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STREPION. And lavish Nature paints the purple year? In spring the fields, in autumn hills I love, STREPHON.

| At morn the plains, at noon the shady grove,

While yon slow oxen turn the furrow'd plain. Nor plains at morn, nor groves at noon delight. Here the bright crocus and blue violet glow;

DAPHNÍS. Here western winds on breathing roses blow, Sylvia's like autumn ripe, yet mild as May, I'll stake yon lamb that near the fountain plays, More bright than noon, yet fresh as early day; And from the brink his dancing shade surveys. E'en spring displcases, wlien she shines not here: DAPIINIS.

But, blest with her, 'tis spring throughout the And I this bow!, where wanton ivy twines, year. And swelling clusters bend the curling vines : Four figures rising from the work appear,

.. STREPHON.

Say, Daphnis, say, in what glad soil appears The various seasons of the rolling year ; And what is that, which binds the radiant sky, I Tell ine but this, and I'll disclaim the prize,

A wond'rous Tree that sacred Monarchs bears : Where twelve fair signs in beauteous order lie? | And give the conqucst to thy Sylvia's eyes. DAMON.

DAPHNIS. Then sing by turns, by turns ile Muses sing, No.. Now, hawthorn blossom, now ıhe daisies spring, The Whistle springs, to which the Lily gields :

ses sing, i Nay, tell me first, in what more happy fields Now leavesthe trees, and How'rsadorn the ground; l And then a nobler prize I will resign;.'

For Sylvia, charming Sylvia, shall be thine. STREPHON. Inspire ine, Phæbus, in my Delia's praise,

DAMON. With Waller's strains, or Granville's moving lays !

| Cease to contend; for, Daphnis, I decree A milk-white Bell shall at your altars standı,

The bowl to Strephon, and the lamb to thee : That threats a fight, and spurns the rising sand.

d Blest Swains, whose Nymphsincvery grace excel;

Blest Nymphs, whose Swains those graces sing DAPHNIS. O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize,

so well! And make my tongue victorious as her eyes : )

Now rise, and hastc to yonder woodbine bow'rs, No lainbs or sheep for victims I'll in part;

A soft retreat from sudden vernal show'rs;

(The turf with rural dainties shall be crown'de Thy victim, Love, shall be the shepherd's heart. I ivhil.

Whileop'ning hlooms diffuse theirsweets around. STREPHON.

For, see! the gath'ring flocks to shelter tend,
Ve gente Delia beckons from the plain; And from the Plciads fruitful show'rs descend.
Then hid in shades, eludes her eager swain;
But feigns a laugh, to see me search around,

PASTÖRAL II. SUMMER.
And by that laugh the willing fair is found.
DAPHNIS.

Addressed to Dr. Garth.
The sprightly Sylvia trips along the green; 1. A SHEPHERD's boy (he seeks no better name)
She runs, but hopes she does not ruin unscen; Led forth his Hocks along the silver Thame,
While a kind glance at her pursuer fies Where dancing sunbeamns on the waters play'd,
llow much at variance are her feet and cycs! . And verdant alders foru'd a quiv'ring shade.
STREPKON.

Soft as he mourn'd, the streams forgot to flow, O'er golden sands let rich Pactolas flow, The flocks around a dumb compassion show, And trecs vecp amber on the banks of Po'; The Naiads wept, in ev'ry wat'ry bow'r, Blest Thimes's shores the brightest beauties yield. And Jove consented in a silent show'r. Feed here, my lambs, I'll seek no distant field. Accept, O Garth, the Muse's early lays, DAPHNIS.

That adds this wreath of ivy to thy bays; Celestial Venus haunts Idalia's groves;

Hear what from Lore unpractis'd hearts endure,

From Love, the sole disease thou cans't not cure. Diana Cynthus, Ceres Hybla loves; If Windsor shados delight the matchless maid,

| Ye shady beeches, and ye cooling streams,

Defence from Phæbus, not from Cupid's beanis, Cynthus and Hybla yield to Windsor-shade.

To you I mourn, nor to the deaf I 'sing;
STREPHON.

