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In vain, yet vig'rous, he renews his race, Hail, blissful scene ! divine Elysium hail !
From wild ambition free, from dire despair,
Happy the man who in these shades can find Breathless at last with long-repeated toil, That angel-bliss, serenity of mind; Sick’ning he stands-he yields--he falls the spoil. Walk the fair green, or in the grotto lie,
From all the various blooms of painted bow'rs, With hope-strung breast, and hear'n-erected eye! Fair banky wilds, and vallies fring'd with flow'rs, While cheated worlds, by pleasure's lure beWhere Nature in profusion smiles delight,
tray'd, With pleasure sated turns the roving sight. Through rocks and sands pursue the siren maid ; Come then, bright vision! child of heav'nly And, long-bewilder'd, urge the weary chase,
Though still the phantom slips their vain emFrom this fair summit ampler sceues survey ;
brace : One spacious field in circling order eye,
'Tis his with pitying eye to see-to know And active ronnd the far horizon fly;
Whence purest joy's perennial fountains flow. Where dales descend, or ridgy mountains rise, With this exalting charm divinely blest, And lose their aspect in the falling skies.
The dear reflection of a blameless breast: What pleasing scenes the landscape wide dis- Where sweet-ey'd Love still smiles serenely gay, plays !
And heav'nly Virtue beams a brighter ray. Th'enchanting prospect bids for ever gaze. Soft, smoothly-pacing slide his peaceful days, Hail charming fields, of happy swains the care! His own his censure, and his own his praise : Hail happy swains, possest of fields so fair ! Alike to him, both subjects of the grave, Jo peace your plenteous labours long enjoy ; The scepter'd monarch, and the menial slave. No murd'ring wars shall waste, nor fues destroy; Thrice happy he who life's poor pains has laid While westero gales Earth's teeming womb un- In the lone tomb of some sequester'd shade! biud,
More amply blest, if gloriously retird, [fir'd ; The seasons change,and bounteous suns are kind. With learning charın'd, and with the Muses To social towns, see ! wealthy Commerce brings Who nobly dares with philosophic eye, Rejoicing affuence on his silver wings.
Through full creation's bounded orbs to fly; On verdant hills, see! flocks innum'rous feed, Pleas'd, in their well-form'd systems still to find Or thoughtful listen to the lively reed.
The matchless wisdom of th' immortal mind. See! golden harvests sweep the bending plains ; Still charm’d, in Nature's various plan, to trace “And peace and plenty own a Brunswick reigns." His boundless love and all-supporting grace,
The wand'ring eye from Nature's wild domain Ye pompous great! whose dream of glory Attracted, turns to fairer scenes again.
springs Scenes, which to thee, refining Art ! belong, From sounding titles or the smiles of kings : Invite the poet, and inspire the song.
Ye, laureld in the bleeding wreathes of war! Sweet, philosophic Muse! that lov'st to stray And ye, whose hearts are center'd in a star! In woody-curtain'd walks and din-seen day, Say, all ye sons of power and splendour, say, Lead me, where lonely Contemplation roves, E'er could ye boast one unembitter'd day? Through silent shades and solitary groves Cease the vain hope in dazzling pomp to find
Stop, daring foot! the sacred maid is here! Divine content, to humbler lots assign'd;
stray, Assailing storms and parching suns defy. The shade's dim gloom, or vista's op'ning day; A gentle current calmly steals serene,
Soft-sighing groves, where silky breezes fill, In silv'ry mazes, o'er the weeping green, Kiss the smooth plain, and glassy-dimpling rill; Till op'ning bright, its bursting waters spread, la silent vales, by sadly-nourning streams, And fall fast-flashing down a wide cascade. Whereswift-ey'd Fancy wings her waving dreams; A spacious lake below expanded lies,
What sacred awe the lonely scenes inspire ! And lends a mirror to the quiv'ring skies. What joys transport me, and what raptures fire ! Here pendent domes, there dancing forests seem Visions divine, enchanted I behold, To float and tremble in the waving gleam, And all the Muses all their charms unfold.
While gaily musing o'er it's verdant side, Ye, woods of Pindus, and Ætolian plains, Pleas'd I behold the glassy riv'let glide :
No more shall listen to immortal strains : Bright in the verdure of the blooming year, Flow unconcern'd, no Muse celestial sings, Where circling groves their full.blown honours Ye Thracian fountains, and Aonian springs ! wear;
No more your shades shall leave their native Ambrosial daughter of the spicy Spring. (wing ;
shore, While fragrant woodbine scents each Zephyr's | Nor songs arrest your raptur'd currents more. While nectar-footed Morn, approaching, dyes, And thou, Parnassus, wrapt in deep alcoves, lo radiant blush, the rosy:checker'd skies; Mourn, in sad silence, thy forsaken groves : The first fair Eden, o'er th' enchanted plain No more thy warblers rival notes admire, Reviving, smiles, or seeins to smile again, Nor choral zephyrs fill the breathing lyre.
