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Ο THOU, whose wisdom, solid yet refin'd, Whose patriot-virtues, and confummate skill To touch the finer springs that move the world, Join'd to whate'er the Graces can bestow,

And all Apollo's animating fire,

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Give thee, with pleasing dignity, to shine
At once the guardian, ornament, and joy,
Of polish'd life; permit the Rural Muse,
O CHESTERFIELD, to grace with thee her fong!

Ere to the shades again she humbly flies,

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Indulge her fond ambition, in thy train, (For every Muse has in thy train a place)

To mark thy various full-accomplish'd mind:
To mark that spirit, which, with British Scorn,

Rejects th' allurements of corrupted power;
That elegant politeness, which excels,
Even in the judgment of presumptuous France,
The boafted manners of her shining court;

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That wit, the vivid energy of sense,

The truth of Nature, which, with Attic point, 675
And kind well-temper'd fatire, smoothly keen,
Steals through the foul, and without pain corrects.
Or, rifing thence with yet a brighter flame,
O let me hail thee on fome glorious day,
When to the liftening senate, ardent, croud
BRITANNIA's sons to hear her pleaded cause.
Then dreft by thee, more amiably fair,

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Truth

Truth the foft robe of mild perfuafion wears :
Thou to affenting reason giv'st again

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Her own enlightened thoughts; call'd from the heart,

Th' obedient passions on thy voice attend;

And even reluctant party feels a while

Thy gracious power: as thro' the varied maze

Of eloquence, now smooth, now quick, now strong, Profound and clear, you roll the copious flood. 690

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To thy lov'd haunt return, my happy Muse :
For now, behold, the joyous winter-days,
Frosty, fucceed; and thro' the blue serene,
For fight too fine, th' ethereal nitre flies;
Killing infectious damps, and the spent air
Storing afresh with elemental life.
Close crouds the shining atmosphere; and binds
Our strengthened bodies in its cold embrace,
Conftringent; feeds, and animates our blood;
Refines our spirits, thro' the new-strung nerves, 700
In swifter fallies darting to the brain;
Where fits the foul, intense, collected, cool,
Bright as the skies, and as the season keen.
All Nature feels the renovating force
Of Winter, only to the thoughtless eye
In ruin seen. The frost-concocted glebe
Draws in abundant vegetable soul,

And gathers vigour for the coming year.
A stronger glow fits on the lively cheek

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Of ruddy fire: and luculent along
The purer rivers flow; their fullen deeps,
Transparent, open to the shepherd's gaze,
And murmur hoarfer at the fixing froft.

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WHAT art thou, frost? and whence are thy keen

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Deriv'd, thou secret all-invading power,
Whom even th' illusive fluid cannot fly ?
Is not thy potent energy, unfeen,

Myriads of little salts, or hook'd, or shap'd
Like double wedges, and diffus'd immenfe
Thro' water, earth, and ether? Hence at eve,
Steam'd eager from the red horizon round,
With the fierce rage of Winter deep fuffus'd,
An icy gale, oft shifting, o'er the pool
Breathes a blue film, and in its mid career

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Arrests the bickering stream. The loosened ice, 725
Let down the flood, and half diffolv'd by day,
Rustles no more; but to the sedgy bank
Fast grows, or gathers round the pointed stone,
A crystal pavement, by the breath of heaven
Cemented firm; till, seiz'd from shore to fhore, 730
The whole imprison'd river growls below,
Loud rings the frozen earth, and hard reflects
A double noise; while, at his evening watch,
The village dog deters the nightly thief;
The heifer lows; the distant water-fall
Swells in the breeze; and, with the hafty tread

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Of

Of traveller, the hollow-founding plain

Shakes from afar. The full ethereal round,

Infinite worlds disclosing to the view,

Shines out intensely keen; and, all one cope

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Of starry glitter, glows from pole to pole.

From pole to pole the rigid influence falls,
Thro' the still night, incessant, heavy, strong,
And seizes Nature fast. It freezes on;

Till morn, late-rising o'er the drooping world, 745
Lifts her pale eye unjoyous. Then appears
The various labour of the filent night :
Prone from the dripping eave, and dumb cascade,

Whose idle torrents only seem to roar,
The pendant icicle; the froft-work fair,
Where tranfient hues, and fancy'd figures rise;
Wide-spouted o'er the hill, the frozen-brook,
A livid tract, cold-gleaming on the morn;
The foreft bent beneath the plumy wave;

And by the frost refin'd the whiter snow,
Incrusted hard, and founding to the tread
Of early shepherd, as he pensive seeks
His pining flock, or from the mountain top,
Pleas'd with the flippery surface, swift descends.

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ON blithsome frolicks bent, the youthful swains,

While every work of Man is laid at rest,
Fond o'er the river croud, in various sport
And revelry diffolv'd; where mixing glad,

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Happiest

Happiest of all the train! the raptur'd boy
Lashes the whirling top. Or, where the Rhine 765

Branch'd out in many a long canal extends,

From every province fwarming, void of care,
Batavia rushes forth; and as they sweep,

On founding skates, a thousand different ways,

In circling poise, swift as the winds, along,

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The then gay land is maddened all to joy.
Nor less the northern courts, wide o'er the snow,
Pour a new pomp. Eager, on rapid fleds,
Their vigorous youth in bold contention wheel 774
The long-refounding course. Mean-time, to raise
The manly strife, with highly blooming charms,
Flush'd by the season, Scandinavia's dames,

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Or Ruffia's buxom daughters glow around.

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PURE, quick, and sportful, is the wholesome day;
But foon elaps'd. The horizontal sun,
Broad o'er the fouth, hangs at his utmost noon:
And, ineffectual, strikes the gelid cliff:
His azure gloss the mountain still maintains,
Nor feels the feeble touch. Perhaps the vale
Relents a while to the reflected ray;
Or from the foreft falls the cluster'd snow,
Myriads of gems, that in the waving gleam
Gay-twinkle as they scatter. Thick around
Thunders the sport of those, who with the gun,
And dog impatient bounding at the shot,

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