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Unable to take up the cunibrous word, Ye virgins come. For you their latest song Lie quite dissolv’d. Before their maudlin The woodlands raise; the clustering nuts for eyes

you Scem diin, and blue, the double tapers dance, The lover finds amid the secret shade ; Like the sun wading thro' the misty sky. And, where they burnish on the top-inost bough, Then, sliding soft, they drop: Confus'il above, With active vigor crushes down the tree; Glasses and boules, pipes and gazetteers, Oi shakes them ripe froin the resigning husk, As if the table even itself was drunk,

A glossy shower, and of an arden brown, Lie a wet broken scene ; and wide, below, As are the ringlets of Melinda's wair : Is heap'd the social slaughter: where astride Melinda! formn'l with every grace complete; The lubber Power in tilthy triuinph sits. Yet these neglecting, above beauty wise, Slunubrous, inclining still from side to side, and far eranscending such a rulgar praise. And steeps them drench'd in potent sleep till llence from the busy joy-fesounding fields,

In cheerful crror, let us tread the maze Perhaps some doctor, of tremendous paunch, Of Autumn, unconfind; and taste, rerir'd, Awful and deep, a black abyss of drink, The breath of orchard big with bending fruit. Quilives them all; and from his bury'd Rock Obedient to the breeze and beating ray, Retiring, full of rumination sad,

From the deep-loaded bough a mellow shower Laments the weakness of these latter times. Incessant melts away. The juicy pear

But if the rougher sex by this fierce sport Lies, in a soft profusion, scalier'd round. Is hurried wild, lei not such horrid jov

A various sweetness swells the genıle race, E'er stain the bo-om of ihe British Fair. By Nature's all-refining hand prepar'd, Far be the spirit of the chace froin them! Of temper'd sun, and water, earth, and air, Uncomely courage, unbeseeming skill; In ever-changing composition mix'd. To spring the fence, to rein the prancing steed; Such, falling frequent from the chiller night, The cap, the whip, the masculine attire ; The fragrant stores, the wide-projected heaps In which they roughen to the sense, and all Of apples, which the lusty-handed year, The winning softness of their sex is lost. Innumerous, o'er the blushing orchárd shakes. In them 'tis graceful to dissolve at woe; A various spirit, fresh, delicious, keen, With every motion, every word to wave Dwells in their gelid pores; and, active, points Quick o'er the kindling cheek the ready blush ; The piercing cyder for the thirsty tongue : And from the smallest violence lo sliririk Thy native iheme, and hoon inspirer 10o, Unequal, then the loveliest in their fears ; Phillips, Pomona's bard, the second thon And by this silent adulation, soft

IV ho nobly durst, in rhyine-un fetter'd verse, To their protection more engaging Man. With British freedom sing the British song: O may their eyes no miserable sight,

How, from Silurian vats, high-sparkling wines Save weeping lovers, see! a nobler game, Foam in transparent floods ; some strong, ia Thro' Love's enchanting wiles pursu'd, yet sed, cheer In chace ambiguous. May their tender limbs The wiut'ry revels of the laboring hind; Float in the loose simplicity of dress!

And tasteful some, to cool the summer hours. And, fashion'd all to harmony, alone

In this glad season, while his sweetest beants Know they to seise the captivated soul, The sun sheds equal o'er the meekend day; In rapture warbled from love-breathing lips ; Oh lose me in the green delightful walks To teach the late to languish ; with smooth Of Dodington, thy seat, serene and plain ; step,

Where simple Nature reigns, and every view, Disclosing motion in its every charm ; Diffusive spreads the pure Dorsetian downs, To swiin along, and swell the mazy dance ; In boundless prospect; yonder shagg'd with To train the foliage v'er the snowy lawn;

wood, To guide the pencil, turn the tuneful page; Here rich with harvest, and there white with To lend new Havor to the fruitful year,

flocks! And heighten Naiure's dainties: in their race VIeantime the grandeur of thy lofty dome, To rear their graces into second life;

