A gallery of famous English and American poets . rude noise insults the listening ear;Nought but soft zephyrs whispering .through the trees,Or the still humming of the painful bees;The gentle murmurs of a purling rill,Or the unwearied chirping of the drill;The charming harmony of warbling birds,Or hollow lowings of the grazing herds;The murmuring stockdoves melancholy they their lov6d mates lament or woo;The pleasing bleatings of the tender the indistinct mumling of their dams;The musical discord of chiding hounds,Whereto the echoing hill or rock resounds ;The rural mournful
A gallery of famous English and American poets . rude noise insults the listening ear;Nought but soft zephyrs whispering .through the trees,Or the still humming of the painful bees;The gentle murmurs of a purling rill,Or the unwearied chirping of the drill;The charming harmony of warbling birds,Or hollow lowings of the grazing herds;The murmuring stockdoves melancholy they their lov6d mates lament or woo;The pleasing bleatings of the tender the indistinct mumling of their dams;The musical discord of chiding hounds,Whereto the echoing hill or rock resounds ;The rural mournful songs of lovesick they soothe their raging amorous pains;The whistling music of the lagging does the strength of drooping beasts renew. And as the country rings with pleasant with delightful prospects it abounds :Tlirough every season of the sliding tlie ravished sight new scenes appear. ill the sweet Spring the suns prolific rayDoes painted flowers to tlie mild air display; ON A COUNTRY LIFE. 41. Then opening buds, then tender herbs, are seen,And the bare fields are all arrayed in green. In ripening Summer, the full laden valesGive prospect of employment for the flails;Each breath of wind the bearded groves makes bend,Which seems the fatal sickle to portend. In Autumn, that repays the laborers sweep down the honors of the plains. Anon black Winter, from the fi-ozen north, Its treasuries of snow and hail pours forth; Then stormy winds blow through the hazy sky, In desolation Nature seems to lie, 11 42 THOMSON. The unstained snow from tlie full clouds descends, Whose sparkling lustre open eyes offends ; In maiden white the glittering fields do shine ; Then bleating flocks for want of food repine, With withered eyes they see all snow around, And with their fore-feet paw and scrape the ground They cheerfully crop the insipid grass. The shepherds sighing cry, Alas! alas! Then pinching want the wildest beast does tame ; T
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