Violet-Hill. An Ode
AN ODE .
Enliven'd by the breath of Spring,
Her bright'ning sun-shine, and soft show'rs,
Now flowrets bloom, and linnets sing,
Sweet Violet -H ILL , in thy green bow'rs.
Light-waving in the flowing breeze,
The flow'ring shrubs their sweets diffuse;
Unfolding leaves adorn the trees,
And blossoms smile, of various hues.
The lilac gay, the blossom'd thorn,
Laburnum, rob'd in green and gold,
Reflect the lovely light of Morn,
And all their fragrant blooms unfold.
Meek Contemplation, here reclin'd,
The landscape in perspective views,
Where Nature's fairest charms, combin'd,
The Poet's feeling mind amuse.
The mazy river—flow'ry mead—
Wide fields, o'erspread with verdant corn—
High hills—and sunny vales, display'd—
And tufted groves the scene adorn.
Delicious, in this gay retreat,
The rose snd sweet-briar's scents exhale;
And the fond black-bird, wildly sweet,
Melodious breathes his am'rous tale.
Enliven'd by the breath of Spring,
Her bright'ning sun-shine, and soft show'rs,
Now flowrets bloom, and linnets sing,
Sweet Violet -H ILL , in thy green bow'rs.
Light-waving in the flowing breeze,
The flow'ring shrubs their sweets diffuse;
Unfolding leaves adorn the trees,
And blossoms smile, of various hues.
The lilac gay, the blossom'd thorn,
Laburnum, rob'd in green and gold,
Reflect the lovely light of Morn,
And all their fragrant blooms unfold.
Meek Contemplation, here reclin'd,
The landscape in perspective views,
Where Nature's fairest charms, combin'd,
The Poet's feeling mind amuse.
The mazy river—flow'ry mead—
Wide fields, o'erspread with verdant corn—
High hills—and sunny vales, display'd—
And tufted groves the scene adorn.
Delicious, in this gay retreat,
The rose snd sweet-briar's scents exhale;
And the fond black-bird, wildly sweet,
Melodious breathes his am'rous tale.
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