Each drooping laurel bends its languid head; On thee, fair Hackfall! Fancy bends her eye, The strains are vanish’d, and the Muses fled. Longs o'er the diffs and deep'ning lawns to iy.
To nobler hills, where fairer forests grow, Enchanted sees each silv'ry-floating wave To vales, where streams in sweeter accents flow; Beat thy green banks, tby lonely rallies lave: To blooming Studley's more delightful shades And now delighted, now she joys to hear Welcome, ye sacred, ye celestial maids ! Thy deep, slow falls, long-laboring through her Wake the soft lute, here strike the sounding
All-beauteous Nature ! object of my song, Make the groves echo, and the vallies ring; To thee my first, my latest strains belong: Harmonious lead, through rosy-smiling bow'rs, To thee my lays I tune, while envious Art The soft-ey'd Graces and the dancing Hours. In rival charras here courts the raptur'd heart
In awful scenes retird, where gloomy Night Like thee to please, she decks the painted bow'r, Still broods, unbanish'd by returning light; Spreads the smooth lawn, and rears the velvet Where Silence, fix'd in meditation deep,
Row'r : Folds in her arms her fav’rite offspring, Sleep ; With winding arbours crowns the sylvan dale, Musing along the lonely shades I roam
And bends the forest o'er the lowly vale : 'Till beauteous rises a devoted dome;
Bids the loud cataract deep-thund'ring roar, Thy fane, seraphic Piety! low plac'd
Or winds the riv'let round a mazy shore. In sable glooms, by deep'ning woods embrac'd. Ambitious still, like thee, when she beguiles, Nor radiant here the prince of day displays Wins with thy grace, and in thy beauty smiles, His morning blushes, nor meridian blaze:
In this gay dome ? where sportive Fancy plays, · Rolls o'er the world the splendid orb unseen, And imag'd life the pictur'd roof arrays ; 'Till his last glories gild the streaming green ; Proud in thy charms the mimic shines confest, Then sportive gleams through parting columns Beams the soft eyo, and heaves the panting play,
breast. Here waves a shadow, and there smiles a ray. From thee, prime source ! kind-handed goda Just emblem of the man who, free from strife,
dess ! flow Th’uneasy pains that vex the noon of life, The purest blessings that we boast below: Not dazzled with the diamond-beaming zone, To thee its beauty owes this charming scene, Flash of a lace, or brilliance of a stone,
These groves their fragrance, and those plains Courts the last smiles of life's declining ray,
their green: Where Hope exulting reaps eternal day. For thee the Muses wreaths eternal twine, The sacred solitude, the lone recess,
Immortal maid! for every Muse is thiñe. An awful pleasure on my soul impress.
Oh, wou'd'st thou lead me through the bound, Raptures divine through all my bosom glow,
less sky! The bliss alone immortal beings know.
Regions untravell'd by a mortal eye; Ah, knew that sovercign bliss no base alloy, Or kindly aid, while studious I explore Wer't thou, my Farrer! witness to my joy; Those arduous paths thy Newton trod before ! What nobler pleasure could we boast below! There wond'ring should my ravish't eye survey What joy sublimer Heav'n itself bestow! New worlds of being, and new scenes of day. Haste, my gay friend ! my dear associate, haste! But if for my weak wing and trembling sight, Life of my soul, and partner of my breast ! Too vast the journey, and 100 full the light; Quick to these shades, these magic shades retire: Inglorious here I'll tune the lowly reed, Here light thy graces, and thy virtue fire : How rollsthe fountain, and how springs the mead. Here sheds sweet Piety her beams divine,
Or, bear me to the banks, ye saered Nine ! And all the goddess fills her heav'nly shrine. Of beauteous Isis, or the silver Tine ; Celestial maids before her altar move:
To Tine's delightful banks, where, ever gay, White handed Innocence, and weeping Love. The generous lives the peaceful day:
Her tow'ring domes let Richmond boast alone; - still free from passion's fretful train, The sculptur'd statue and the breathing stone: Ne'er felt the thorn of anguish nor of pain ; Alone distinguish'd on the plains of Stowe, His heart-felt joys still Nature's charms improve, From Jones's hand the featur'd marble glow : Her voice is music, and her visage love : Though there unnamber'd columns front the Pleas'd with the change each various season skies,
brings, To fancied gods forbidden temples rise ; Imbrowning autumns, and impurpled springs: Unenvied, Studley, be this pomp of art,
For him kind Nature all her treasures yields, 'Tis thine the pow'r to please a virtuous beart. She decks the forest, and she paints the fields. From this lov'd scene with anxious steps I O say! where bloom those time-surviving trace
groves, Each devious winding of the banky maze; Where ancient bards first sung their sacred lores: To the tall summit of the steep repair,
Those sadly-solemn bow'rs, ye Muses ! say, And view the gay surrounding prospect there. Where once the melancholy Cowley lay? What joys expand my breast! what rapture When long perplext with life's deluding snares, warms !
