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Part on fair Avon's margin seek repose, The corner trees he lifts more high in air,
Nor knows, while round he views the rising scenes,
How chang'd, how fail'n from its primæval fatę! Or shepherd-boy, they fcatly foot the green, Yee here each moon, the hour her lover dy'd, While from their steps a circling verdure springs; Each moon his solemn obsequies she pays, But fly from towns, and dread the courts of kings. And leads the dance beneath pale Cynthia's rays;
Mean while sad Kenna, loth to quit the grove, Pleas'd in these fhades co bead her fairy train, Hung o'er the body of her breathles, love, And grace the groveswhere Albion’skinsmen reign. Try'd every art, (ain arts:) to change his doom, And vow'd (vain vows :) to join him in the tunib.
TO A LADY BEFORE MARRIAGE. What could she do? the faces alike deny The dead to live, or fairy forms to die. (tells Ok, form’d by nature, and refin'd by art!
An herb there grows (the fame old * Homer With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart! Ulysies bore to rival Circe's spells)
By thousands sought, Clotilda, cans thou free Its root is ebon-black, but sends to light
Thy crowd of captives, and descend to me?'
O, liften, while thy summers are my theme !
(ray'd, A fluwer, that first in this sweet garden (mild, Or where high Windsor, chick with greens ar To virgins sacred, and the snow-drop fylld. Waves his old oaks, and spreads his ample ibade, "The new-born plant with sweet regret she Fancy has figur'd out our calm retreat; view'd,
(dew'd, | Already round the visionary seat Warmd with her øghs, and with her tear's bc- Our limes begin to fhoot, our flowers to fpring, Its sipen'd seeds'from bank to bank convey'd, The brooks to murmur, and the birds to sing. And with her lover whiten'd half the shade. Where dost thou lie, thou thinly-peopled green? Thus won from death cach spring she sees him Thcu nameless lawn, and village yet unseen? grow,
Where fons, contented with their native ground, And glories in the vegetable snow, (plains, Ne'er travell’d further than ten furlongs round; Which now increas'd through wide Britannia's And the tann'd peasant, and his ruddy bride, Its parent's warmth and Spotless name retains, Were born together, and together died. Firit leader of the Howery race aspires,
Where early larks best tell the morning light, And foremost catches the sun's genial fires, And only Philomel difturbs the night; 'Mid froßt's and snows triumphant dares appear, ’Midt gardens here my humble pile shall rise, Mingles ilic fealons, and leads on the year. With swects surrounded of ten thousand dyes; *Deserted now of all the pigmy race,
All lavage where th' embroider'd gardens end, Nor man nor fairy touch'd this guilty place. The haunt of echoes Mall my woods ascend; In heaps on heaps, for many a rolling age,
And wh! if heaven ih'anibitious thought approve, It lay accurs’d, che mark of Neptune's rage,
A rill thail warble cross the gloomy grove, Till great Nallau recloth’d the desart shade, A little rill, o'er pebbly beds convey'd, Thence sacred to Britannia's monarchs made. Gush down the feep, and glitter through the glade. 'Twas ihen the green-rol'd nymph, fair Kenna, What cheering scents those bordering banks is. came,
hale : (Kenpa; that gave the neighbouring town its naine.) How loud that heifer lows from yonder vale! l'roud when the saw th' ennobleu gaiden hive, 1 hai thruth how fhrill: his note so clear, fo high, With nymphs and heroes of her lover's line, He drowns cach featber'd miultrel of the ky. She vow'd io grace the manilor's once her own, Here lee me trace, beneath the purpled morn, And pidure out in plants the fairy town.
