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Then squatting down, with his grey goggle eğer THE BOWLING-GREEN.
He takes his aim, and at the mark it flies. Where fair Sabrina's wandering currents flow, Zadoc pursues, and wabbles o'er the plain, (vain; A large smooth plain extends its verdant brow, But shakes his ftrutting paunch, and ambles on is Here every morn while fruitful vapours feed For, oh : wide-erring to the left it glides, The swelling blade, and bless the smoking mead, The inmate lead the lighter wood misguides. A cruel tyrant reigns: like time, ihe swain He sharp reproofs with kind entreaties joins, Whets his unrighicous scythe, and shaves the plain. Then on the counter side with pain reclines; Beneath each Otroke the peeping flowers decay, As if he meant to regulate its course, And all th' unripen'd crop is swept away, By power a!tractive, and magnetic force, The heavy roller next he tugs along,
Now almoft io despair, he raves, he storms, Whifs his short pipe, or roars a rural song, Writhes his unwieldy trunk in various forms: With curious eye then the press'd turf he views, Unhappy Proteus! still in vain he tries And every rising prominence subdues.
A thousand shapes, the bowl erroneous fies, Now when each craving ftomach was well-stor'd, Deaf to his prayers, regardless of his cries. And church and king had traveld round the His puffing checks with rifing rage infame, board,
And all his sparkling rubies glow with Tame. Hither at "fortune's shrine to pay their court, Bendo's proud heart, proof against fortune's With eager hopes the motley tribe refort;
frown, Attoroies spruce, in their plate button'd frocks, Resolves once more to make the prize his own : And rosy parsons fat, and orthodox:
Cautious be plods, surveying all the green, Of every fect, whigs, papists, and high-flyers, And measures with his eye the space between. Cornuted aldermen, and hen-peck'd squires : But, as on him 'twas a peculiar curse, Fox-hunters, quacks, scribblers in verse and prose, To fall from one extreme into a wosse ; And half-pay captains, and half-witted beaux; Conscious of too much vigour, now for fear On the green cirque the ready racers ftand, He should exceed, at hand he checks the sphere, Dispos'd in pairs, and tempt the bowler's hand: Soon as he found its languid force decay, Each polish'd sphere does his round brother own, And the too weak imprellion die away; The twins distinguish'd by their marks are known. Quick after it he scuds, urges behind As the strong rein guides the well-manag'd horse, Step after flep, and now, with anxious mind, Here weighty lead infus'd directs their course. Hangs o'er the bowl, low-creeping on the plais, These in the ready road drive on with fpecd, And chides its faint efforts, and bawls amain. But those in crooked paths more artfully succeed. Then on the guiltless green the blame to lay, So the call fhip that makes fome dangerous bay, Curses the mountains that obftrud his way; With a side wind obliquely ili pes her way. Brazens it out with an audacious face, Lo! there the silver tumbler fix'd on high, His intolence improving by disgrace. The victor's prize, inviting every eye!
Zadoc, who now with three black mugs had The champions, or confent, or chance divide,
cheer'd While each map thinks his own the surer fide, His drooping heart, and his sunk spirits reard, And the jack leads, the skilful bowler's guide. Advances to the trigg with folemn price,
Bendo strip'd first, from foreign coasts he brought And ruddy hope sits blooming on hk face. A chaos of receipts, and anarchy of thought; The bowl he pois’d, with pain his bams he bends, Where the tumultuous whims to faction prone, On well chofe ground unto the mark it tends :, Still juftled monarch Reason from her throne : Each adverse heart pants with unusual fear, More dangerous than the porcupine his quill, With jny be follows the propitious sphere ; Jour'd to Daughter, and secure to kill.
Alas : how frail is every mortal Icheme! Let loose, juft heaven! each virulent disease, We build on fand, our happiness a drcam, But save us from such murderers as these : Bendo's short bowl ftops the proud victor's courky Might Bendo live but half a patriarch's age, Purloins his fame, and deadens all its force. Th' unpeopled world would fink Sereath his rage: At Bendo from each corner of his eyes Nor need i' appease the juf Creator's ire He darts malignant rays, then muttering flics A second deluge or confuming fire.
Into the bower; there, panting and half dead, He winks one eye; and knits his brow severe, In thick nundingus clouds he hides his head. Then from his hand launches the dying sphere; Muse, raise thy voice, to win the glorious prize, Out of the green the guiltless wood he hurlid, Bid all the fury of the battle rise : Swift as his patients from this nether world: Thefe but the light-arm'd champions of the field, Then grinn'd malignant, but the jocund crowd See Griper there : a veteran well skill'd; Deride bis senseless rage, and thout aloud,
This able pilot knows to steer a cause Next, Zadoc, 'tis thy turn, imperious priest! . Through all the rocks and thallows of the laws: Still late at church, but early at a feat.