Her flatt'ring pleasures, and her fruitless cares; While all the landscape opens all its charms : While pleas'd I see, the parting shades between, · Who would not perceive the imitative harThe lake fair-gleaming and the smoother green; mony of this line, and realize to his imagination Through lowly grots where wand'ring shadows the falling of the water?-Editor. stray,
2 Upon an eminence, east of the gardens, Groves gently wave, and glist'ning waters play. stands a bouse of Chinese structure.
Obscure he fled to sylvan shades alone,
CHORUS OF SHEPHERDS.
Shepherd, to thee sublimer lays belong,
The force divine of soul-coinmanding song. When great Eliza's fame the Muse inspir'd ;
These humble reeds bave little learnt to play, When Gloriana led her poet's dreams,
Save the light airs that cheer the pastoral day. D'er flow'ry meadows, and by murm'ring streams. Of the clear fountain, and the fruitful plain Immortal hards! whose death-contemning We sing, as fancy guides the simple strain. lays
If then thy country's sacred fame demand Shall shine distinguish'd with eternal praise,
The high-top'd music of a happier handKnew my poor Muse, like these to soar sublime, Shepherd, to thee sublimer lays belog, And spurn the ruins of insulting Time ;
The force divine of soul-commanding song. Where'er 1 stray, where blooming Flora leads,
AMYNTOR. O'er sunny mountains, and through purple meads;
In spite of faction's blind, unmanner'd rage, Or careless in the sylvan covert laid,
Of various fortune and destructive age, Where falling rills amuse the mournful shade;
Fair Scotland's honours yet unchang'd are seen, Ye, rural fields, should still resound my lay,
Her palms still blooming, and her laurels green. And thou, fair Studley ! smile for ever gay,
Freed from the confines of her Gothic grave, When her first light reviving Science gave, Alike o'er Britain shone the liberal ray,
From Enswith's mountains to the banks of Tay. GENIUS AND VALOUR:
For James 2 the Muses tun'd their sportive A PASTORAL POEM.
And bound the monarch's brow with Chaucer's WRITTEN IN HONOUR OF A SISTER KINGDOM. Arch Humour smild to hear his mimic strain,
And plausive Laughter thrill'd thro' every vein,
When taste and genius form the royal mind,
The favour'd arts a happier era find.
By James belor'd the Muses tụn'd their lyres WHERE Tweed's fair plains in liberal beauty But the dark mantle of involving time
To nobler strains, and breath'd diviner fires. And Flora laughs beneath a lucid sky; [lie,
Has veil'd their beauties, and obscur'd their Long-winding vales where crystal waters lave, Where blythe birds warble, and where green
Yet still some pleasing monuments remain, A bright haird shepherd, in young beauty's Some marks of genius in each later reign. Tun'd his sweet pipe behind the yellow broom.
In nervous strains Dunbar's bold inusic flows, Free to the gale his waving ringlets lay,
And Time yet spares the Thistle and the Rose 3, And his blue eyes diffus'd an azure day.
0, while bis course the hoary warrior steers Light o'er his limbs a careless robe he fung;
Thro' the long range of life-dissolving years, Health rais'd his heart, and strength his firm Thro' all the evils of each changeful age, nerves strung ;
Hate, envy, faction, jealousy, and rage, His native plains poetic charms inspir’d,
Ne'er may his scythe these sacred plants divide, Wild scenes, where ancient Fancy oft retird!
These plants by Heaven in native union tied ! Oft led her Faeries to the Shepherd's lay,
Still may the flower its social sweets disclose, By Yarrow's banks, or groves of Endermay.
