Not so the museful sage:--abroad he walks
Contemplative, if haply he may find
What cause controls the tempest's rage, or whence,
Amidst the savage season, Winter smiles.
For days, for weeks, prevails the placid calm.
At length some drops prelude a change: the sun
With ray refracted, bursts the parting gloom,
When all the chequer'd sky is one bright glare.
Mutters the wind at eve; th' horizon round
With angry aspect scowls: down rush the showers,
And float the deluged paths, and miry fields.
THE NATURAL HISTORY OF SELBORNE
In a series of letters addressed to THOMAS PENNANT, ESQ. and
The Hon. DAINES BARRINGTON
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The Author of the following Letters takes the liberty, with all
proper deference, of laying before the public his idea of parochial
history, which, he thinks, ought to consist of natural productions
and occurrences as well as antiquities. He is also of opinion that if
stationary men would pay some attention to the districts on which
they reside, and would publish their thoughts respecting the objects
that surround them, from such materials might be drawn the most
complete county-histories, which are still wanting in several parts
of this kingdom, and in particular in the county of Southampton.
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