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Insects In Summer

Waked by his warmer ray, the reptile

Came wing'd abroad; by the light air

Lighter, and full of soul.

From every

And secret corner, where they slept

The wintry storms; or rising from their

To higher life; by myriads, forth at once,

Swarming they pour; of all the varied

Their beauty-beaming parent can disclose.

Ten thousand forms! ten thousand different tribes!

People the blaze.

To sunny waters some By fatal instinct fly; where on the

They sportive wheel, or sailing down the stream,

Are snatch'd immediate, by the quick-eyed trout,

Or darting salmon.

Through the greenwood glade Some love to stray; there lodged, amused, and fed,

In the fresh leaf.

Luxurious, others

The meads their choice, and visit every flower,

And every latent herb; and where to wrap,

In what soft beds, their young yet undisclosed,

Employs their tender care.

Some to the house,

The fold, the dairy, hungry, bend their flight;

Sip round the pail, or taste the curdling cheese;

Oft, inadvertent, from the milky stream,

They meet their fate; or, weltering in the bowl,

With powerless wings around them wrapt, expire.

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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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