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Peasant of the Alps. From the Novel of Celestina.

1 WHERE cliffs arise by Winter crown'd,
2 And through dark groves of pine around,
3 Down the deep chasms, the snowfed torrents foam,
4 Within some hollow, shelter'd from the storms,
5 The PEASANT of the ALPS his cottage forms,
6 And builds his humble, happy home.
7 Unenvied is the rich domain,
8 That far beneath him on the plain,
9 Waves its wide harvests and its olive groves;
10 More dear to him his hut, with plantain thatch'd,
11 Where long his unambitious heart attach'd,
12 Finds all he wishes, all he loves.
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13 There dwells the mistress of his heart,
14 And Love who teaches ev'ry art,
15 Has bid him dress the spot with fondest care;
16 When borrowing from the vale its fertile soil,
17 He climbs the precipice with patient toil,
18 To plant her fav'rite flow'rets there.
19 With native shrubs, a hardy race,
20 There the green myrtle finds a place,
21 And roses there, the dewy leaves decline;
22 While from the crags' abrupt and tangled steeps,
23 With bloom and fruit the Alpine berry peeps,
24 And, blushing, mingles with the vine.
25 His garden's simple produce stor'd,
26 Prepar'd for him by hands ador'd,
27 Is all the little luxury he knows:
28 And by the same dear hands are softly spread,
29 The Chamois' velvet spoil that forms the bed,
30 Where in her arms he finds repose.
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31 But absent from the calm abode,
32 Dark thunder gathers round his road,
33 Wild raves the wind, the arrowy light'nings flash,
34 Returning quick the murmuring rocks among,
35 His faint heart trembling as he winds along;
36 Alarm'd! he listens to the crash
37 Of rifted ice! Oh, man of woe!
38 O'er his dear cot a mass of snow,
39 By the storm sever'd from the cliff above,
40 Has fall'n and buried in its marble breast,
41 All that for him lost wretch the world possest,
42 His home, his happiness, his love!
43 Aghast the heartstruck mourner stands!
44 Glaz'd are his eyes convuls'd his hands,
45 O'erwhelming Anguish checks his labouring breath,
46 Crush'd by Despair's intolerable weight,
47 Frantic he seeks the mountain's giddiest height,
48 And headlong seeks relief in death.
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49 A fate too similar is mine,
50 But I in ling'ring pain repine,
51 And still my lost felicity deplore;
52 Cold, cold to me is that dear breast become,
53 Where this poor heart had fondly fix'd its home,
54 And love and happiness are mine no more.


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Title (in Source Edition): Peasant of the Alps. From the Novel of Celestina.
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Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806. Elegiac sonnets, and other poems. By Charlotte Smith. The first Worcester edition, from the sixth London edition, with additions. Printed at Worcester [Mass.]: by Isaiah Thomas, sold by him in Worcester, and by said Thomas and Andrews in Boston, 1795, pp. 97-100. xix,[2],22-126,[2]p.,[5] leaves of plates: ill.; 15 cm. (12mo) (OTA N22357)

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