The deep mouth'd beagle, and the sprightly horn : To far-fam'd' wife her fight upseen she sped, Or lure the trout with well-dissembled flies, And with gáy prospects fill'd the craftsman's head, Or fetch the fluttering partridge from the skies, Scft in his fancy drew a pleasing scheme,
Nor thall thy hand disdain to crop the vine, And planni'd that landfip is a morning dream. The dówny peach, or flavour'd nc&arine ;
with the sweet view the fire of gardens fir'd, Or rob the bec-hive of its golden hoard, Attempts the labour by the nymph inlpir'd, And bear th' unbought luxuriance to thy board. The walls and freets in rows of yew designs, Sometimes my bauks by day shall kill the hours, And forms the town in all its ancient lines; While froni thy needle sise the filken flowers,
And thoo, by żurns, to ease my feeble light, Odol. Lib. I,
Rosunie the volume, and decrire the right
Oh! when I mark thy twinkling eyes opprest, Behind, thy patron saint in armour shines,
Transfix'd ; his blood thy scarlet cover dies; And to sweet heaven commend thy innocence. Th'inflructive handle's at the bottom fix'd, Thus reign'd our fathers o'er the rural fold, Left wrangling critics should pervert the text. Wise, hale, and honest, in the days of old ; .
Or if to ginger-bread thou shalt descend, Till courts arose, where substance pays for show, And liquorish learning to thy babes extend; And specious joys are bought with real woe. Or sugar'd plane, o'erspread with beaten gold, See Flavia's pendants, large, well-spread, and Does the sweet treasure of thy letters hold; right,
Thou fill thale be my fong - Apollo's choir The ear that wears them hears a fool each night : I scorn t' invoke ; Cadmus my verse inspire : Mark how th' embroider'd colonel Incaks away,
'Twas Cadmus who the first materials brought To mun the withering dame that made him gay; Of all the learning which has since been caught, That knave, to gain a title, lost his fame;
Soon made complete! for mortals ne'er snall know That rais'd his credit by a daughter's fhame;
More than contain'd of old the Christ-cross row; This coxcomb's ribband cost him half his land, What masters dictate, or what doctors preach, And oaks, unnumber'd, bought that fool a wand. Wise matrons hence, ev'n to our children teach : lond man, as all his sorrows were too few, But as the name of every plant and flower Acquires strange wants that nature never knew, (So common that each peasant knows its power) By midnight lamps he emulates the day,
Physicians in mysterious cant express, And Deeps, perverle, the cheerful suns away ; T'amuse the patient, and enhance their fees ; From goblets high-embolt, his wine must glide,
So from the letters of our native tongue, Round his clos'd light the gorgeous curtain slide; Put in Greek scrawls, a mystery too is sprung, Fruits ere their time to grace his pomp mus rise, Schools are erected, puzzling grammars made, And three untasted courses glue his eyes.
And artful men strike out a gainful trade: For this are nature's gentle calls withood, Strange characters adorn the learned gate, The voice of conscience, and the bonds of blood; And heedless youth catch at the shining bait; This wisdom thy reward for every pain,
The pregnant boys the noisy charms declare, And this gay glory all thy mighey gain.
And • Tau's and Delta's make their mother's stare; Fair phantoms wood and scorn'd from age to age, Th' uncommon sounds-amaze the vulgar ear, Since bards began to laugh, or priests to rage.
And what's uncommon never costs too dear. And yet, just curse on man's alpiring kind, Yet in all tongues the horn-book is the same, Prone to ambition, to example blind,
Taught by the Grecian mafter, or the Englisi Our children's children shall our steps pursue,
dame. And the same errors be for ever new.
But how shall I thy endless virtues tell, Mean while in hope a guiltless country swain,
In which thou dost all other books excel?
The margin with no tedions notes is vex'd,
Thou perfect centre of concordancy!
Search we the records of an ancient date,
Or read what modern histories relate,
They all proclaim what wonders have been dong
By the plain letters taken as they run :
+ Too high the floods of passion us'd to roll,
“ And rend the Roman youth's impatient soul; " Magni magna patrant, nos non nisi ludicra
“ His hasly anger furnish'd scenes of blood, Podagra hæc oria fecit."
“ And frequent deaths of worthy men ensued: Hail, ancient book, most venerable code! “ In vain were all the weaker methods try'd, Learning's first cradle, and its last abode!
“ None could suffice to stem che furious tide, The huge unnumber'd volumes which we see, “ Thy sacred line he did but once repeat, By lazy plagiaries are stol'n from thee.
