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The lofty elms in humble majesty
Illustrious parent of the best of men !
Hail heroes, hail invaluable gems,
Is all remitted, who alone possess
A good! untasted by your ancient kings,
And to your very sires almost unknown. From yon bent oaks, in Medway's bosom fair In those blest days when great Eliza reign'd Wonder at silver bleak, and prickly pearch,
O'er the adoring nation, when fair peace That swiftly thro' their floating forests glide. Or spread an unstain'd olive round the land, Yet not even these—these ever varied scenes Or laurell'd war did teach our winged fleets Of wealth and pleasure can engage my eyes To lord it o'er the world, when our brave sires To'erlook the lowly hawthorn, if from thence Drank valour from uncauponated beer; The thrush, sweet warbler, chants th'unstudied | The hop (before an interdicted plant, lays
Shun'd like fell aconite) began to hang Which Phæbus' self, vaulting from yonder cloud | Its folded floscles from the golden vine, Refulgent, with enliv'ning ray inspires.
And bloom'd a shade to Cantium's sunny shores Bat neither tow'ring spires, nor Jofty elms, Delightsome, and in cheerful goblets laught Nor golden Ceres, nor the meadows green, Potent, what time Aquarius' urn impends Nor orchats, nor the russet mantled nymphs To hill the dulsome day-potent to quench Which to the murmurs of the Medway dance, The Syrian ardour, and autumnal ills Nor sweetly warbling thrush, with half those To heal with mild potations; sweeter far charms
Than those which erst the subtile Hengist 9 mix'd Attract my eyes, as yonder hop-land close, T'intbrall voluptuous Vortigern. He, with love Joint-work of Art and Nature, which reminds Emasculate and wine, the toils of war The Mase, and 10 her theme the wand'rer calls. Neglected, and to dalliance vile and sloth - Here then with pond'rous vebicles and teams Emancipated, saw th' incroaching Saxons Thy rustics send, and from the caverns deep With unaffected eyes; his band which ought Command them bring the chalk : thence to the T" have shook the spear of justice, soft and kila
smooth, Convey, and temper with Vulcanian fires. Play'd ravish ng divisions on the lyre :
1 Soon as 'tis form'd, thy lime with bounteous hand | This Hengist mark’d, and (for curs'd insolence O'er all thy lands disseminate ; thy lands Soon fattens on impunity! and rises Which first have felt the softening spade, and Briareus from a dwarf) fair Thanet gain'd. drank
Nor stopt he here; but to immense attempts The strength’ning vapours from nutritious marl. Ambition sky-aspiring led him on
This done, select the choicest hop, ť insert Adventrous. He an only daughter rear'd, Fresh in the opening glebe. Say then, my Muse, Roxena, matchless maid! nor reard in vain. Its various kinds, and from th' effete and vile, Her eagle-ey'd callidity, deceit, The eligible separate with care.
And fairy fiction rais d above her sex, The noblest species is by Kentish wights
And furnish'd with a thousand various wiles The Master-hop yclep'd. Nature to him Preposterous, more than female ; wondrous fair Has givin a stouter stalk, patient of cold, She was, and docile, which her pious nurse Or Phoebus evin in youth, his verdant blood Observ'd, and early in each female fraud In brisk saltation circulates and flows
Her 'gan initiate: well she knew to smile, Indesinently vigorous : the next
Whene'er vexation gallid her; did she weep? Is arid, fetid, infecund, and gross,
'Twas not sincere, the fountains of her eyes Significantly styld the Fryar: the last
Play'd artificial streams, yet so well forc'd Is call’d the Savage, who in ev'ry wood,
They look'd like nature; for ev'n art to her And ev'ry hedge unintroduc'd intrudes.
Was natural, and contrarieties When such the merit of the candidates,
Seem'd in Roxena congruous and allied. Easy is the election; but, my friend,
Such was she, when brisk Vortigern beheld, Would'st thou ne'er fail, to Kent direct thy way, Ill-fated prince! and lov'd her. She perceiv'd, Where no one shall be frustrated that seeks Soon she perceiv'd her conquest; soon she told, Ought that is great or good. Hail, Cantium, With hasty joy transported, her old sire. hail !
