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Here where the mountains, lefs'ning as they rise,
Lose the low vales, and steal into the skies;
While lab’ring oxen, spent with toil and heat,
In their loose traces from the field retreat;
While curling smokes from village-tops are seen,
And the feet shades glide o'er the dusky green.

AUTUMN, V. I. p. 23.


THYRSIS. YE gentle Muses, leave your cryftal spring ; Let Nymphs and Sylvans cypress garlands bring : Ye weeping Loves, the stream with myrtles hide, And break


bows as when Adonis died; And with your golden darts, now useless grown, Inscribe a verfe on this relenting stone : Let nature change, let heav'n and earth deplore, “ Fair Daphne’s dead, and love is now no more !"

'Tis done and Nature's various charms decay: See gloomy clouds obscure the chearful day! Now hung with pearls the dropping trees appear, Their faded honours scatter'd on her bier. See where, on earth, the flow'ry glories lie ! With her they flourish'd, and with her they die. Ah, what avail the beauties Nature wore ? Fair Daphne's dead, and beauty is no more!

WINTER, V. 1. p. 26.

MESM E S SI A H. NO more the rising Sun shall gild the morn, Nor ev’ning Cynthia fill her filver horn; But loft, diffolv'd in thy fuperior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded blazė, O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine ! The seas fall waste, the kies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; But fix'd his word, his saving power remains; Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns !

MESSIAH, v. 1. p. 36.

WINDSOR FOREST". THE groves of Eden, vanilh'd now so long, Live in description, and look green in song: These, were my breast inspir'd with equal flame, Like them in beauty, should be like in fame. Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, Here earth and water seem to strive again; Not, chaos-like, together crush'd and bruis’d, But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd, Where order in variety we fee, And where, though all things differ, all agree. Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display, And part admit, and part exclude the day; As fome coy nymph her lover's warm address Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress. B 3


There, interspers’d in lawns and op’ning glades,
Thin trees arise that fhun each other's shades.
Here in full light the russet plains extend ;
There, wrapt in clouds, the bluish hills afcend.
E’en the wild heath displays her purple dyes,
And, 'midst the desert, fruitful fields arise,
That, crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn,
Like verdant ifles the fable waste adorn.



NOW Cancer glows with Phæbus' fiery car : The youth rush eager to the fylvan war, Swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround, Rouze the fleet hart, and cheer the op'ning hound. Th’impatient courser pants in ev'ry vein, And pawing, feems to beat the distant plain : Hills, vales, and floods, appear already croft, - And ere he starts, a thousand steps are lost. See the bold youth strain up the threat’ning steep, Rush through the thickets, down the vallies sweep, Hang o'er their coursers' heads with eager speed, And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed.

IBID. P. 454


ABOVE the rest a rural Nymph was fam'd, Thy offspring, Thames! the fait Lodona nam’d;


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(Lodona's fate, in long oblivion caft,-
The Mufe shall fing, and what she sings shall last.)
Scarce could the Goddess from her Nymph be known;
But by the crescent, and the golden zone.
She scorn'd the praise of beauty, and the care ;
A belt her waist, a fillet binds her hair;
A painted quiver on her shoulder sounds,
And with her dart the flying deer she wounds..
It chanc'd, as eager of the chace, the Maid
Beyond the forett's verdant limits stray'd,
Pan faw and lov’d, and burning with desire
Pursu'd her flight, her flight increas'd his fire.
Not half fo swift the trembling doves can fly,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid íky;
Not half fo swiftly the fierce eagle moves,
When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves,
As from the God she flew with furious pace,
Or as the God, more furious, urg'd the chace.
Now fainting, sinking, pale, the Nymph appears ;
Now, close behind, his sounding steps she hears ;
And now his shadow reach'd her as she run,
His shadow, lengthen’d by the setting fun ;
And now his thorter breath, with sultry air,
Pants on her neck, and fans her parting hair.
In vain on Father Thames the calls for aid,
Nor could Diana help her injur'd Maid.
Faint, breathless, thus fhe pray'd, nor pray'd in vain;
“ Ah, Cynthia! ah--though banith'd from thy train,
“ Let me, oh! let me, to the shades repair,
My native shades--there weep, and murmur there.”.


She said, and melting as in tears she lay,
In a soft silver stream diffolv'd away.
The filver stream her virgin coldness keeps,
For ever murmurs, and for ever weeps ;
Still bears the name the hapless Virgin bore,
And bathes the forest where she rang'd before.
In her chafe current oft the Goddess laves,
And with celestial tears augments the waves..
Oft in her glass the musing ihepherd spies
The headlong mountains and the downward skies,
The wat’ry landskip of the pendent woods,
And absent trees that tremble in the floods :
In the clear azure gleam the flocks are seen,
And floating forests paint the waves with green :
Through the fair scene roll flow the ling'ring streams,
Then foaming pour along, and rush into the Thames.

IBID. p. 46.


HAPPY! next him who to these shades retires, Whom Nature charms, and whom the Muse inspires; Whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please, Successive study, exercise, and ease. He gathers health from herbs the forest yields, And of their fragrant physic spoils the fields; With chemic arts exalts the min’ral pow'rs, And draws the aromatic souls of flow’rs ; Now marks the course of rolling crbs on high ; O’er figur'd worlds now travels with his eye;


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