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Mists In Autumn

Now, by the cool, declining year condescend,

Descend the copious exhalations, check'd,

As up the middle sky unseen they stole,

And roll the doubling fogs around the hill.

No more the mountain, horrid, vast, sublime,

Who pours a sweep of rivers from his sides,

And high between contending kingdoms

The rocky long division, fills the

With great variety; but in a

Of gath'ring vapour from the baffled

Sinks dark and dreary; thence expanding far,

The huge dusk gradual swallows up the plain:

Vanish the woods; the dim-seen river

Sullen and slow to roll the misty wave.

Ev'n in the height of noon, oppress'd, the

Sheds weak and blunt his wide-refracted ray,

Whence glaring oft with many a broaden'd

He frights the nations.

Indistinct on earth,

Seen through the turbid air, beyond the

Objects appear, and, wilder'd o'er the waste,

The shepherd stalks gigantic: till at last,

Wreath'd dun around in deeper circles, still Successive closing, sits the gen'ral

Unbounded o'er the world, and, mingling thick,

A formless gray confusion covers all.

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James Thomson

James Thomson (c. 11 September 1700 – 27 August 1748) was a Scottish poet and playwright, known for his poems The Seasons and The Castle of Indo…

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