid, — while music flows aroun
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