eity, as the first cause of all things;
because the analogy resulting from our perpetual experience
of cause and effect would have thus been exemplified through
universal nature.]

"With fond delight we feel the potent charm,
When Zephyrs cool us, or when sun-beams warm;
With fond delight inhale the fragrant flowers,
Taste the sweet fruits, which bend the blushing bowers,
Admire the music of the vernal grove,
Or drink the raptures of delirious love.

"So with long gaze admiring eyes behold
The varied landscape all its lights unfold; 160
Huge rocks opposing o'er the stream project
Their naked bosoms, and the beams reflect;
Wave high in air their fringed crests of wood,
And checker'd shadows dance upon the flood;
Green sloping lawns construct the sidelong scene,
And guide the sparkling rill that winds between;
Conduct on murmuring wings the pausing gale,
And rural echoes talk along the vale;
Dim hills behind in pomp aerial rise,
Lift their blue tops, and melt into the skies. 170

[Footnote: _The varied landscape_, l. 160. The pleasure, we
feel on examining a fine landscape, is derived from various
sources; as first the excitement of the retina of the eye
into certain quantities of action; which when there is in the
optic nerve any accumulation of sensorial power, is always
agreeable. 2. When it is excited into such successive
actions, as relieve each other; as when a limb has been long
exerted in one direction, by stretching it in another; as
described in Zoonomia, Sect. XL. 6. on ocular spectra. 3. And
lastly by the associations of its parts with some agreeable
sentiments or tastes, as of sublimity, beauty, utility,
novelty; and the objects suggesting other sentiments, which
have lately been termed picturesque as mentioned in the note
to Canto III, l. 230 of this work. The two former of these
sources of pleasure arise from irritation, the last from
association.]

"So when by HANDEL tuned to measured sounds
The trumpet vibrates, or the drum rebounds;
Alarm'd we listen with ecstatic wonder
To mimic battles, or imagined thunder.
When the soft lute in sweet impassion'd strains
Of cruel nymphs or broken vows complains;
As on the breeze the fine vibration