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ODE TO WINTER , JBV THE AUTHOR OF THE PLEASURES OP HOPE , When first the fiery-mantled skn His heavenly race began to run , Round the earth and ocean blue ,
His children four ( the Seasons ) flew : First , in green apparel dancing , SmiTd the Spring with changeful facej Rosy Summer next advancing , Rush'd into he sire ' s embrace .
Her bright-haird sire , who bade her keep For ever nearest to his smiles , On Calpe ' s olive-shaded steep , Or India's citron-cover'd isles . More remote , and buxom brown , The Queen of Vintage bow'd before his throne :
A rich pomegranate deck'd her crowiu A ripe sheaf bound her zone . ' But howling Winter fled afar To hills that prop the polar star , To plains eternal sun denied , ^ V ith barre n darkness by his side , Kound the shore where loud Lofoden
Whirls to death the roaring whale , Round the pole where Runic Odea Howls his war-song to the gale : Save when down the ravag'd globe He travels , on his native storm , Blasting Nature ' s grassy robe ,
And trampling on her faded form , Till light ' s returning lord assume The shaft that drives him to the northern field , f ) f powe ; to pierce his raven plume , And chrystal-cover'd shield .
O , sire of storms ! whose savage ear The Lapland witch delignts to hear , When Phrenzy , with her blood-shot eye , Implores thy dreadful deity--- > Archangel power of desolation , Fast descending as thou arts , Say , hath mortal invocation
Spells to touch thy stony heart ? Then sullen Winter hear my prayer , Nor rudely desolate the year ; Nor chili the wanderer ' s bosom bare , Nor freeze the wretch ' s falling tear $ To shivering Want ' s unman tied bed , Thy horror-breathing agues cease to lend , And mildly on the orphan head Of innocence descend !
But chiefly spare , O King of Clouds , The sailor on his airy shrouds"When wrecks and beacons strew tlic steep , And spectres mourn along the deep j Milder yet thy snowy breezes
Breathe on yonder tented shores , Where the Rhine's bright billow freezes , AVhere the browner Danube roars i O , winds of Winter ! list ye there To many a deep and dying groanf Or start ye , daemons of the midni ght air , At shrieks and thunders louder than
your own ! Alas ! e'en your unhallowM breath May spare the victim fallen low 5 But man will ask no truce to death , No bound to human woe 1
TRANSLATIONS FROM TH « J GERMAN . A FRAGMENT OF A HYMN TO CECILIA .
fltrdcr . Where does the lilly blow ^ Which never withers ? Where blows ^ the heavenly-Rose without prickles ?
O , in the wreath it blows f Angels are watching it , And they shall fill it witk ^ Paradise perfumes *
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1806, page 55, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1720/page/55/