The Saxon inly smil'd, and to his isle plastrious parent of the finest fruitse,
The willing prince invited, but first bad
The nymph prepare the potions; such as fire . Salve magna parens frugum, Saturnia tellus The blood's meandering rivulets, and depress Magna virûm; tibi res antiquæ laudis & artis Jogredior, sanctos ausus recludere fontes,
9 See the following story told at large in Lam. Aseralımque cano Romana per oppida carmen.
VIRG. GEORG. 2
barde's Perambalation of Kent.
To love the soul. Lo! at the noon of night Thy young plants will uplift, their virgin arme
Nor frustrate thou their wishes, so thou may'st
Sister of taleful Momus, tunelul Song,
Cut from the widow'd willow, nor provide
Poles insurmountable as yet. 'F'is then
Twice the cold touch of winter's icy hand,
Down tumble the big trees, and rushing roll
O'er the crush'd crackling brake, while in bis
Forlorn, dejected, 'mielst the weeping Dryads
The ash or willow for thy use select,
Unfit for this employ, for nobler ends
Infuriate, like Jove's armour-Bearing bird,
Amaz'd and roaring from the fight recede.--
Fair Philoinel sings love, and every cot And (for thou canst) assist me. Bring with With garlands blooms bedigbt, with - bandage thee
The tendrils bind, and to the tall poll tie,
Else soon, too soon their meretricious arms
Round each ignoble clod they'll fold, and leave And all thy colourings, all thy shapes display. Averse the lordly prop. Thus, have I heard Thou too be here, Experience, so shall I
Where there's no mutual tie, no strong connecMy rules nor in low prose jejunely say,
tion Nor in smooth numbers musically err;
Of love-conspiring hearts, oft the young bride
Has prostituted to her slaves her charms,
While the infatuated lord admires
With the sharp spade thy numerous acres till.
Sovereign of science ! master of the Muse!
Well did you too in this, all glorious heroes!
And time shall bear it to eternity.
Now bloom the florid hops, and in the stream
Shine in their floating silver, while above
HORAT. 's Miraturque novas frondes, & non sua poma, * Mr. John Philips, author of Cider, a poem.
10 At ipse
BOOK THE SECOND .
Tembow'ring branches culminate, and form Joyous; but soon the treacherous gloom betrays
And liberties securr, and to the prowess
Cæsar and Williain! hail immortal worthies, Refulgent stood the conqueror, on his troups Ilustrious vanquish'd! Cantium, if to them, He sent his looks enliv'ning as the Sun's,
Posterity with all her chiefs unborn,
Once more (so prophesies the Muse) thy sons His falchion burn'd; forth from his sevenfold shield Sall triumph, emulous of their sires-till then A basilisk shot adamant; b s bow
With olive, and with hop-garlands crown'd, Wure clouds of fury!-on that with plumage O'er all thy land reign plenty, reign fair peace.
Omnia qne multo ante memor prorisa repones, Astound, the proud bend lowly to the earth,
Si te digna manet divini gloria ruris.
Virg. Geor. lib. 1. The pions matrons tremble for the world. But what can daunt th’insuperable sous
Ars length the Musc her destin'd task resumes Of Cantium’s matchless song? On they proceed, with joy; agen o'er all her hop-land groves All innocent of fear ; each face express'd She seehst expatiate free of wing. Long while Contemptuous admiration, while they view'd For a much-loving, much-lov'd youth she wept, The well fed brigades of embroider'd slaves Sorrowing in silence o'er th’untinely urn. That drew the sword for gain. First of the van, Hush then, effeminate sobs; and thou, my heart, With an enormous bough, a shepherd swain Rebel to grief no more - And yet a while, Wbistled with rustic notes; but such as show'd A little while, induige the friendly tears. A heart magnanimous: the men of Kent
O'er the wild worlal, like Noah's dore, in rain Follow the tuneful swain, while o'er their heads
I seek the olive peace, around me wide The green leares whisper, ‘and the big boughs See! see! the wat'ry waste-In vain forlorn bend.