The woods shall answer, and their echo ring. All nature mourns, the skies relentin show'rs, | The hills and rocks attend my doleful lay --Hush'd are the birds, and clos'd the drooping Why art thou prouder and more hard than they? flow'rs;

The bleating sheep with my complaints agree, If Delia smile, the flow'rs begin to spring,

They parch'd with heat, and I inflam'ıl by thee. The skies to brighten, and the birds to sing. The sultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains, - DAPHNIS.

While in thy heart eternal winter reigns. All nature laughs, the groves are fresh and Where stray, ye Muses, in what lawn or grove, The sun's muild lustre warms the vital air; (fair, While your Alexis pines in hopeless love? If Sylvia smiles, new glories gild the short, In those fair fields where sacred Isis glides, And vanquish'd nature seems to charm no more. Or else where Cam his winding vales divides ?

As

As in the crystal spring I view my face, But soon the sun with milder rays descends
Fresh rising blushes paint the wat’ry glass ; To the cool ocean, where his journey ends :
But since those graces please thy eres no more, On me Love's fiercer famçs for ever prey;
I shun the fountains which I sought before. - By night he scorches, as he burns by day.
Once I was skill'd in ev'ry herb that grew,
And ev'ry plant that drinks the morning dew ; 1 Pastoral*III. AUTUMN.
Ah, wreiched shepherd, what avails thy art,
To cure thy lanıbs, but not to heal thy heart!

Addressed to Mr. Jycherley.
Let othér swains attend the rural care, Beneath the shade a spreading beech displays
Feed fairer flocks, or richer fleeces shcar: : Ilylas and Ægon sung their riral lays :
But nigh yon mountain let me tune my lays, This mourn'd a faithless, that an absent Love;
Embrace iny Love, and bind my brow's with bays. | And Delia's name and Doris fill'd the grore
That flute is mine which Colin's tuneful breath Ye Mantuan nymphs, your sacred succour bring,
Inspir'd when living, and bequeath'd in death : Hylas and Ægon's rural race I sing.
He said — Alexis, take this pipe, the same Thou, whom the Nine with Plautus' wit io.
That taught the grove's my Rosalinda's name : The art of Terence, and Menander's fire ; [spire,
But now the reces shall hang on yonder tree, Whose sense instructs us, and whose humo
For ever sileni, since despis'd by thee.

. charins,

(warmis! Oh! were I made by sone transforming pow'r Whose judgement sways us, and whose spirit The captive bird that sings within thy bow'r! Oh, skil'd in nature ! see the hearts of swains, Then might my voice thy list’ning cars employ, Their artless passions, and their tender pains, And I those kisses he receives enjoy.

| Now setting Phabus shone serenely bright, Aud yet my numbers please the rural throng, And fleecy clouds were streak'd with purple light; Rough Satyrs dance, and Pan applauds the song. When tuneful Hylas with melodious moan The Nymphs, forsaking ev'ry.cave and spring, Taught rocks to weep, and made the mountains Their early fruit and milk white uurtles bring :

groan. Each am'rous nympho prefers her gifts in vain, Go gentle gales, and bear iny sighs away! On you their gifts are all besłow'd again. To Delia's ear the tender notes convey. For you the swains the fairest flow'rs design, As some sad Turtle his lost love deplores, And in one garland all their beauties join And with deep murmurs fills thesounding shores, Accept the wreath which you descrie alone, Thus, far from Delia, in the winds I moura, In whom all beauties are compris'd in one. Alike unheard, uupitied, and forlorn.

See what delighis in sylvan scenes appear! Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs along! Descending gods have found Elysium here." For her, the feather'd choirs neglect their song; In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd, For hier, the limes their pleasing shades deny; And chaste Diana haunts the forest-shade. For her, the lilies liang iheir heads and die. Come, lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours, Ye fon’rs that ciroop, forsaken by the spring; When swains from shearing seek their nightly Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing : bow'rs;

Ye trees that fade when autumn heats remore, When weary reapers quit the sultry field, : Say, is not absence death to iliose who love?, And crownd withicorn their thanks to Ceres yield. Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighis way! This harmless grove no lurking viper hides, Curs'd be the fields that caus'd my Delia's stay; But in my breast the serpent love abides, Fade ev'ry blossom, wither ev'ry tree, Here bees from blossoins sip the rosy dew, Die er’ry flow'r, and perish all but she! Bit your Alexis knows no sweets but you... What have I said? where'er my Delia flies, Oh deign to visit our forsaken seats,

Let spring attend, and sudden flow'rs arise ; The mossy fountains, and the green retreats! Let op'ning roses knotted oaks adorn, Where'er you walk, coolgales shall fan theglade, And liquid amber drop froin ev'ry thorn.

Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade: Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs along! Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall The birds shall cease to tune their evining song, rise, .

The winds to breathe, the waring woods to more, Andall things flourish where you turn your eyes. And streams to murmur ere I cease to love. Oh! how I long with you to pass my days, Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain, Invoke the Muses, and resound your praise ! Not balmy sleep to lab'rers faint with pain, Your praise the birds shall chant in ev'ry grove, Not show'rs to larks, or sunshine to the bce, And winds shall saft it to the pow'rs above. Are half so charming as thy sight to me. But would you siog, and rival Orpheus' strain, Go, gentle gales, and bear my sighs away! The wond'ring forests soon should dance again. Come, Delia, come ; ah, why this long delay? The moving mountains hear the pow'rful call, Thro'rocks and caves the name of Delia sounds: And headlong streams hang list'ning in their fall! Delia, each cave and echoing rock rebounds.

But see, the sliepherds shun the noon-dayhcat, Ye pow'rs, what pleasing phrenzy sooths my The lowing herdeio murm'ring brooks retreat; Do lovers dream, or is my Delia kind? (mind! To closer shades the panting Rocks remove; She comes, my Delia comes ! Now cease, niy lay; Ye gods! and is theij no relief for Love? And cease, ye gales, to bear my siglis away!

Next Ægon sung, while Windsor groves ad- | Thames heard the nunbers, as he flow'd along, mird;

And bade his willows learn the moving song. Rehearse, ve Muses, what yourselves inspir'd. Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful strain!

LYCIDAS. Of perjur'd Doris, dying I complain : | So may' kind rains their vital moisture vield, Here, where the mountains, less'ning as they rise, And swell the future harvest of the field. Lose low the vales, and steal into the skies; Begin ; this charge the dying Daphne gave, While lab'ring oxen spent with toil and heat, | And said, Ye shepherds, sing around my grare! In their loose traces froni the field relrcat; Sing, while beside the shaderi tomb I mourni, While curling smokes from village tops are scen, And with fresh bays her rural shrine adorn. And the fleet shades glide o'er the dusky green. Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful lay!!

THYRSIS. Bencath yon poplar oft we pass' the day: 1 Ye gentle Muses, leave your crystal spring, Ort on the rind 'I carv'd her am'rous vows,

Let Nymphs and Sylvans cypress garlands bring; Whileshewithgarlandshung the bending boughs. / Ye weeping Loves, the stream with myrtles hide, The garlands facle, the vows are worn away; And break your bows as when Adonis died; So dies her love, and so my hopes decay.

Anu will your golde:1 darts, now useless grown, Resound, vehills, resound my mournfulstrain! Inscribe a verse on this relenting stone : Vow bright Arcturus glads the teeming grain, “Let nature change, let heaven and earth deplore! Now golden fruits on loaded branches shine,

" Fair Daphne's dead, and love is now no more!"
And grateful clusters swell with foods of wine; 'Tis done, and nature's various charms decay,
Now blushiny berries paint the yellow grove ; See glooiny clouds obscure the cheerful day!
Just gods! shallall things yield returns but love? Now hung with pearls the dropping trees appcar,

Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful lay! | Their faded honors scatter'd on her bier.
The shepherds cry, “Thy focks are left a prey.” See where on earth the flow'ry glories lie,
Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep,

With her they flourish'd, and with her they die.
Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep? Ah, what avail the beauties nature wore?
Pan came, and ask'd what magic caus'd mysmart, Fair Daphne 's dead, and beauty is no more!
Or what ill eyes inalignant glances dart

For her the flocks refuse their verdant food, What eres but hers, alas ! have pow'r to move: The thirsty heifers shiun the gliding food ; And is there magic but what dwells in love? The silver swans her hapless fate bemaan