Far splendid, seises on the ravish'd eye. To give Society its bighest taste;

New beauties rise with each revolving day; Well-order'd home, Man's best delight to make; New columns swell; and still the fresh Spring And by submissive wisdom, modest skill,

finds With every gentle care-eluding art,

New plants to quicken, and new groves to green. To raise the virtues, animate the bliss,

Full of thy genius all! the Muses' seat : And sweeten all the ioils of human life : Where in the secret bower, and winding walk, This be the seinale dignity and praise. For virtuous Young and thee they twine the Ye swains now hasten to the hazel-bank :

bay. Where down yon dale, the wildly - winding Here wand'ring oft, fir'd with the restless thirst brook

Of thy applause, I solitary court Falls loare from steep to steep. In close array, Th’ inspiring breeze; and meditate the book it for the thickets and the tangling shrub, Of Nature ever open; aiming thence,

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Warm from the heart, to learn the moral song. As when of old (so sung the Hebrew Bard) Here, as I steal along the sunny wall, Light, uncollected, thro' the chaos urg'd Where Autumn basks with 'fruit-empurpled Ils infant way; nor order yet had drawn deep,

His lovely train from out ihe dubious gloom. My pleasing theme continual prompts my These roving mists, that constant now begin thought :

To smoke along the hilly country, these, Presents the downy peach ; the shining plum; With weighty rains, and melted Alpine snows The ruddy, fragrant nectarine ; and dark, The mountain cisterns fill, those aniple stores Beneath his ample leaf, the luscious fig. Of water scoop'd aipong the hollow rocks; The vine too here her curling tendrils shoots, Whence gush the streams, the ceaseless founHangs out her clusters, glowing to the south, tains play, And scarcely wishes for a warnier sky. And their unfailing wealth the rivers draw.

Turn we'a moment Fancy's rapid flight Some sages say, that where the nunierous wave To vigorous soils, and climes of fair extent ; For ever lashes the resounding shore, Where, by the potent sun elated high, Drill'd thro' the sandy stratum every way, The vineyard swells refulgent on the day; The waters with the sandy stratum rise ; Spreads o'er the vale, or up the mountain climbs, Anid whose angles infinitely strain'd, Profuse, and drinks amid the sunny rocks; They joyful leave their jaggy salts behind, From cliff to cliff, increas'd, the heightend And clear and sweeten, as they soak along. blaze.

Nor stops the restless fluid, niounting still, Low bend the weighty boughs, the clusters clear, Tho'ofi

' amidst th' irriguous vale it springs; Ilalf thro' the foliage seen, or ardent fame, But to the mountain courted by the sand, Or shine transparent; while perfection breathes That leads it darkling on in faithful mare, Wbite o'er the turgent film the living dew. Far from the parent-main, it boils again As thus they brighten with exalted juice, Fresh into day; and all the glittering hill Touch'd into favor by the mingling ray; Is bright with sporting rills. But hence this The rural youth and virgins o'er the field,

vain Each food for each to call th'autumnal prime, Amusive dream! why should the waters lore Exulting rove, and speak the 'vintage nigh. To take so far a journey to the hills, Then comes the crushing swain ; the country When the sweei valleys offer to their toil floats,

Inviting quiet, and a nearer bed? And foains unbounded with the mashy food; Or if, by blind ambition led astray, That by degrees feriented, and refind, They must aspire; why should they sudden stop Round the rais'd ration, pours the cup of joy; Among the briken mountain's rushy dells, The claret smooth, red as the lip we press, And, ere they gain its highest peak, desert In sparkling fancy, while we drain the bowl; Th' attractive sand that charin'd their course The mellow-tasted burgundy, and quick,

along? As is the wit it gives, the gay chanipaiga. Besides the hard agglomerating salts,

