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An elegant sufficiency, content,
Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
Ease and alternate labour, useful life,
Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
The Seasons (1726)
Thither the household feathery people crowd,
The crested cock, with all his female train.
The Seasons (1726)
Senseless, and deformed,
Convulsive Anger storms at large; or pale,
And silent, settles into fell revenge.
The Seasons (1726)
Base Envy withers at another’s joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
The Seasons (1726)
'Tis silence all,
And pleasing expectation.
The Seasons (1726)
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot.
The Seasons (1726)
Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come.
The Seasons (1726)
The lovely young Lavinia once had friends;
And fortune smil'd, deceitful, on her birth.
The Seasons (1726)
There studious let me sit,
And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
The Seasons (1726)
Home is the resort
Of love, of joy, of peace, and plenty; where
Supporting and supported, polished friends
And dear relations mingle into bliss.
The Seasons (1726)
Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
The Seasons (1726)
But who can paint
Like Nature? Can imagination boast,
Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
The Seasons (1726)
He saw her charming, but he saw not half
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
The Seasons (1726)
But should you lure
From his dark haunt, beneath the tangled roots
Of pendent trees, the Monarch of the brook,
Behoves you then to ply your finest art.
The Seasons (1726)
And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
The Seasons (1726)
Crowned with the sickle, and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on.
The Seasons (1726)
See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad.
The Seasons (1726)
Welcome, kindred glooms!
Congenial horrors, hail!
The Seasons (1726)
Pure was the temperate Air, an even Calm
Perpetual reign'd, save what the Zephyrs bland
Breath'd o'er the blue expanse.
The Seasons (1726)
The Hawthorn whitens; and the juicy Groves
Put forth their buds, unfolding by degrees,
Till the whole leafy Forest stands displayed,
In full luxuriance, to the sighing gales.
The Seasons (1726)