Or it'tis wreck’d, his trembling client faves No curkey-cock appeare with betrer grace, On the next plank, and disappoints the waves. His garments black, vermilion paints his face; In this, at lealt, all histories agree, slis wattles hang upon his liffen'd band.
That, though he lost his cause, he fav'd his fec. H s platter fect upon the trig er land,
When the far client looks in jovial plight, He grasps the bowl in his rough brawny hand. How complaisant the
Dat if th' abandon'd orphan puts his case, But now, he stands expos’d, their order broke, And poverty fies thrirking on his face,
And seems to dread the next decisive stroke. How like a cur he fnarls! when at the door So at some bloody siege, the ponderous ball For broken Icraps he quarrels with the poor. Batcers with ceaseless rage the crumbling wall, The farmer's oracle, when rent-day's near, (A breach once made) soon galls the naked town, Aed landicrds, by forbearance, are severe; Riots in blood, and heaps on heaps are throwni, When huntsmen trespass, or his neighbour's swine, Each avenue thus clear'd, with aching heart Or tatter'd crape extorts by right divine.
Griper beheld, exerting all his art; Him all the rich their contributions pay,
Once more resolves to check hi» furious foe, Him all the poor with aching hearts obey : Block up the paffiige, and elude the blow. He in his fwanskin doublet truts along,
With cautious hand, and with less force, he Now begs, and now rehukes, che prelog chrong.
(Alcw, A paisage clear’d, he takes his aim with care, The well-poisid sphere, that gently circling And gently from his hand lets loose the sphere : But flopping Thort, cover'd the mark from view. Smooth as a swallow o'er the plain it flies, So little Teacer on the well fought field, While he pursues its track with eager eyes;
Securely fkulk'd behind his brother's fbield. Its hopeful course approv'd, he shouts aloud, Nimrod, in dangers bold, whose heart eläte, Claps both his hands, and juftles through the crowd, Nor courted fortune's smiles, nor fear'd her hate; Hovering a while, soon at the mark it tood, Perplex'd, but not discourag'd, walk'd around, Hung o'er inclin'd, and fondly kiss'd the wood; With curious eye examin'd all the ground; Loud is th' applause of every betting friend, Not the least opening in the front was found. And peals of clamorous joy the concave rend. Sideway he leans, declining to the right, But in each hoftile face, a dismal gloom
And marks his way, and moderates his might. Appears, the sad prefage of loss to come;
Smooth-gliding o'er the plain, th'obedient Iphere 'Mong these, Trebellius with a mournsulair Held on its dubious road, while hope and fear Of livid hue, just dying with despair,
Alternate ebb’d and flow'd in every breast : Shuffles about, fkrews his chop fallen face, Now rolling nearer to the mark it pressid ; And no whipp'd gigg so often shifts his place. Then chang'd its course, by the throng biass rein'd, Then gives his sage advice with wondrous skill, And on the foe discharg'd the force that yet reWhich no man ever heeds, or ever will :
main'd. Yet he perfifts; inttructing to confound,
Smart wis the stroke, away the rival fied, Aud with his cane paints out the dubious ground. The bold intruder triumph'd in his stead.
Strong Nimrod now, fresh as the rising dawn Victorious Nimrod feiz'd the glittering prize,
OVZR SAUL AND JONATHAN.
PROSTRATE on earth the bleeding warrior lies,
With impious scorn infult our folemn woe. Dsive down the precipice (brave youths) with O Gilboa! ye hills aspiring high, speed,
The latt fad scene of Israel's tragedy: Bound o'er the river banks, and linoke along the No fattening dews be on thy lawns difill'd, mead.
No kindly showers retreth the thirsty field; Bat whither would the devious muse pursue No hallow'd fruics thy barren foil thall raise, The pleasing theme, and my past joys rebew? No spotless kids that on our alcars blaze; Another labour now demands thy fong.