Now by the cool declining year condens'd, The spoil of ages would in.pervious choke Descend ihe copious exhalations, check'd Their secret channels; or, by slow degrees, As up the mildle sky iseen they stole, High as the bills protrude the swelling vales: And roll the doubling fogs around the hill. Old ocean too suck'd thro' the porous globe, No more the mountain, horrid, vast, subline, Had long ere now forsook his horrid bed, Who pours a sweep of rivers from his sides, And brought Deucalion's wat’ry times again. And high between contending kingdonis rears Say then, where lurk the vast ciernal springs, The rocky long division, fills the view That like Creating Nature, lie conceald With great variety; but in a night

From mortal eye, yet with their lavish stores Of gathering vapor, from the baffled sense Refresh the globe and all its joyous tribes ? Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far O thou pervading Genius, given to man, The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plain : To trace the secrets of the dark abyss, Vanish ihe woods; the dim-seen river seems O lay the mountains bare ! and wide display Sullen, and slow, io roll the misty wave. Their hidden structure to th’astonished view? Eveu in the height of noon opprest, the sun Strip from the branching Alps their piny load, Sheds weak, and blunt his wide-refracted ray; The huge incumbrance of horrific woods Whence glaring oft' with many a broaden d orb, From Asian Taurus, from Imaus stretch'd He frights the nations. Indistinct on earth, Athwart the roviny Tartar's sullen bounds! Secn thro' the turbid air, beyond the life Give opening Hemus 10 my searching eye, Objects appear; and, wilderd, o'er the waste And high Olympus pouring many a stream! The shepherd stalks gigantic. Till at last O from the sounding summits of the north, Wreath'd dun around, in deeper circles still The Dofrine hills, thro' Scandinavia rollid Successive closing sits the general fog

To farthest Lapland and the frozen main ! Unbounded o'er the world ; and, mingling from lofty Caucasus, far scen by those thick,

Who in the Caspian and black Euxine toil ; A formless grey confusion covers all.

From cold Riphean rocks, which the wild Rus


Believes the * atony girdle of the world ; Unconquerable hand of Liberty,
An all the dreadful mountains wrapt in storm, The stork assembly nieets; for many a day,
Whence wide Siberia draws her lonely foods; Consulting deep, and various, ere they take
() sweep ih'eternal snows! Hung o'er the drep, Their arduous voyage thro' the liquid sky.
That ever works beneath his sounding base; And now their roule design'd, their leaders
Bid Atlas, propping heaven, as Pocts feign,

chose, líis subterranean wonders spend! unveil Their tribes adjusted, clean'd their rigorous The miny caverns, blazing on the day

wings; Of Abrssinia's cloud-compelling cliffs, And many a circle, many a short essay, And of the bending mountains of the moont! Wheel'd round, and round in congregation full, O’ertopping all these giant sons of earth. The figur'd flight ascends; and, riding high Let the dire Andes, from the radiant line The aërial billows, mixes with the clouds. Stretch'd to the snowy seas that thunder round Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls, The southern pole, their hideous deeps unfold ! Boils round the naked melancholy isles Amazing scene ! Behold! the gloons disclose ! Of farthest Thule, and the Atlantic surge I sce the rivers in their infant beds!

Pours in among the storiny Hebrides; Deep, deep, I hear them laboring to get free! Who can recount what transmigration there I sce the leaning sirata, artful strangid; Are annual mace? what nations come and go? The gaping fissures to receive the rains, And how the living clouds on clouds arise ? The melting snows, and ever-dripping fogs. Infinite wings ! till all the plune-dark air, Strow'd bibulous above, I see the sands, And rude-resounding shore are one wild cry. The pebbly gravel next, the layers then

Here the plain barmless native his small dock, Of mingled moulls, of more retentive earths, And herd diminutive of many hues, The gutter'd rocks, and mazy running clefts ; Teuils on the little island's servant swell, That, while the stealing moisture they transmit, (The shepherd's sea-girt reign ; or, to the Retard its motion, and forbid iis waste.

