Age too shines out: and, garrulous, recounts the feats of youth.
Quotes from The Seasons — James Thomson
d. 1748 Scotland
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Flocks thick-nibbling through the clovered vale.
Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age.
Even from the body's purity, the mind
Receives a secret sympathetic aid.
A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs.
Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh,
Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
Desponding Fear, of feeble fancies full,
Weak and unmanly, loosens every power.
While I deduce,
From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings,
The symphony of spring.
For many a day, and many a dreadful night,
Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape.
The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue;
And polyanthus of unnumbered dyes.
But yonder comes the powerful king of day,
Rejoicing in the east.
The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.
Ships dim-discovered dropping from the clouds.
The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: James Thomson (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.