Lonelome and wild fhall thy bleak fummits rises Str tch'J in two ra ks, behold the poing throng, Accurs'd by men, and hateful to the skies. As Nimrod puis'd the sphere : his arm he drew On thee the thields of mighty warrior, lay, Back like an arrow in the Parihian yew,
The field of Saul was viiely cast away; Then launchi'd the whirling glube, and full as
The Lord's anointed, Saul! his facrc blood swift it flew :
Deltain'd thy brow, and swellid the common B\wls dild on bowls confounded all the plain,
flood. Bafe stood the foe, well cover'd by his train. H w are the mighty failen! Assaulted tyran.s thus their guard defends,
Where'er their bands ebe royal heroes led, Eleaping by the ruin of their friends,
The combat chicken d, and the maghiy bica;
The taughter'd hosts beneath their falchions die,
TO A YOUNG LADY,
WITH THE ILIAD OY HOMER TRANSLATED. As fate insatiate, and as sure the blow. The fon, who next his conquering father foughe,
Go, happy volume, to the fair impart Repeats the wonders his example taught :
The secret wishes of a wounded heart : Eager his fire's illustrious steps to trace,
Kind advocate! exert thy utmost zcal, And by heroic deeds affert his race.
Describe my passion, and my woes reveal. The royal eagle thus her ripening brood
Ost shalt thou kiss that hand where roses bloom, Trains to the quarry, and direds to blood :
And the white lily breathes its rich perfume; His darling thus, the foret monarch sears,
On thee her eyes shall shine, thy leaves employ A firm affociate for his future wars;
Each faculty, and footh her soul with jny. In union terrible, they seize the prey,
Watch the soft hour, when peaceful silence reigus, The mountains tremble, and the woods obey.
And Philomel alone like me complains : In peace united, as in war combin'd,
When envious prudes no longer haunt the fair, Were Jonathan's and Saul's affections join'd,
But end a day of calumny in prayer : Paternal grace with filial duty vy'd,
O'er Quarles or Bunyan nod, in dreams relent, And love the knot of nature closer ty'd,
Without disguise give all their pallions vent, Iv'n fate relents, reveres the facred band,
And nourn their wither'd charnis, and youthful And undivided bids their friendship stand.
prime mifpent. From earth to heaven enlarg'd, their joys im
Then by the waxen caper's glimmering light,
With thee the studious maid shall pass the night; prove, Still fairer, brighter still they shine above
Shall feel her heart beat quick in every page, Bleft in a long eternity of love.
And tremble at the stern Pelides' rage : Daughters of Israel, o'er the royal urn
With horror view the half-drawn blade appear, Wail and lament; the king, the father, mourn.
And the desponding tyrant pale with fear; Oh! now at least indulge a pious woe,
To calm that foul untam’d, lage Neftor fails, Tis all the dead receive, the living can beftew.
And ev'n celestial wisdom scarce prevails. Cast off your tich attire and proud array,
Then lead her to the margin of the main, Let undifsembled sorrows cloud the day:
And let her hear th' impatient chief complain ; Those ornaments victorious Saul beftow'd,
Tofs'd with superior storins, on the bicak fhores With gold your necks, your robes with purple He lies, and louder than the billows roars. glow'd:
Next the dread scene unfold of war and blood, Quit crowns, and garlands, for the fable weed, Hector in arnis triumphant, Greece subdued; To songs of triumph let dumb grief succeed The partial gods who with their foes conspire, Let all our grateful hearts for our dead patron
The dead, the dying, and the feet on fire. bleed.
But tell, oh! tell the cause of all this woe, How are the mighty fallen!
The fatal source from whence these mischiefs dow; Though thus distress'd, though thus o'erwhelm'd Tell her 'twas love deny'd the hero fir'd, with grief,
Depriv'd of her whom most his heart desir'd. Light is the burthen that admits relief;
Not the dire vengeance of the thundering Jove, My labouring foul superior woes oppress,
Can match the boundless rage of injur'd love. Nor rolling time can heal, nor fate redress. Stop the fierce torrent, and its billows rise, Another Saul your sorrows can remove,
Lay waste the shores, invade hoth earth and kies: No second Jonathan fhall blefs my love.
Confine it not, but let it gently flow, fonathan! my friend, my brother dear It kindly cheers the smiling plaios below, Eyes, stream afresh, and call forth every tear : And everlasting sweets upon its borders grow. Swell, my fad heart each faultering pulse beat low, To Troy's proud walls the wondering maid Down sink my head beneath this weight of woe:
convey, Hear my laments, ye hills: ye woods, return With pointed spires and golden turrets gay, My ceaseless groans; with me, ye turtles, mourn! The work of gous: thence let the fair behold Flow pleasant haft thou been each lovely grace,
The court of Priam, rich in gems and gold; Each youthful charm, fate blooming on thy face : His numerous fons, his queen's majestic pride, Joy from thine eyes in radiant glories sprung,
Th’aspiring domes, ch'apartments stretching wide, And manna dropt from thy persuasive tongue.