Resound, se hills, resound my mournfulstrains! In notes more sad than when they sing their own;
I'll Ay from shepherds, flocks, and flow'ry plains. In hollow caves sweet Echo silent lies,
Froni shepherris, flocks, and plains, Iınay remove, Sileri, or only to her name replies;
Forsake mankind, and all the world-but I ove! Her name with pleasure once she taught theshore;
I know thee, Lore! on foreign mountains bred, Now Daphine's dead, and pleasure is no more!
Wolres gave thee suck, and savage tigers fed : 1 No grateful dews descend froni ev’ning skies,
Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn; Nor morning odors from the flow'rs arise;
Got by fierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born! No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful fieli,

Resound, ye hills, resound my mournful lay! Nor fragrant herbs their native incense yield.
Farewell, ye woods! adieu, the light of day! The baliny Zephyrs, sileni since her death,
One leap from yonder cliff shall end iny pains : Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath;
No more, ve hills, no more resound my strains ! [Th’ industrious hees neglect their golden store ;
Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night, Fair Daphine's dead, and sweetness is no more!
The skies yet blushing with departing light; T Nomorethemountinglarks, whileDaphnesings,
When calling dews withspanglesdeck'd the glade, Shall, list ning in mid air, suspend their wings,
And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade. No more the birds shall imitate her lay's,
PASTORAL IV. WINTER.

Or, hush'd with wonder, hearken from thesprays;

No more the streams their murniurs shall forbear, To the Memory of Airs. Tempèse.

A sweeter music than their own to hear;
LYCIDAS.

But tell the reeds, and tell the vocal shore,
THYRSIS, the music of that murm'ring spring Fair Daphne 's dead, and music is no more.
Is not so mournful as the strains you sing; | Her fåte is whisper'd by the gentle breeze,
Nor rivers winding through the valcs below and told in sighs to all the trembling trees;
So sweetly warble, or so sinoothly flow. . The trembling trees, in cv'ry plain and wool,
Now sleeping flocks on their soft fleeces lie, Her fate re-murmur to the silver flood;
The moon, serene in glory, mounts the sky, The silver flood, so lately calm, appears
While silent birds forget iheir tuneful lays, Swell’d with new passion,ando'erflows withtears.
Ob sing of Daphne's fate and Daphne's praise ! The winds, and trees and foods, her death deplore,
THYRSIS.

Daphne, our grief, our glory now no more! Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, Bui see! wbere Daphne wond'ring mounts on Their beauty wither'd, and their verdure lost. Above the clouds, above the starry ský! [high, Here shall I try the sweet Alexis' strain, Eternal beauties grace the shining scene, That call'd the lia’ning Dryads to the plain! |Fields ever fresh, and groves for ever green!

There,

There, while you rest in amaranthine bow'rs, SeePan with flocks, with fruits Poniona crown'd; Or from those meads select unfading Pow'rs, Here blushing Flora paints ili'enamelld ground, Behold us kindly, who your name implore, Here Ceres' gists in waving prospect stand, Daphne, our goddess, and our grief no inore! And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand; LYCIDAS.

Rich Industry sits smiling on the plains, Howall things listen whilethy Muse complains! And peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns. Such silence waits on Philomela's strains

| Not thus the land appear'd in ages past, In some still cv'ning, when the whisp'ring breeze A dreary desart, and a gloomy waste; Pants on the leaves, and dies upon the trees.

|To savage beasts and savage laws a prey;

Il To thee, bright goddess, oft a famnb shall bleed. And kings more furious and severe than they: If teeming ewes increase my fleecy breed. [give,

'Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and foods, While plants their shade, or flow'rs their odors The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods: Thy naine, thy honor, and thy praise shall live!

bilCities laid waste, they storm'd the dens and caves

(For wiser brutes were backward to be slaves), THYRSIS.

What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd, But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews; And ev'n the elements a tyrant sway'd ? Arise, the pines a noxious chade diffuse;

In vain kind seasons swell'd the teeming grain, Sharp Boreas blows, and nature feels decay;

Softshowr's distillid, and sunsgrew warın in vain; Time conquers all, and we must Time obey. The swain with tears his frustrate labor vieldi' Adieu, ye vales, ye mountains, streams, and And famish'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields. groves;

What wonder then, a beast or subject slain Adieu, ye shepherds' rural lays and loves;

Were equal crimes in a despotic reign? Adieu, my flocks; farewell, ye sylvan crew;

Both doom'd alike for sportive tyrants bled; Daphne, farewell; and all the world adieu ! But while the subject starv'd, the beast was fed.