I call the phenix, fair Sincerily; *Teas thus the Thracian, whose-all quick’ning lyre Alas !--extinguish’d to the skies she Aed, The floods inspir'd, aud taught the rocks to feel, And left no heir behind her. Where is now Enchanted dancing Hæmus, to the tune, (wave, The eternal smile of goodness? Where is now The lute's soft tune! The Auttering branches That all-extensive charity of soul, The rocks enjoy it, and the rivulets hear,
So rich in sweetness, that the classic sounds 'The hillocks skip, emerge the humble vales,
In elegance Augustan cloth'd, the wit And all the mighty mountain nods applause. That flow'd perennial, hardly were observ'd, The conqueror view'd them. and as one that sees Or, if observ'd, set off that brighter gem. The cast abrupt of Scylla, or as one
How oft, and yet huw seldom did it seem ! That from th' oblivious streams of Lethe's pool Have I enjoy'd his converse ? - When we met, Has drank eternal apathy, he stood.
The hours how swift they sweetly fled, and till His host an aniversal panic seiz'd
Agen I saw him how they loiter'd. Oh! Prodigious, inopine ; their armour shook,
Theophilus', thou dear departed soul, And clatter'd to the trembling of their limbs ; What flattering tales thuu told'st me? How Some to the walking wilderness gan run
thou'dst hail Confus'd, and in th’inhospitable shade
My Muse, and to wk'st imaginary walks For shelter sought-Wretches ! they shelter find, all in my hopland groves. Stay yet, oh stay ! Eternal shelter in the arms of death!
Thou dear deluder, thou hast seen but halfThus when Aquarius pours out all his urn He's gone ! aud aught that's equal to his praise Down on some lonesome heath, the traveller
fame has not for me, tho' she prove most kind. That wanders v'er the wintry waste, accepts Howe'er this verse be sacred to thy name, The invitation of some spreading beech
These tears, the last sad duty of a friend.
Oft I'll indulge the pleasurable pain "3 Aurora borealis, or lights in the air; a phemenon whieh of late years has been frequent | Mr. Theophilus Wheeler, of Christ Church, here, and in all the more northern countries. Cambridge.
Of recollection; oft on Medway's banks
That stain the sample, and its worth debase.
Can stop the planter's purposes? Unless
The Heavens frown dissent, and ominous winds
And oft, alas! the long experienc'd wights
(Oh! could they too prerent them) storms fore-
Ye smiling nymphs, th'inseparable train Fly the ticet wild-geese far away3, or else
Or from ber earthly coverlets the ant
Athwart the cope of Hear'n: or sable crows
And last to lare in vain, their unctuous plumes
Struts on some spacious solitary shore.
Signs to presage the show'r; for in the hall
Beneath thy leaden tubes to fix the vase,
Tho' every cloud be fled, yet if the rage
Of Boreas, or the blasting east prevail,
The planter has enough to check his hopes,
Maogle the circling vine, and intercept
3 Nunquam imprudentibus imber
Obsuit. Aut illum surgentem vallibus imis
Aëriæ fugere grues! aut bucula cælum
Suspiciens, patulis captavit naribus auras:
Aut arguta lacus circumvolitavit birundo:
Et veterem is limo ranæ cecinere querelam.
Sæpius & tectis penetralibus extulit ova
Angustum furmica terens iter, & bibit ingens
Arcus, & e pastu decedens agmine magno.
Corvorum increpuit densis exercitus alis.
Ham varias pelagi volucres, & quæ Asia circum
Dulcibus in stagnis rimantur pratra Caystri,
Certatim largos humeris infundere rores;
Nunc caput objectare fretis, nunc currere in ude
Et studio incassum videas gestire lavandi.
Tum cornix plena pluviam vocat improba voce,
Nec nocturna quidem carpentes pensa puellas
Virg. Georg, 1. • The author's youngest sister.
The juice nutricious: fatal means, alas! Conspire to make us happy, dejgn t' aecept
One honest verse; and if thy industry Haste then, ye peasants; pull the poles, the Has serv'd the hopland cause, the muse fore. hops;
bodes, Where are the bins? Run, run, ye nimble maids, This sole invention, both in use and fame More ev'ry muscle, ev'ry nerve extend,
The mystic fan of Bacchus shall exceed. To save our crop froin ruin, and ourselves.