Where on their looms Sidonian virgins wrought, Witness, great heav'n! (from you those ardours And weav'd the battles which their lovers sought. came)
Here let her eyes survey those fatal charms, How wonderful his love! the kindelt dame The beauteous prize chat set the world in arms; Lov'd not like him, nor felt so warm a flame. Through gazing crowds, bright progeny of Jove, No earthly passion to such height aspires,
She walks, and every panting heart beats love. And seraphs only burn with purer fires.
Ev'n fapless age new blossoms at the lighe, In vain, while honont calls to glorious arins, And views the fair delroyer with delight : And Israel's cause the pious patriot warms: Beauty's valt power, hence to the nymph mak: In vain, while deaths promiscuous fly below,
known, Nor youth can bribe, nor vircuc ward the blow. la Helen's triumphs let her read her own ;
Nor blame her laves, bat lay the guilt on fate, Bet oh! what dangers interpose!
Raih bard! forbear, nor let thy flattering muse, Proud winter floods with rapid force,
Nature has mixt with less allay,
Might soon find out an easier way. But oh! the goddess in thy arms is flecting air.. Do not lage matrons mount on high, So dreams th' ambitious man when rich Tokay, And switch their broom-ticks through the kys Or Burgundy, refines his vulgar clay :
Ride port o'er hills, and woods, and seas,
Than theirs must more intenfely glow.
Did not the Theban swan cake wing,
Sublimely foar, and sweetly fing? Near fair Avona's filver tide,
And do not we of humbler vein, Whose waves in soft meanders glide,
Sometimes attempt a loftier strain, I read, to the delighted (wains,
Mount sheer out of the reader's fight, Your jocund songs and rural strains.
Obscurely lot ia clouds and night? Smooth as her areams your oumbers flow,
Then climb your Pegasus with speed, Your thoughts in varied beauties now,
I'll meet thee on the banks of Tweed : Like flowers that on her borders grow.
Not as our fathers did of yore, While I survey, with ravish'd eyes,
To swell the flood with crimson gore; His friendly gift, my valued prize,
Like the Cadmean murdering brood, Where lifler arts, with charms divine,
Each thirsting for his brother's blood. lo their full bloom and beauty line,
For now all hostile rage shall cease; Alternately my soul is bleft.
Lull'd in the downy arms of peace, Now I behold my welcome guest,
Our honest hands and hearts Thall join, That graceful, that engaging air,
O'er jovial banquets, sparkling wine.. So dear to all the brave and fair.
Let Peggy at thy elbow wait, Nor has th' ingenious artist shown
And I Thall bring my bonny Kate. His outward lineaments alone,
But hold-oh! take a special care, But in th'expressive draught design'd,
T'admit no prying kirkman there; The nobler beauties of his mind;
I dread the penitential chair. True friendship, love, benevolence,
What a strange figure should I make, Unstudied wit, and manly sense.
A poor abandon'd English rake; Then, as your book I wander o'er,
A 'squire well born, and dx foot high, And feast on the delicious store
Perch'd in that sacred pillory? (Like the laborious busy bee,
Let spleen and zeal be banith'd thence, Pleas'd with the sweet variety),
And troublesome impertinence, Witii cqual wonder and surprise,
That tells his ttory o'er again : I fee resembling portraits rise.
Ill-manners and his faucy train, Brave archers march in bright array,
And self-conceit, and stiff-rumpt pride, In troops the vulgar line the way.
That grin at all the world beside; Here the droll figures fiyly sneer,
Foul scandal, with a load of lies, Or coxcombs at full length appear.
Intrigues, rencounters, prodigies; There woods and lawns, a rural secne,
Fame's busy hawker, light as air, And swains that gambol on the green,
That feeds on frailties of the fair : Your pen can a&t the pencil's part
Envy, hypocrify, deceit, With greater genius, fire, and art.
Fierce party-sage, and warm debate; Believe me, bard, no hunted hind
And all the hell-hounds that are foes That pants against the southern wind,
To friendship and the world's repose. And seeks the stream through unknown ways ;
But mirth instead, and dimpling smiles, No macron in her teeming days,
And wit, that gloomy care beguiles; I'er felt such longings, such desires,
And joke, and pun, and merry tale, As I to vicw those lofty spires,
And toasts, that round the table sail : Those domes, where fair Edina shrouds
While laughter, bursting through the crowd Her towering head amid the clouds.
In vollies, tells our joys aloud. • Lord Somervile was pleased to fend wie bis ozun fizure, and Mr. Ramsay's workisa
+ The Scilly illands were so called by the ancientía
BY ALLAN RAMSAY.