“ And laid the storm, and cool'd the raging heat." Yet future tinies, to thy sufficient store,
Thy heavenly notes, like angels' music, cheer Shall ne'er presume to add one letter more. Departing fouls, and soothe the dying ear.
Thee will I fing, in comely wainscot bound, And golden verge enclosing thee around;
* Tbe Greek letler's T, A. The faithful horn before, from age to age,
† The advice given to ouguflus, by Athenodorus ika Prefcoving th; invaluable page ;
Stoic philofopber .
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An aged peasant, on his latest bed,
Reputation ever tearing,
Judgment weak, and passion firoog;
Let me now the vices trace,
Herald end the muse an answer,
That was bred to kill a cow well: But fame, I ween, says many things in sport. Hence the greasy clumsy mien, Scarce lives the man to whom thou'rt quite un In his dress and figure seen: known,
Hence that mean and fordid soul, Though few th’ extent of thy vast empire own. Like his body, rank and foul: Whatever wonders magic spells can do
Hence that wild suspicious peep, On carth, in air, in fea, in shades below;
Like a rogue that steals a sheep : What words profound and dark wise Mahomet Hence he learn'd the butcher's guile, spoke,
How to cut a throat and smile : When his old cow an angel's figure took ;
Like a butcher doom'd for lise, What strong enchantments fage Canidia knew, In his mouth to wear his knife. Or Horace fung, fierce monsters to fubdue, Hence he draws his daily food, mighty book! are all contain'd in you?
From his tenant's viral blood. All human arts, and every science meet,
Lastly, let his gifts be try'd,
Borrow'd from the mason fide.
True, indeed, I should be gladder
Could he learn to mount the ladder,
Pemale vices moft, or male?
Infcribed to Lord Lonsdale, 1907.
“ Unum opus eft inta&tæ palladis urbem THERISTES of amphibious breed,
Carminc perpetuo celebrare"Motley fruit of mongrel feed:
Hor. I Od. vii. By the dam from lo:dlings sprung, By the fire exhal'd from dung:
Whilst you, my lord, adorn that stately seat, 7 hink on every vicc in both,
Where shining beauty makes her soft retreat, Look on him, and see their growth.
Enjoying all those graces, uncontrol'd, View him on the mother's side,
Which noblest youths would die but to behold; Fild with falsehood, spleen, and pride,
Whilst you inhabit Lowther's awful pile, Positive and over-bearing,
A ftru&ure worthy of the founder's toil; Changing ftill, and fill adhering,
Amaz'd we see the former Lonsdale shine Spiteful, peevish, sude, untoward :
In each descendant of hnis nuble line : Fierce in tongue, in heart a coward,
But most transported and furpriz'd we view When his friends he molt is hard on,
His ancient glories all seviv'd in you, Lringing comes to beg their pardon;
Where charms and virtues join their equal grace,
Your father's godlike foul, your mother's lovely l'aida Tabula. -Hos.
Me fortune and kind Heaven's indulgent care So fountains, which through secret channels flow, To famous Oxford and the muses bear,
And pour above the floods they take below, Where; of all ranks, the blooming youths combine Back to their father ocean urge their way, To pay due homage to the mighty Nine,
And to the sea, the streams it gave, repay. And snatch, with Inuiling joy, the laurel crown,
No more we fear the military rage, Due to the learned honours of the gown.
Nurs'd up in some obscure barbarian age ; Here I, the meanest of the tuneful throng,
Nor dread the ruin of our arts divine, Delude the time with an unhallow'd song,
From thick-fcull'd heroes of the Gothic line, Which thus my thanks to much-lov'd Oxford pays, Though pale the Romans faw those arms advances In no ungrateful, though unartful lays.
And wept their learning loft in ignorance. Where thall I first the beauteous scene disclose, Let brutal rage around its terrors spread, And all the gay variety expose ?