The hardy Thistle still defend the Rose ! Nor only his those images that rise
Hail, happy days! appeas'd by Margaret's Fair to the glance of Fancy's plastic eyes;
When rival Valour sheath'd his fatal arms;? His country's love his patriot soul possessid, His country's honour fir'd his filial breast.
When kindred realms unnatural war supprest,
Noraim'd their arrows at a sister's breast.
Kind to the Muse is quiet's genial day;
Her olive loves the foliage of the bay.
With bold Dunbar arose a numerous choir To sound sublimer wak'd bis pastoral reed
Of rival bards that strung the Dorian lyre. Peace, Mountain-echoes ! while the strains pro- Sweet Arethụsa's shepherd breath'd again.
In gentle Henryson's * unlabour'd strain ceed.
IA chain of mountains near Folkstone in
Kent. No more of Tiviot, nor the flowery braes, Where the blythe shepherd tunes bis lightsome the famous old song, entitled Christ's Kirk on the
a James the First, king of Scotland, author of lays ;
Green. No more of Leader's faery-haunted-shore, Of Athol's lawns, and Gledswood banks no more; garet, daughter of Henry VII. on her marriage
3 A poem so called, written in honour of MarUnheeded smile my country's native charms, Lost in the glory of her arts and arms.
to James IV. king of Scots. By Mr. William
* Mr. Robertson Henryson, an ingenious pasplains.
CHORUS OF SHEPHERDS.
Nor shall your tuneful visions be forgot,
Like that strange power by fabling poets feign'd, Sage Bellentynes, and fancy-painting Scott. From east to west bis mighty arms he strain'd. But, O my country ! how shall niemory trace A rooted olive in one hand he bore, Thy bleeding anguish, and thy dire disgrace? In ode a globe, inscrib'd with sea and shore. Weep o'er the ruins of thy blasted bays, From Thames's banks, to Tweed, to Tay he came, Thy glories lost in either Charles's days? Wealth in his rear, and Commerce was his name. When thro' thy fields destructive rapine spread, Glad Industry the glorious stranger hails, Nor sparing infant's tears, nor heary head. Rears the tall inasts, and spreads the swelling In those dread days the unprotected swain Mourn'd on the mountains o'er his wasted plain. Regions remote with active hope explores, Nor longer vocal with the shepherd's lay
Wild Zembla's hills, and Afric's burning shores. Were Yarrow's banks, or groves of Endermay. But chief, Columbus, of thy various coast,
Child of the Union, Commerce bears his boast.
To seek thy new-found worlds, the vent'rons Amyntor, cease! the painful scene forbear, His lass forsaking, left the lowland plain; (swain, Nor the fond breast of filial duty tear.
Aside his crook, his idle pipe he threw, Yet in our eyes our father's sorrows flow,
And bade to Music, and to Love adieu. Yet in our bosoms lives their lasting woe.
Hence, Glasgow fair, thy wealth-diffusing At eve returning from their scanty fold,
But me not splendour, nor the hopes of gain Shepherds, no longer need your sorrows fov, Should ever tempt to quit the peaceful plain. Nor pious dnty cherish endless woe.
Shall I, possest of all that life requires, Yet should Remembrance, led by filial love, With tutor'd hopes, and limited desires,
(zase, Through the dark vale of old afflictions rove, Change these sweet fields, these native scenes of The mounful shades of sorrows past explore,
For climes uncertain, and uncertain seas? And think of miseries that are no more ;
Nor yet, fair Commerce, do kthee disdain, Let those sad scenes that ask the duteous tear, Though Guilt and Death and Riot swell thy tram. The kind return of happier day's endear.
Cheer'd by the influence of thy gladd’ning ray,. Hail, Anna, hail! O may cach Muse divine The liberal arts sublimer works essay. With wreaths eternal grace thy holy shrine !
Genius for thee relumes bis sacred fires, Grav'd on thy tomb this sacred verse remain, And Science nearer to her Heaven aspires. This verse more swect than conquest's sounding
The sanguine eye of Tyranny long clos'd, strain:
By Commerce fosterd, and in peace repos’d, • She bade the rage of hostile nations cease,
No more her miseries when my country mourn'd, The glorious arbitress of Europe's peace." With brighter fames her glowing genius burn'd. She, thro' whose bosom roll'd the vital tide Soon wandering fearless many a Muse was seen Of Britain's monarchs in one stream allied,
O'er the dun mountain, and the wild wood green. Clos'd the long jealousies of different sway, Soon, to the warblings of the pastoral reed, And saw united sister-realms obey.