Hark! the thrill piper mounts on high, The mob of thoughtless lords and beaux, The woods, the streams, the rocks reply,
Who in his ilka action shows To his far-sounding melody,
“ True friendship, love, benevolence, Behold each labouring squeeze prepare
" Unsludy'd wit, and maply sense." Supplies of modulated air.
Allow here what you've said your fell, Observe Croudero's aative bow,
Nought can b’exprelt so just and well: His head fill noddling to and fro,
To him and her, worthy his love, His eyes, his cheeks, with raptures glow.
And every blefling from above, See, see ihe bashful nymphs adyance,
A son is given, God save the boy, To lead the regulated dance;
For theirs and every Som'ri's joy. Flying still, the (wains pursuing, c
Ye wardins round him take your place, Yet with backward glancese" agg.
And raise him with each manly graec; This, this Ahall be the joyousheers
Make his meridian virtues shine, Nor wanton elves that fkim thi greep
To add fresh luftres to his line : Shall be so blest, so blythe, gay,
And many may the mother see Or less regard what dotards say.
Of such a lovely progeny. My Rose Thall then your Thiltle greet,
Now, fir, when Boreas nae mair thuda The Union shall be more complete;
Hail, snaw and fleet, frae blacken'd clouds; And, in a bottle and a friend,
While Caledonia's hills are green, Each national dispute shall end.
And a' her straths delight the een;
While ilka flower with fragrance blows, ANSWER TO THE ABOVE EPISTLE,
And a'the year its beauty shows;
Before again the winter lour, Sir, I had your's, and own my pleasure,
What hinders then your northern tour? On the receipt, exceeded measure.
Be sure of welcome : nor believe You write with so much spirit and glce,
Those wha an ill report would give Sae smooth, sae strong correct, and free;
To Ed'nburgh and the land of cakes, That any he (by you allow'd
That nought what's necessary lacks. To have some merit) may be proud.
Here plenty's goddess frae her horn If that's my fault, bear you the blame,
Pours fish and cattle, claith and corn, Wha've lent'me fic a lift to fame.
In blyth abuydance ;--and yet mair, Your ain tours high, and widens far,
Qur men are brave, our ladies fair. Bright glancing like the first-rate star,
Nor will North Bricain yield for fouth And all the world bestow due praise
Of ilka thing, and fellows couth, On the colle&ion of your lays ;
To any but her Gifter South.Where various arts and turns combine,
True, rugged roads are cursed driegh, Which even in parts first poets shine :
And spears aft roar frae niountains high: Like Mat and Swift ye sing with ease,
The body tires-poor tottering clay, And can be Waller when you please.
And likes with ease at hame to fay; Continue, fir, and shame the crew
While fauls ftride warlds at ilka stend, That's plagu'd with having nought to do, And can their widening views extend. Who fortune in a merry mood
Mine sees you, while you chearfu' roam Has overcharg'd with gentle blood,
On swect Avona's flowery howm, But has deny'd a genius fit
There recollecting, with full view, For action or afpiring wit;
Those follies which mankind pursue; Such kenna how t'employ their time,
While, conscious of fuperior merit, And think activity a crinie:
You rise with a correcting fpirit; Aught they to either do, or fay,
And, as an agent of the gods, Or walk, or write, or read, or pray!
Lash them with sharp fatyric rods : When money, their Fadotum, 's able
Labour divine !- Next, for a change, To furnish them a numerous rabble,
O'er bill and dale I see you range, Viho will, for daily drink and wages,
After the fux or whidding hare, Be chairmen, chaplains, clerks, and pages : Confirming health in purest air; Could they, like you, employ their hours
While joy frae heights and dales resounds, 3. planting these delightiul flowers,
Rais'd by the hola, horn and hounds: Which carpet the pocric fields,
Fatigu’d, yet pleas'd, the chase oatrun, And lasting funds of pleasure yields ;
I see the friend and setting fun, Nae meir they'd gaunt and gove away;
Invite you to the temperate bicker, Or sleep or loiter out the day,
Which makes the blood and wit flow quicka Or walte the nighe damning their fauls
The clock strikes twelve, to rest you bound, Jo deep debauch, and bawdy brawls :
To save your health by Gleeping sound. Whence pox and poverty proceed
l'hus with cool head and healsome breast An early eild, and spirits dead.
You see new day stream frae the eas: Reverse of you;--and him you love,
Then all the muses round you thine, Whose brighter spirit tours above
Inspiring every thought divine;