Proud Nimrod first the bloody chace began; $ 5.' Vindsor-Forest. Pope.

A mighty hunter, and his prey was man:

Our haughty Norman boasts that barb'rous name, To the Rt. Hon. George Lord Lansdown.

And makes his trembling slaves the royal game. The forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats, | The fields are ravish'd from th'industrious swains. At once the Monarch's and the Muses' seats, From men their cities, and from gods their fanes. Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids! | The levell'd towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er; Unlock your springs, and open all your shades. The hollow winds thro' naked temples roar; Glanville commands; your aid, O Muses bring! Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd; What Muse for Granville can refuse to sing? JO'er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately hind;

The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long, The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires; Live in description, and look green in song: And savage howlings fill the sacred quires. These, were my breast inspir'd with equal flame, Aw'd by his nobles, by his commons curst, Like them in beauty, should be like in fame. Th' oppressor rul'd tyrannic where he durst; Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, Stretch'd o'er the poor and church his iron rod, Herc earth and water seem to strive again! And serv'd alike his vassals and his God. Not, chaos-like, together crush'd and bruis'd, sw'hom ev'n the Saxon spar'd, and bloodyDane, But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd: The wanton victims of his sport remain. Where order in variety we see,

But see, the man who spacious regions gave And wherc, tho' all things differ, all agree. A waste for beasts, higiself denied a graye! Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display, (Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope survey, And part admit, and part exclude the day; | At once the chaser, and at once the pry: As some coy uymph her lorer's warm address (Lo! Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart, Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress. | Bleeds in the forest like a wounded hart. There interspers'd in lawns and op'ning glades, Succeeding monarchs heard the subject's cries, Thin trees arise that shun each other's shades: Nor saw displeas'd the peaceful cottage rise. Here, in full light the russet plains extend; Then gath'ring flockson unknown mountains fed; There, wrapt in clouds, the bluish hills ascend. O'er sandy wilds were yellow harvests spread; Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes, The forests wonder'd at the unusual grain, And 'midst the desart fruitful fields arise, And secret transport touch'd the conscious swain, That, crown'd with tufted trees and fringing corn, Fair Liberty, Britannia's Goddess, rears Like verdant igles, the sable waste adorn. Her cheerful head, and leads the golden years. Let India boast her plants, nor enry we i

Ye vig'rous swains! while youth ferniepts your The weeping amber or the balıny tree, | And purer spirits swell the sprightly floort, blood, While by our oaks the precious loads are borne, Now range the hills, the gameful woods beset, And realis commanded which those trees adorn, Wind the shrill horn, or spread the waring net. Not proud Olympus yields a nobler sight, When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds, The gods assembled grace his tow'ring height, And in the new-shom field the partridge feeds, Than what more humble nountains offer here, Before his lord the ready spaniel bounds, 11 here, in their blessings, all those gods appear. Panting with hope, he tries the furrow'd ground;

But

But wben the tainted gales the game betray, Whose care, like hers, protects the sylvan rcigni,
Couch'd close he lies, and meditates the prey: The earth's fair light, and Empress of the main.
Secure they trust th' unt vithful field besci, Here too, 'tis sung of old Diana stray'd,
Til hov'ring o'er 'em sweeps the swelling net. And Cynthus' top forsook for Windsor-shade;
Tlus(if sınall things we maywith great compare) Ilere was she seen o'er airy wastes to rove,
When Albion sends her eager sons to war, Seck the clear spring, or haunt the pathless grove;
Some thoughtless town, with ease and plentyblest, Here aruid with silver bows, in early dawn,
Wear, and more near, the closing lines invest; Her buskin'd Virgins trac'd the dewy lawn.
Sudden they seise th’amaz'd, defenceless prize, | Above the rest a rural nymph was fain'd,
And high in air Britannia's standard Hies. Thy offspring, Thames! the fair Lodona nam'd
See! from the brake the whirring pleasant (Lorona's fate, in long oblivion cost,
springs,

Thelluse shallsing,and what she sings shall last): And mounts exulting on trinnplant wings : · Scarce could the goddess from her nyinph be Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,

known, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. But by the crescent, and the golden zone. Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, She scorn'd the praise of beauty, and the care; His purple crest and scarlet-circler eyes,

A belt her waist, a fillet binds her hair; The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, A pointed quiver on her shoulder sounds, His painted wings, and breast that fames with And with her dart the flying deer she wounds gold !