Started sweet Echo from the shores of Tweed. Auspicious days! when Tyranny no more
O favour'd stream! where thy fair current Rais'd his red arm, nor drench'd his darts in
The child of Nature, gentle Thomson, rose. When, long an exile from bis native plain, Young as he wander'd on thy flowery side, Safe to his fold return'd the weary swain.
With simple joy to see thy bright waves glide, Return'd, and, many a painful summer past, Thither, in all thy native charms array'd, Beheld the green bench by bis door at last. From climes remote the sister Seasons stray'd.
Auspicious days! when Scots, no more opprest, Long each in beauty boasted to excel, On their free mountains bar'd the fearless breast; (For jealousies in sister-bosoms dwell) With pleasure saw their flocks unbounded feed, But now, delighted with the liberal boy, And tun'd to strains of ancient joy the rred.
Like Heaven's fair rivals in the groves of Troy, Then, shepherds, did your wondering sires Yield to an humble swain their high debate, behold
And from bis voice the palm of beauty wait. A form divine, whose vesture flam'd with gold ; Her naked charms, like Venus, to disclose, His rallianc eyes a starry lustre shed,
Spring from her besoin threw the shadowing rose, And solar glories beam'd around his head. Bar'd the pure snow that feeds the lover's fire,
The breast that thrills with exquisite desire ; s Mr. John Bellentyne, archdean of Murray, Assum'd the tender smile, the melting eye, anthor of a beautiful allegorical poem, entitled, The breath fayonian, and the yielding sigh. Virtue and Vice.
One beauteous hand a wilding's blossom grac'd, 6 Mr. Archibald Scott, in the year 1524, trans- And one fell careless o'er her zoneless waist. Jated the Vision, a poem, said to have been writ- Majestic Summer, in gay pride adorn'd, ten in the year 1360. He was the author of the Her rival sister's simple beauty scorn'd. Eagle and the Redbreast also, and several other with purple wreathes her lofty brows were pieces written with uncommon elegance for their
With glowing Bowers her rising bosom crown'd.
In her gay zone, by artful Fancy fram’d, To the rapt youth that musid on Shakespear's
And lazy Sleep 9 unfolded half his eye.
The wreaths that fourish for each valiant son. Yet could she boast the plenty-pouring hand, While Hardyknute frowns red with Norway's The liberal smile, benevolent and bland.
gore, Nor might she fear in beauty to excel,
Paint her pale matrons weeping on the shore. From whose fair head such golden tresses fell; Hark! the green clarion pouring floods of breath Nor might she envy Summer's flowery zone, Voluminously loud; high scorn of death In whose sweet eye the star of evening shone. Each gallant spirit elates; see Rothsay's thane Next, the pale power that blots the golden With arm of mountain oak his firm bow strain ! sky,
Hark! the string twangs--the wbizzing arrow Wreath'd her grim brows, and rollid her stormy
flies : eye;
The fierce horse falls-indignant falls-and dies. “ Behold," she cried, with voice that shook the O'er the dear urn, where glorious Wallace is ground,
sleeps, (The bard, the sisters, trembled at the sound) True valour bleeds, and patriot virtue weeps. Ye weak admirers of a grape, or rose,
Son of the lyre, what high ennobling strain, Dehold my wild magnificence of snows!
What meed from these shall generous Wallace See my keen frost her glassy bosom bare! Who greatly scorning an usurper's pride, [gain? Mock the faint Sun, and bind the fluid air ! Bar'd his brave breast for liberty, and died. Nature to you may lend a painted hour,
Boast, Scotland, boast thy sons of mighty name, With you may sport, when I suspend my power. Thine ancient chiefs of high heroic fame, Put you and Nature, who that power obey, Sools that to death their country's foes oppos'd, Shall own my beauty, or shall dread my sway.” And life in freedom, glorious freedom, clos'd. She spoke: the bard, whose gentle heart ne'er Where, yet bewail'd, Argyle's warm ashes lie, gare
Let Music breathe her most persuasive sigb.
Mute lies his lyre in death's uncheerful gloom, And his own laurels Aourish round his urn.
See Mr. Ogilvie's Ode to the Genius of On Kilda's mountains and in Endermay.
Shakespear. 'Th' ethereal brilliance of poetic fire,
3 Ode to Time. Ibid. The mighty hand that smites the sounding lyre, 9 Ode to Sleep. Ibid. Strains that on Fancy's strongest pinion rise, 10 William Wallace, who, after bravely defendConceptions vast, and thoughts that grasp the ing his country against the arms of Edward I. skies,
was executed as a rebel, though he had takea 10 oath of allegiance,