When the fourth nour expires, with careful Soon as bright Chanticleer explodes the night
hand With flutt'ring wings, and hymns the new-born | The half-bak'd hops turn over. Soon as time day,
Has well exhausted twice two glasses more, The bugle-horn inspire, whose clam'rous bray They'll leap and crackle with their bursting Sall rouse from sleep the rebel rout, and tune
seeds, To temper for the labours of the day.
For use domestic, or for sale mature. Wisely the several stations of the bins
There are, who in the choice of cloth t'infold By lot determine. Justice this, and this Their wealthy crop, the viser, coarser sort, Fair prudence does demand; for not without With prodigal economy prefer: A certain method cou'dst thou rule the mob
All that is good is cheap, all dear that's base. Irrational, por every where alike
Besides the planter shou'd a bait prepare, Fair hangs the hop to tempt the picker's band.
T'intrap the chapman's potice, and divert Now see the crew mechanic might and main
Shrewal observation from her busy pry. Labour with lively diligence, inspir'd
When in the bag thy hops the rustic treads, By appetite of gain and lust of praise :
Let him wear heel-less sandal; nor presume What inind so petty, servile, so debas'd,
Their fragrancy barefooted to defile: As not to know ambition? Her great sway Such filthy ways for slaves in Malaga Froin Colin Cloul to emperors she exerts.
Leave we to practise--whence I've oft seen, To err is human, human to be vain.
When beautiful Dorinda's iv'ry hands 'Tis vanity, and mock desire of faine,
Has built the pastry-fabric (food divine That prompts the rustic, on the steeple top For Chrisimas gambols and the hour of mirth) Sublime, to mark the area of his shoe,
As the dry'd foreign fruit, with piercing eye, And in the outline to engrave his name.
She culls suspicious-lo! she starts, she frowns With pride of heart the churchwarıen surveys With indignation at a negro's nail. High o'er the belfry, girt with birds and flow'rs,
Should'st thou thy harvest for the mart deHis story wrote in capitals: “'Twas I
sign, That bought the fount; and I repaired the
Be thine own factor; nor employ those drones pews.
Who've stings, but make no honey, selfisha With pride like this the emulating mob
slaves ! Strive for the mastery–who first may till
That thrive and fatten on the planter's toil. The bellying bin, and cleanest cull the hops.
What then reinains unsung ? unless the care Nur aught retards, unless invited out
To stack tlıy poles oblique in comely cones, By Sol's declining, and the evening's calm,
Lest rot or rain destroy them—"Tis a sight Leander leads Lætitia to the scene
Most seemly to behold, and gives, O Winter! Of shade and fragrance—Then th’ exulting band Of pickers male and female, seize the fair
A landscape not unpleasing ev'n to thee. Reluctant, and with boist'rous force and brute,
And now, ye rivals of the hopland state,
Madum and Dorovervia now rejoice,
How great amidst such rivals to excel !
Let Grenovicum 7 boast (for boast she may) And in such posture place as best may serve
The birth of great Eliza.--Hail, my queen! To bide his cbarmer's blushes. Then with shouts
And yet I'll call thee by a dearer name, They rend the echoing air, and from them
My countrywoman, hail! Thy worth alone both
Gives fame to worlds, and makes whole ages glo.' (So custom has ordain'd) a largess claim.
rious ! Thus much be sung of picking-next succeeds
Let Sevenoaks raunt the hospitable seat Th’important care of curing-Quit the field,
Of Knoll 8 most ancient : awfully, my Muse, And at the kiln th’instructive Muse attend.
These social scenes of grandeur and delight, On your hair-cloth eight inches deep, nor of love and veneration, let me tread. more,
How oft beneath yon oak has amorous Prior Let the green hops lie lightly; next expand
Awaken'd echo with sweet Chloe's name! The smoothest surface with the toothy rake.
While noble Sackville heard, hearing approv'd,
Approving, greatly recompens'd. But he,
Next Shipbourne, tho' her precincts are con
fin'd Coastant and moderate let the heat ascend; Which to effect, there are, who with success
To narrow limits, yet can show a train Place in the kiln the ventilating fan. Hail, leamed, useful mans! whose head and heart 6 Mystica Vannus lacchi. Virg. Georg. i.
7 Greenwich, where Q. Elizabeth was born, s Dr. Hales.
8 The seat of the duke of Dorset.