rocks Bencath the incessant weeping of these drains, Dire-clinging, gathers his ovarious food; I see the rocky siphons stretch'd immense, Or sweeps the fishy shore'; or treasures up The mighty reservoirs of harden'd chalk, The plumage, rising full, to forin the bed Or stiff-compacted clay: capacious form’d. Of luxury. And here awhile the Muse, O'erflowing ihence the congregated stores, Iliah-hovering o'er the broad cerulean scene, The crystal treasures of the liquid world, Sees Caledonia in romantic view : Thro' the stirr'd sands a bubbling passage burst; Her airy mountains, from the waring main, And welling out, around the middle siecp, Invested with a keen diffusive sky, Or from the bottom of the bosom'd hills, Breathing the soul acute; her forests huge, In pure effusion flow. United thus,

Incult, robust, and tall, by Nature's hand Th'exhaling sun, the vapor-burden'd air, Planted of old; her azure lakes between, The gelici mountains, that to rain condens'd Pour'd out extensive, and of wat'ry wealth These vapors in continual current draw, Full; winding deep, and green, her fertile Anri send themi o'er ihe fair-divided earth, in bounteous rivers to the deep again,

With many a cool translucent briining flood A social commerce hold, and firm support

Wash'd lovely, from the Tweed (pure parent The full-adjusted harmony of things.

streain, When Antumn scatters his departing gleams, Whose pastoral banks first heard my Doric Warn'd of approaching Ilinter, gather’d, play recd, The swallow-people, and toss'd wide around, With sylvan Jed, thy tributary brook) O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift, To where the vorth-inflated tempest foams The feather'd ediy floats; rejoicing once,

O'er Orca's or Betubium's highest peak : Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire ; Nurse of a people in misfortune's school In clusters clung, beneath the mould'ring bank, Train'd up to harly deeds ; soon visited And where, unpierc'd by frost, the cavern By Learning, when before the Gothic rage sweats,

She took her western flight. A manly race, Or rather into warmer climes comeyd, Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave; With other kindred birds of season, there What still thro’ bleeding ages struggled hard, They twitter cheerful, will the veral months (As well unhappy Wallace can attest, Invite them welcome back; for thronging, now Great patriot hero ! ill-requited chief!) Innumerous wings are in commotion all. To hold a generous undiminish d state ;

Where the Rhine loses its majestic force Too much in vain! Hence of unequal bounds In Belgian plains, won froin the raging deep, Impatient, and by tenipting glory bone By diligence amazing, and the strong

O’er every land, for every land their life The Muscovites call the Riphean mountains Weliki Camenypops, that is, the great stony girdle: because they suppose them to encompass the whole earth. † A range of mountains in Africa, that surround almost all Monomopata,


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Has How'd profuse, their piercing genius, And thro' their lucid reil his soften'd force plann'd,

Shed o'er the peaceful world. Then is the And swell’d the pomp of peace their faithful time toil,

For those whom wisdom and whom Nature As from their own clear north, in radiant charın streams,

To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd, Bright over Europe bursts the Boreal Morn. And soar above this little scene of things; Oh is ihere not some patriot, in whose To tread low-thonghted vice beneath their

power ihat best, that godlike Luxury is plac'd, To sooth the throbbing passions into peace; Of blessing thousanols, thousands yet unborn And woo lone Quiet in her silent walls. Thro' late posterity ? soine, large of soul, Thus solitary, and in pensive guise, To cheer dejected industry? to give

Oft' let me wander o'er ihe russet mead, A double harvest to the pining swain ? And thro’ the sadden'd grove, where scarce is And teach the lab'ring hand the sweets of toil? heard How, by the finest art, the native robe One dying strain, to cheer the woodman's toil. To weave; how, white as hyperborean snow, Haply some widow'd songster pours his plaint, To form the lucid lawn ; with venturous oar Far, in faint warblings, ihro’the tawny copse. How to dash wide the billow ; nor look on, While congregated thirushes, limets, larks, Shamefully passive, while Batavian fleets And each wild throat, whose arıless strains so Defraud us of the glittering finny swarms, That heave our friths, and crowd upon our Swell'd all the music of the swarming shades, shores ;

