Stanzas, Extemporaneously Written on a Stormy Night, Dalserf, November 4, 1833 in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- This is November’s desolating train!
/ Which strips the forest of its summer bloom,
/ While scenes, which once gave pleasure, waste are laid,
/ And all a cheerless aspect now assume.
/ The orchard grounds are thickly strew’d with leaves,
/ Which once with verdant foliage clad each bough;—
/ They teach a truth, important as ’tis true,
/ That man must from this stage of being go.
/ Now short, and lurid’s the withdrawing day,
/ As if the sun was wearied of its toil;
/ While cheerless night lengthens its sable shroud,
/ And winter storms roll in with rude turmoil.
/ Six hours have pass’d, since ’neath the western wave,
/ The sun has sunk as never more to rise;
/ Night reigns triumphant!—oft the wat’ry clouds
/ Have thickly overspread the scowling skies;
/ Then furiously, as heaven’s flood-gates wide
/ Were opened, prone in torrents poured the rain:
/ So, hear! amid the bawlings of the wind,
/ It rattles on each weather-beaten pane.
- the unhappy nights of storm endured,
/ In war campaigns, and on the raging main,
/ Which seem’d t’engulf the tossing bark unmoor’d.
- I feel for those, whose fates are to endure,
/ The midnight hazards of the stormy waves:
/ Oh Heaven! shield them with thy guardian pow’r,
/ Them ward from wrecks, and from untimely graves.
The South-East Storm in New Zealand Minstrelsy
- The clouds gather thick on the far southern sky,—
/ Opposing winds meet, and are whirling on high;
/ What blackness of darkness now broods o’er the whole,
/ While lightnings gleam forth, and the thunders do roll.
/ How changed is the bay! its blue welt’rings are lost,
/ Green ocean waves rush in, and foaming ’tis toss’d;
/ From fleet low’ring clouds how the torrents down pour,—
/ Now Neptune presides, and a tempest does roar.
A Dinner Hour Reverie in The New Zealand Survey
- The sun shines brightly in the sky,
/ The air is calm without a breeze,
/ The waters in the bay are still,
/ Reflecting deeply hills and trees.
/ And there the ethe’rs hue is shewn,
/ With drapery thin of clouds so white,
/ As nature gladly would reflect
/ A Deity’s perfections bright;
/ As these are in his works pourtray’d,
A Fine Morning in The New Zealand Survey
- This storm of three days has blown past, do I find
/ On waking this morn, as a calmness prevails;
/ Now brightness looks in at the window instead
/ Of the low’ring grey mists that were driven by gales.
- Now calm is the bay, like a mirror outspread,
/ Reflecting the welkin deep blue on its breast!
/ How alter’d since yesterday!—silent as dead
/ Are the roaring of waves, with their surgings at rest.
/ While low creeping mists are ascending on high
/ Like curling white smoke to disperse in the sky.
- So selfish, as having a right to complain;
/ We treat unknown reasons with sinful disdain;
/ Consid’ring all nature is under His care!
/ Since fair weather’s ours, let us never forget
/ T’ employ to good purpose the boon to us given
/ ’Tis thus we our gratitude best can declare
/ Bespeaking still farther the blessings of Heaven.
Canto I in The New Zealand Survey
- Again, in summer floods, which generally took place about the approach of Christmas, at the time when people begin hay-making. The season looking propitious, the sun shining brightly in an azure sky betoken nothing but prosperity, and so the labours of the season proceed. Fields of hay are cut down, hay-makers are busy tossing about the hay to the influence of the sun, while preparations are being made for stacking, the husbandman dreaming of nothing but that all appearances are in his favor. Some may have succeeded so far well, but with many it has been otherwise,—when a seemingly sunny shower of rain has come on, thickly gathering clouds would add their disheartening signs in regard to the state of the weather; rain pouring
Canto Sixth in The Philosophy of Love. [A Plea in Defence of Virtue and Truth!] A Poem in Six Cantos, with Other Poems
- The mind, couvulsed by ardent passions, seems
/ Like a tempestuous hurricane, enraged,
/ Beyond control. Such aberration from
/ The calm composure of truth’s confidence
/ Tends sadly to turn reason upside down!—
/ Love changed to hatred, is, as the meek lamb
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