fecond hope furvey,

Stretch'd on the lawn his
At once the chafer and at once the prey.
Lo Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart,
Bleeds in the foreft, like a wounded hart.
Succeeding Monarchs heard the fubjects cries,
Nor faw difpleas'd the peaceful cottage rife.
Then gath'ring flocks on unknown mountains fed,
O'er fandy wilds were yellow harvests spread,
The forefts wonder'd at th' unusual grain,
And fecret tranfport touch'd the confcious fwain.
Fair Liberty, Britannia's Goddefs, rears
Her chearful head, and leads the golden years.
Ye vig'rous fwains! while youth ferments your
[blood,
And purer fpirits fwell the sprightly flood,
Now range the hills, the thickeft woods befet,
Wind the fhrill horn, or fpread the waving net.
When milder autumn fummer's heat fucceeds,
And in the new-fhorn field the partridge feeds,
Before his Lord the ready fpaniel bounds,
Panting with hope, he tries the furrow'd grounds,
But when the tainted gales the game betray,
Couch'd clofe he lies, and meditates the prey;

* William Rufus, fecond fon of William the Conqueror.
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Fock Joem & alle fer pertive tyrants bled,
Bus Does farms while savages were fed.
Freak Nomad the hoody chace began,
å ngut amber, and his prey was man.
On baugh - Norma beads that barb'rous name,
And muss his membing faves the royal game.

es evil d from th' industrious fwains,
on me the ades and from Gods their fanes:
Telkenwas with weeds le cover'd o'er;
The below winds thro' naked temples roar;
Round broken colemas caiping ivy twin'd;
C'e laps often falk'd the stately hind;
The sex ofline to gaping tombs retires,
And waves with bowling fill the facred quires.
Aw'U by dis Nobles, by his Commons curst,
T'espresor rul'd tyrannick where he durst,
Stretch'd o'er the Poor, and Church, his ir
And treats alike his vadals and his

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But fee the man who fi
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fecond hope furvey,

Stretch'd on the lawn his
At once the chafer and at once the prey.
Lo Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart,
Bleeds in the foreft, like a wounded hart.
Succeeding Monarchs heard the fubjects cries,
Nor faw difpleas'd the peaceful cottage rife.
Then gath’ring flocks on unknown mountains fed,
O'er fandy wilds were yellow harvents ípread,
The forefts wonder'd at th' unufual grain,

And secret transport touch'd the conscious swain.
Fair Liberty, Britannia's Goddefs, rears
Her chearful head, and leads the golden years.

Ye vig’rous swains! while youth ferments your
[blood,
And purer fpirits fwell the fprightly flood,
Now range the hills, the thickest woods befet,
Wind the
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Secure they truft th' unfaithful field, befet,
Till hov'ring o'er 'em fweeps the fwelling net.
Thus (if finall things we may with great compare)
When Albion fends her eager fons to war,
Pleas'd, in the Gen'ral's fight, the host lie down
Sudden, before fome unfufpecting town,
The captive race, one inftant makes our price,
And high in air Britannia's standard flies.

See! from the brake the whirring pheasant fprings
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings.
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
Ah! what avail his gloffy, varying dyes,
His purple creft, and fcarlet-circled eyes,
The vivid green his fhining plumes unfold,
His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?

Nor yet, when moist Arcturus clouds the sky,
The woods and fields their pleafing toils deny:
To plains with well-bred beagles we repair,
And trace the mazes of the circling hare.
(Beafts taught by us, their fellow-beafts purfue,
And learn of man each other to undo.)

With flaught'ring guns th' unweary'd fowler roves,
When frofls have whiten'd all the naked groves;

Where

Where doves in flocks the leaflefs trees o'erfhade,
And lonely woodcocks haunt the wat'ry glade.
He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye;
Strait a fhort thunder breaks the frozen fky..
Oft", as in airy rings they skim the heath,
The clam'rous plovers feel the leaden death:
Oft', as the mounting larks their notes prepare,
They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

In genial spring, beneath the quiv'ring fhade,
Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead,
The patient fifher takes his filent ftand,
Intent, his angle trembling in his hand;

With looks unmov'd, he hopes the fcaly breed,
And eyes the dancing cork, and bending reed.
Our plenteous ftreams a various race supply ;
The bright-ey'd perch with fins of Tyrian die,
The filver eel in fhining volumes roll'd,
The yellow carp, in fcales bedrop'd with gold,
Swift trouts, diverfify'd with crimson ftains,
And pykes, the tyrants of the watry plains.

Now Cancer glows with Phœbus' fiery car; The youth rush eager to the fylvan war; Swarm o'er the lawns, the foreft walks furround, Rowze the fleet hart, and chear the op'ning hound.