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And patient of the now-pac'd swain's delay.
He from the stack carves out th'accustom'd load,
Deep-plunging, and again deep plunging oft
His broad keen knife into the folid mass;
Smooth as a wall the upright remnant stands,
With such undeviating and even force
He fevers it away: no needless care
Left storms should overset the leaning pile
Deciduous, or its own unbalanc'd weight:
Forth goes the woodman, leaving unconcern'd
The cheerful haunts of man, to wield the axe
And drive thé wedge in yonder forest drear,
From morn to eve his solitary task.
Shaggy, and lean, and shrewd, with pointed ears
And tail cropp'd short, half lurcher and half cur,
His dog attends him. Close behind his heel

he Now; and now with many à frisk
Wide-scamp'ring, snatches up the drifted snow
With iv'ry teeth, or ploughs it with his snout ;
Then shakes his powder'd coat, and barks for joy.


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Heedless of all his pranks, the sturdy churl
Moves right toward the mark; nor stops for aught,
But, now and then, with pressure of his thumb
T' adjust the fragrant charge of a short tube
That fumes beneath his nofe: the trailing cloud
Streams far behind him, fcenting all the air.
Now from the rooft, or from the neighb?ring pale,
Where, diligent to catch the firft faint gleam
Of smiling day, they goslip'd side by side,
Come trooping at the housewife's well-known call
The feather'd tribes domestic. Half on wing,
And half on foot, they brush the feecy food,
Conscious, and fearful of too deep à plunge.
The sparrows peep, and quit the shelt’ring eaves
To seize the fair occasion. Well they eye
The scatter'd grain, and thievilhly resolv'd
T'efcape th' impending famine, often scar'd
As oft retutn, a pert voracious kind.
Clean riddance quickly made, one only care
Remains to each, the search of funny nook,

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Or shed impervious to the blast. Resign'd
To sad necessity, the cock foregoes
His wonted strut, and wading at their head
With well-consider'd steps, seems to resent
His alter'd gait and stateliness retrench’d.
How find the myriads, that in summer cheer
The hills and vallies with their céalēlefs songs,
Due sustenance, or where subsist they now?
Earth yields them nought : th' imprison'd worm is safe
Beneath the frozen clod ; all feeds of herbs
Lie cover'd close, and berry-bearing thorns
That feed the thrush (whatever some suppose)
Afford the smaller minstrels no supply.
The long protracted rigor of the year
Thins all their num'rous flocks. In chinks and holes
Ten thousand seek an unmolested end,
As instinct prompts ; felf buried ere they die.
The very rooks and daws forsake the fields,
Where neither grub nor root nor earth-nut now
Repays their labor more ; and perch'd aloft


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By the way-fide, of stalking in the path,
Lean pensioners upon the trav'llers track,


their nauseous dole, though sweet to them,
Of voided pulse or half-digested grain.
The streams are lost amid the splendid blank,
O’erwhelming all distinction. On the flood,
. Indurated and fixt, the snowy weight
Lies undiffoly’d; while silently beneath,
And unperceiv'd, the current steals away.
Not so, where scornful of a check it leaps
The mill-dam, dashes on the restless wheel,
And wantons in the pebbly guiph below:
No frost can bind it there; its utmost force
Can but arrest the light and finokey mist
That in its fall the liquid sheet throws wide.
And see where it has hung th' embroider'd banks
With forms so various, that no pow'rs of art,
The pencil or the pen, may trace the scene !
Here glitering turrets rise, upbearing high
(Fantastic misarrangement !) on the roof


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Large growth of what may seem the sparkling trees
And shrubs of fairy land. The crystal drops
That trickle down the branches, fast congeald,
Shoot into pillars of pellucid length,
prop the pile they but adorn'd before.

safe defies
The sun-beam: there imbols'd and fretted wild,
The growing wonder takes a thousand shapes
Capricious, in which fancy feeks in vain
The likeness of some object seen before.
Thus nature works as if to mock at art,
And in defiance of her rival pow'rs ;
By these fortuitous and random strokes
Performing such inimitable feats,
As she with all her rules, can never reach.
Less worthy of applause, though more admir’d,
Because a novelty, the work of man,
Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ!
Thy most magnificent and mighty freak,
The wonder of the North. No forest fell


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