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BG.731.028
20-27 Dec 1731:11,12 (626)
[Philosophical essay re. the summer season; para.3:]. . .
Nothing gives us a truer taste of fidelity, or turns us into
a more proper cast of thought, than the beauties of nature
in the summer season, when every part of the vegetable world
is shooting out in variety of glories; when the golden sun
looks down, with fierce desire, on the thousand plants that
are cherished by his influence; when refreshing breezes play
about the tender stems and protect them from the
intemperance of his meridian beams; when the eye is
satisfied, and the nostril cheared; when the ear is regaled
with the vocal grove, the wildest musick of whose
inhabitants, is more entertaining than our most elegant and
concerted harmony; when the sence is thus feasted, and the
reasonable faculties have room to employ themselves, we can
own the solitude and quite scene preferable to the finest
room whatever.
THE MIDSUMMER WISH.
. . . [2 Latin lines]
Waft me, some soft and cooling breeze,
To Windsor's shady kind retreat:
Where silvan scenes, wide spreading trees
Repel the raging dog star's heat.
. . . [7 more verses]
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