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I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, such beauty, such magnificence?
The Seasons (1726)
Sighed and looked unutterable things.
The Seasons (1726)
Poor is the triumph o’er the timid hare!
Scared from the corn, and now to some lone seat
Retired—
The Seasons (1726)
What, but God?
Inspiring God! who boundless Spirit all,
And unremitting Energy, pervades,
Adjusts, sustains, and agitates the whole.
The Seasons (1726)
Think, oh, grateful think!
How good the God of Harvest is to you;
Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields,
While, those unhappy partners of your kind
Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven,
And ask their humble dole.
The Seasons (1726)
Her polish'd limbs,
Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire;
Beyond the pomp of dress; for Loveliness
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is, when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.
The Seasons (1726)
Tutor'd by thee, hence Poetry exalts
Her voice to ages; and informs the page
With music, image, sentiment, and thought,
Never to die! the treasure of mankind!
Their highest honour, and their truest joy!
The Seasons (1726)