Poems Author:Cynthia Taggart Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: POEMS, EVENING. 1817. Pensive, I walk beside the placid stream, And view the beauteous Sun's departing beam, As o'er the adjacent landscape's verdant hill... more » His golden rays their brightness yet distil ; But fainter grow, as every moment flies, And now they vanish from my gazing eyes. Yet lovely still the scene, more lovely too, Than when the radiant orb appeared in view. A glowing softness, with a charm supreme, Marks every field, and smooths the flowing stream ; Bright clouds, commixed with ever-varying hues, Gold, purple, azure, beauteous charms diffuse. Now dusky shades apace begin to fall, And mingling light .and darkness cover all; Now twilight's tranquil, pensive, pleasing hour Diffuses o'er the soul its lovely power. Calm contemplation now enwraps the mind ; To pensive musing all the soul's resigned. Sweet hour! when every anxious thought is still, Like the smooth surface of the placid rill. Thoughts, unconfin'd and freed from earth, now soar, The farther flying still delighted more ; To distant worlds extend their piercing view ; Enraptured, their aerial flight pursue. Elate with joy the sparkling moments fly, And circling beauties charm the wondering eye. AUTUMN. 1822. Now Autumn tints the scene With sallow hues and dim ; And o'er the sky, Fast hurrying, fly Dark, sombre clouds, that pour Prom far the roaring din ; The rattling rain and hail, With the deep sounding wail Of wild and warring melodies, begin, The wind flies fitful through the forest trees With hollow bowlings, and in wrathful mood ; As when some maniac fierce, disdaining ease, Tears with convulsive power, In horrid fury's hour, His locks dishevelled ; and a chilling moan Breathes from his tortured breast, with dread and dismal tone. Thus, the impetuous blast ...« less