The living murder, and consume the dead, For wherefoe'er I turn my wondering eyes, In impious fires let nobleft writings burn, Aspiring towers and verdant groves arise,
And with their authors hare a common urn; Immortal greens the smiling plains array,
Only, ye fates, our lov'd Bodleian spare, And mazy rivers murmur all the way.
Be ir, and learning's felf shall be your care, 0! might your eyes behold each sparkling Here every art and every grace shall join, dome,
Colleaed Phoebus here alone fhall shine,
In vain they burn the work of hands divine,
Old Troy for ever stands in him alone,
In soft and easy grandeur laid; More sweet our shades, more' fit our bright abodes Their deathless works forbid their fame to die, For warbling muses and inspiring gods.
Nor time itself their perfons shall defroy, Great " Vanbrook's self might own each artful Preserv'd within the living gallery *. draught
What greater gift could bountcous heaven beEqual to models in his curious thought,
ftow, Nor scorn a fabric by our plans to frame,
Than to be seen above, and read below?
With deep respect I bend my duteous head;
Bue O! what muse can equal warmth impart?
Scarce more within their colleges they live;
Such were the Roman fathers, when o'ercome, Delightful scene! when here, in equal verse, They saw the Gauls insult o'er conquer'd Rome? The youthful bards their godlike queen rehcarfe, Each captive feem's the haughey victor's lord, To Churchill's wreaths Apollo's laurel join, And proftrate chiefs their awful Naves ador'd. And fing the plains of Hockstet and Juduign. Such art as this adorns your Lowther's hall,
Next let the mule record our Bodley's seat t Where fcasting gods carouse upon the wall; Nor aim at numbers, like the subject, great : The netar, which creating paint supplies, All hail, thou fabric, facred to the Nine,
Intoxicates each pleas'd spectator's eyes ; Thy fame in: mortal, and thy form divine! Who view, aniaz'd, the figures heavenly fair, Who to thy praise attempts the dangerous flight, And think they breathe the true Elysian air. Should in thy various tongues be taught to write; With firokes so bold, great Verrio's hand has His verse, like chce, a lofty dress should wear,
drawn And breathe the genius which inhabits there; The gods in dwellings brighter than their own. Thy proper lays alone can make thee live,
Fir'd with a thousand raptures, I behold And pay that same, which first thyself dich give. What lively features grac'd each bard of old;
Such lips, I think, did guide his charming congue, • Sir John Vanbrugb.
In such an air as this the poet sung; † Tue Tbeatre. The Beeleian Library,
* Tbe Picture Gallery
Such eyes as these glow'd with the sacred fire, The building * , parent of my young estays
Pillars sublime bear up the learned weight,
Whilst guardian muses shade the happy piles,
Stands chief in merit, as the chief in place :
Till after-ages, fill'd with glad surprisc,
Here studious heads the graver iablet fhows, Good Egglesfield claims homage from the eye,
And every marble frown provokes the war;
Soften to charms, and glow with new-born grace.
Distorting fear the coward's forni confest,
Too high, my verse, has been thy daring flight,
Thy softer numbers now the groves invite,
geddess shine, At once beftow rewards, and thoughis infuse, And all the lying graces look'd divine;
Compose a garland, and supply a muse. But when with heat he clasp'd her fancied charms, Behold around, and see the living green The empty vapour baulk'd his eager arms. In rative colours paints a blooming scene ;
Loth to depart, I lçave th' inviting scene, Th' eternal buds no deadly winter fear, Yet scarce forbear to view it o'er again;
But scorn the coldest season of the year;
Apollo sure will bless the happy place,
For here the everlasting laurels grow,
Pleas'd to submit to his superior song;
Great Denham's genius looks with rapture down
With wonders fraught the bright museum see, Fillid with great thoughts, a thousand lages
Ten thousand splendors strike the dazzled eye, Outsour the drooping muse's vulgar flight,
That longs to see her darling votaries laid
Beneath the covert of some gentle shade,
To aid th' enchantments of the trembling lyre.
And lay me softly in the green retreat,
One labour more my grateful verse renews, • Queen's College Library.
† Robert Egglesfield, B. D. tbe founder, 1345.