. Spring . extinct; and she alone,Heard, felt, and seen, possesses every thought,Fills every sense, and pants in every are but formal dulness, tedious friends ;And sad amid the social band he sits,Lonely and unattentive. From the tongue83 2Tf)c Reasons. The unfinished period falls: while borne swelling thought, his wafted spirit fliesTo the vain bosom of his distant fair;And leaves the semblance of a lover, fixedIn melancholy site, with head declined,And love-dejected eyes. Sudden he starts,Shook from his tender trance, and, restless, runsTo glimmering shades and sympathetic
. Spring . extinct; and she alone,Heard, felt, and seen, possesses every thought,Fills every sense, and pants in every are but formal dulness, tedious friends ;And sad amid the social band he sits,Lonely and unattentive. From the tongue83 2Tf)c Reasons. The unfinished period falls: while borne swelling thought, his wafted spirit fliesTo the vain bosom of his distant fair;And leaves the semblance of a lover, fixedIn melancholy site, with head declined,And love-dejected eyes. Sudden he starts,Shook from his tender trance, and, restless, runsTo glimmering shades and sympathetic glooms,Where the dun umbrage oer the falling , hangs ; there through the pensive duskStrays, in heart-thrilling meditation lost,Indulging all to love : or on the bankThrown, amid drooping lilies, swells the breezeWith sighs unceasing, and the brook with in soft anguish he consumes the day,Nor quits his deep retirement, till the moonPeeps through the chambers of the fleecy east, 84. Spring. Enlightened by degrees, and in her trainLeads on the gentle hours; then forth he walks,Beneath the trembling languish of her softened soul, and wooes the bird of eveTo mingle woes with his ; or, while the worldAnd all the sons of care lie hushed in sleep,Associates with the midnight shadows drear;And, sighing to the lonely taper, poursHis idly-tortured heart into the pageMeant for the moving messenger of love ;Where rapture burns on rapture, every lineWith rising frenzy fired. But if on bedDelirious flung, sleep from his pillow night he tosses, nor the balmy powerIn any posture finds; till the gray mornLifts her pale lustre on the paler wretch,Examinate by love : and then perhapsExhausted nature sinks awhile to rest,Still interrupted by distracted dreams,That o1er the sick imagination in black colours paint the mimic with the enchantress of his soul he talks;87 flTfjc Reasons. Sometimes in crowds distressed ; or, if retiredTo s
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