It chanc'd, as, eager of the chace, the maid Nor yet, when moist Arcturus clouds the sky, (Beyond the forest's verdant limits stray'd, The woods and fields their pleasing toils deny. Pan saw and lov'd; and, burning with desire, To plains with well-breath'd beagles we repair, Pursu'd her Aight; her flight increas'd his fire. And trace the mazes of the circling hare:

Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, (Beasts, ury'd by us, their fellow beasts pursue, When the fierce cagle cleaves, the liquid sky; And learn of mail each other to undo): [roves, Not half so swiftly the fierce cagle mores, With slaught'ring guns th' unwearied fowler When thro' the clouds he drives the trenbling When frosts have whitend all the naked groves; doves; Where dores in flocks the leafless trees o'ershade, As from the god she flew with furious pace, And lonely woodcocks haunt the wat'ry glade. Or as the god morc furious urg'd the chace. Helifis the tube, and levels with his eve; Now fainting, sinking, pale, the nymph appears; Straight a short thunder breaks the frozen sky: Now close behind his sounding sieps she hears s Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, And now his shadow reach'd her as she run, The clanı'ronts lapwings feel the leaden death; His shadow lengthen’d by the setting sun ; Oft, as the mounting larks their chroats prepare, And now his shorter breath, with sultry air, They fall, and leave their little lives in air. Pants on her neck, and fans her parting hair.

In genial spring, beneath the quiv'ring shade, In vain on father Thames she calls for aid, Where cooling vapors breathe along the mead, Nor could Diana help her injur'd maid. The patient fisher takes his silent stand, |Faint, breathless, thus she pray'd, nor pray'd in Intent, his angle trembling in his hand :

vainWith looks unmov'd he hopes the scaly breed, " Ah Cynthia! ah~tho'banish'd from thy train, And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed, “ Let me, O let me, to the shades repair, Our plenteous streams a various race supply: "My native shades—there weep, and murmur The bright-eyed perch, with fins of Tyrian dye; She lay, and melting as in tears she lay, (there." The silver eel, in shining volumes rollid; In a soft silver stream dissolv'd away. The yellow carp, in scales bedrope with gold; The silver stream a virgin coldness keeps, Swifi trouts, diversified with criingon stains; For ever murinurs, and for erer weeps; And pikes, the tvrants of the wat'ry plains. Srill bears the naine the hapless virgin bore,

Now Caneer glows with Pircebus' fiery car; And bathes the forest where she rang'd before. The youth rush ciger to the sylvan war, In her chaste current oft the goddess lares, Swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround, And with celestial tears augments the wares. Rouse the flect hart, and cheer the openinghound. Oft in her glass the inusing shepherd spies Th' inpaticnt courser pants in crery rein, Theheadlong mountains and thedownward skies, And pawing scens to beat the distant plain : The wat'sy landskip of the pendent woods, Hills, sales, and floods, appcar already crossid, And absent trees that tremble in the floods; And ere he starts a thousand steps are lost. In the clear azure gleam the flocks are scen, See the bold youth strain up the threat'ning steep, And floating forests paint the waves with grecny Rush thro' the thickets, down the valley sweep, Thro' the fair scene rollslow the ling'ringstreanis, Mang o'er their coursers' heads with eager speed, Then foaming pour along, and rush into sho And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed.

Thames. Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain,

Thou, too, great father of the British flood.? Th' immortal huntress, and her i irgin train ; With joyful pride survey’st the lofty woods; Nor envy, Windsor! since thy shades have seen Where tow'ring oaks their growing honors rear, As bright a Goddess, and as chasiga Queen : And future natives on thy shores appear:

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