MEMOIRS OF 



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As the fonorons North aflails 

 Weaver's bleak wilds, and leaflefs vales, 

 With awful majefty of might 

 He burfts the billowy clouds of night j 

 Booms* the refounding glens among, 

 And roaring rolls his fnows along. 

 In clouds againft my groaning fafti 

 Broad, feathery flakes inceflant dafh, 

 Or wheel below, and mingling form 

 The frolic pageants of the ftorm. 

 Hark ! with what aggravated roar 

 Echo repeats her midnight lore; 

 Rends her dark folitudes and caves, 

 And bellowing {hakes the mighty graves f < 



Couch'd on her feat the timid hare 

 Liftens each boifterous fweep of air ; 

 Or peeps, yon blafted furze between, 

 And eyes the fnow- bewildered fcene; 

 Jnftant retraces her fhuddering head, 

 And neftles clofer in her bed. 

 All fad and ruffled, in the grove 

 The fieldfare wakes from dreams of love ; 

 Hears the loud north and fieety fnow, 

 And views the drifted brakes below ; 



* A word admirably expreffing the noife of winds, and applied to 

 it kerc for the firft time in poetry. 



*} Th numerous tumuli on Weaver and the adjacent hills. 



Swift 



