Several Occasions.
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While tearing up the Sands, in drifts they rise,
And half the Desarts mount the burthen'd Skies.
And half the Desarts mount the burthen'd Skies.
He from aërial Treasures downward pours
Sheets of unsully'd Snow in lucid Show'rs,
Flake after Flake, thro' Air thick-wavering flies,
Till one vast shining Waste all Nature lies;
Then the proud Hills a Virgin Whiteness shed,
A dazling Brightness glitters from the Mead:
The hoary Trees reflect a silver Show,
And Groves beneath the lovely Burden bow.
Sheets of unsully'd Snow in lucid Show'rs,
Flake after Flake, thro' Air thick-wavering flies,
Till one vast shining Waste all Nature lies;
Then the proud Hills a Virgin Whiteness shed,
A dazling Brightness glitters from the Mead:
The hoary Trees reflect a silver Show,
And Groves beneath the lovely Burden bow.
He from loose Vapours with an Icy Chain
Binds the round Hail, and moulds the harden'd Rain;
The stony Tempest, with a rushing Sound,
Beats the firm Glebe, resulting from the Ground;
Swiftly it falls, and as it falls invades
The rising Herb, or breaks the spreading Blades;
Binds the round Hail, and moulds the harden'd Rain;
The stony Tempest, with a rushing Sound,
Beats the firm Glebe, resulting from the Ground;
Swiftly it falls, and as it falls invades
The rising Herb, or breaks the spreading Blades;
While