Robb’d of their tuneful souls, now shivering sit How all-enlivening trade to rouse, and wing On the dead tree, a dull respondent flock; The prosperous sail, from every growing port, With not a brightness waving o'er their plumes, Uvinjur’d, round the sea-irrcircled globe; And nought save chattering discord in their And thus, in soul united as in name, Bid Britain reign the mistress of the deep? O let not, aim'd from some inhuman eye, Yes, there are such. And full on thee, The gun the music of the coming year Argyle,

Destroy, and harmless, unsuspecting harm, Her hope, her stay, her darling, and her boast, Lay the weak tribes a iniserable prey, From her first patriots and her heroes sprung, In mingled murder, Autiering on the ground ! Thy fond imploring country turns her eye; The pale descending ye::r, yet pleasing still, In thee, with all a mother's triumph, sces A gentle mood inspires; for now the leaf Her every virtue, cvery grace combin'd, Incessant russels from the mournful grove; ller genius, wisdum, her engaging turn, Ofi' stariling, such as studious walk below, Herpride of honor, and her courage try'd And slowly circles thro' the waring air. Calm, and intrepid, in the very throat But should a quicker breeze and the boughs Of sulphurous war, on Tenier's dreadful field. Sob, o'er the sky the leafy deluge streams ; Nor less the palm of peace inwreaths thy row? Till choki), and matied with the dreary For, powerful as thy sword, from thy rich tong shower, Persuasion flows, and wins the high debate; The forest-walks, at every rising gale, While mix'd in thee combine the charms Roll wide the wither'd waste, and whistle of youth,

bleak. The force of manhood, and the depth of age. Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields; Thee, Forlies, too, whom every worth attends And, shrunk into their beds, the flowery race As truth sincere, as weeping friendship kind, Their sunuy robes resign. Even what remain's Thee, truly generous, and in silence great, Of stronger fruits falls from the naked tree; Thy country feels thro' her reviving arts, And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all Plann'd by thy wisdom, by thy soul inform'd, around And saidom has she known a friend like thee. The desolated prospect thrills the soul.

But sce the fading many-color'd woods, lle comes ! he comes ! in every breeze the Shade deepening over shade, the country round Power Imbrown: a croucled unbrage, dusk and dun, of Philosophic Melancholy comes ! Of every hue, from wan-declining green His near approach the smilen-starting tear, To sooty dark. These now the lonesome Muse, The glowing check, the mill dejeciet air, Low whispering, lead into their leaf-strown The soften'd feature, and the beating heart, walks,

Pierc'd deep with many a virtuous pang, deAnd give the season in its latest view.

clare. Meantime, light shadowing all, a sober calm O'er all the soat his sacred influence breathes ! Fleeces unbounded ether; whose least ware Inflames imagination ; thro' the breast Stands tremulous, uncertain where to lurn Infuses every tenderness; and far The gentle current : while illumin'd wide, Beyond dim earth exalts the swelling thought, The dewy skirted clouds imbibe the sun, Ten thousand thousand fleei ideas, such


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As nerer mingled with the vulgar dream, Of order'd trees should'st here inglorious range,
Crowd fast into the mind's creative eye. Instead of squadrons Raming o'er the ficid,
As fast the correspondent passions rise, And long-embattled hosts! when the proud foe
As varied, and as high: Devotion rais'd The faithless vain disturber of mankind,
To rapture, and divine astonishment; Insulting Gaul, has rous'd the world to war?
The love of Nature unconfin'd, and, chief, When keen, once more, within their bounds
Of human race; the large anıbitious wish,
To make them blest ; the sigh for suffering Those polish'd robbers, those ambitious slares,

The British Youth would hail thy wise comLost in obscurity ; the noble scorn

mand, Of tyrant-pride; the fearless great resolve; Thy temper'd ardor, and thy veteran skill. The order which the dying patriot draws, The westeru sun withdraws the shorten'd Inspiring glory thro' reniotest iime;

day : Th' awaken'd throb for virtue, and for fame; And humid evening, gliding o'er the sky, The sympathies of love, and friendship dear; In her chill progress, to the ground condens'd With all the social offspring of the heart. The vapors throw. Where creeping waters

Oh bear me then to vast embowering shades, ooze, To twilight groves and visionary vales; Where marshes stagnate, and where rivers To weeping grottos and prophetic glooms;

wind, Where angel-furms athwari the soleinn dusk, Cluster the rolling fogs, and swim along Tremendous sweep, or secm to sweep along; The dusky maniled lawn. Meanwhile the And voices more than human, thro'ihe void Deep-sounding, seise the enthusiastic ear! Full-orb'd, and breaking thro' the scatter'd Or is this gloom too much! Then lead, ye clouds, powers,

Shows her broad visage in the crimson'd east, "That o'er the garden and the rural seat Turn'd to the sun direct, her spotted disk, Preside, which shining thro' the cheerful land Where mountains rise, umbrageous dales deIn countless numbers blest Britannia sees;

scend, O lead me to he wide-extended walks, And caverns deep, as optic tube descries, The fair majestic paradise of Slowe* ! A smaller earth, gives us his blaze again, Not Persian Cyrus on lonia's shore

Void of its flame, and sheds a soster day. E'er saw such sylvan scenes; such various art Now thro' the passing cloud she seems to By genius tir’d, such ardent genius tam'd

stoop, By cool judicious art; that, in the strife, Now up the pure cerulean rides sublinie. All-beauteous Nature fears to be out-done: Wide the pale deluge floats, and streaming mild And there, ( Pitt, thy country's early boast, O’er the sky'd mountain to the shadowy vale, There let me sit beneath the shelter'd slopes, While rocks and foods reflect the quivering Or in that femple † where, in future times, gleam, Thou well shalt merit a distinguish’dname; The whole air whitens with a boundless tide And, with thy couverse blest, catch the last Of silver radiance, trembling round the world. smiles

But when half-bloued from the sky her light, Of Autumn beaming o'er the yellow woods. Fainting, permits the starry fires to burn While there with thee th' inchanted round I With keener lustre thro' the depth of heaven: walk,

Or near extinct her deaden 'd orb appears, The regulater wild, gay Fancy then

And scarce appears, of sickly beamless white; Will tread in thought the groves of Attic land? Oft' in this season, silent from the north Will from thy standard taste refine her own,

A blaze of meteors shoots : ensweeping first Correct her pencil to the purest truth

The lower skies, they all at once converge Of nature, or, the unimpassion'd shades High to the crown of heaven, and all at once For-aking, raise it to the human inind. Relapsing quick, as quickly re-ascend, Or if hereafter she, with juster hand,

And mix, and thwart, extinguish, and renew, Shall draw the tragic scene, instruct her thou, | All ether coursing in a maze of light. To mark the varieri movements of the heart ; From look to look, contagious thro' the What every decent character requires,

crowd, And ev'ry passion speaks : 0 thro' her strain The panic runs, and into wondrous shapes Breathe thy pathetic eloquence! that moulds The appearance throws : Armies in meet array, Th' attentive senate, charms, persuades, exalts; Throng'a with aërial spears, and steeds of fire : Of honest zeal th' indignant lightning throws, Till the long lines of full-extended war And shakes correction on her venal throne, In bleeding 6ght commix'd, the sanguine food While thus we talk, and thro? Elysian vales Rolls a broad slaughter o'er the plains of heaven, Delighted rove, perhaps a sigh escapes : As thus they scan the visionary scene, Mlhat pity, Colham, ihou thy verdant files On all sides swells the superstitious din,

The seat of the Lord Viscount Cobbam.

† The Temple of Virtue in Stowe Gardens.


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