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Mechanie; nor the heaven-conductedprow woods. After a gentle dufky day, mocn-lighi. Of navigation bold, that fearless braves

Autumnal n.etecrs. Morning; to which succeeds The burning line, or dares the wintry pole; a calm, pure, fun-fhiny day's suen as usually shuts Mother severe of infinite delights!

up the season. The har vejt being gathered in, the Norling, fave rapine, indolence and guile, 1770 country diffelved in joy. The whole concludes And woes on woes, a still-revolving train! with a panegyric on a philofophical country life. Whole horrid circle had made human life

VROWN'D with the fickle and the wheaten thee, Curs are the plans of policy and peace :

While Autumo, nodding o'er the yellow plain, To live like brothers, and, conjunctive all, 1775 Comes jovial on, the Doric reed once more, Embellish life. While thus laborious crowds Well plcas'd, I tune. Whate'er the Wintry Ply the tough oar, Philofophy directs

frost The ruling helın; or, like the liberal breath Nitrous prepar'd, the various-blossom'd Spring 5 Of potent Heaven, invisible, the fail

Put in white promiłe forth, and Summer-luns Swells out, and bears the interior world along. Concocted ftrong, rush boundless now to view,

Nor to this evanescent fpeck of earth 1781 Full, perfect all, and swell my glorious theme. Poorly confin', the radiant tracts on high

Onslow! the Muse, ambitious of thy name, Ara her exalted range, intent to gaze

To grace, inspire, and dignify her song, Creation thro', and, from that fullcomplex Would from the Public Voice thy gentle car Of never-ending wonders, to conceive 1795 A while engage. Thy noble cares she knows, of the sole Being right, who spoke the word, The patriot virtues that distend thy thought, And Nature mov'd complete. With inward Spread on thy front, and in thy bofom glow, view

While lift'oing senates hang upon thy tongue, 15 Thence on th' ideal kingdom (wift she turns Devolving thro' the maze of cloquence Hier eye, and inftant, at her powerful glance, A roll of periods sweeter than her song. Th’obedient phantoms vanish or appear, 1790 But the, too, pants for public virtue; the, Compound, divide, or into order Mift,

Tho' weak of power, yet strong in ardent Each to his raak, from plain perception up

will, To tbe fair forms of Fancy's Heeting train; Whene'er her country rushes on her heart, To reaton then, deducing truth from truth,

Afsuines :: bolder note, and fondly tries And notion quite abftract, where first begins 1795 To mix the patriot's with the poet's fame. The world of spirits, action all, and life

When the bright Virgin gives the beauteous Unfetter'd and unmix'd. But here the cloud, days, So wills eternal Providence, 'fits deep:

And Libra weighs in equal scales the year, Enough for us to kyow that this dark ftate, From heaven's high cope the fierce effulgence In wayward pallious loit and vaio pursuits, 1800


25 This infancy of being, cannot prove

Of parting Summer, a serener blue, The final issue of the works of God,

With golden light erliven’d, wide invests By boundless love and perfect wisdom form’d,,

The happy world. Attemper'd funs arife;
And ever rifing with the riling inind,

Sweet-beam'd, and shedding oft' thro' lucid clouds
A pluasing calm, while broad and brown, below,
Extensive harvests hang the heavy head.

31 Rich, flent, deep, they stand; for not a gale Rolls its light billows o'er the bending plain :

A calm of plenty! till the ruffled air

Falls from its poise, and gives the breeze to blow.
Rent is the fieccy mantle of the sky,

The clouds Hly different, and the sudden fun

By fits effulgent gilds th' illumin'd field,
And black, hy fits, the shadows sweep along :

A gaily-checker'd beari-expanding view, 40 THE subject proposed. Addrested to Mr. Onilow, Far as the circling eye can foot around,

4 prospect of the fields ready for harvest. Reflec- | Unbounded toiling in a flood of corn. sions in praise of indufiry, ruised by that viert. Reaping. A Tule relative to it. A har mest form. Whom labour fiill attends, and sweat, and pain ;

These are thy blelings, Industry! rough power! Sicoting and hunting, their barbarity. A ludi- Yet the kind source of every gentle art, ci ous account of Fox-huriing. A vieru of an or


And all the soft civility of life : chard. Wull-fruit. A vineyard. A description Raifer of huinan kind! by Nature cast of fogs frequent in the lutter part of Autumn; Naked, and helpless, out amid the woods wher.ce a digrefion, inquiring into the rise of And wilds, to rude inclement elements; fountains and rivers, Birds of feofon confidereil, with various feeds of art deep in the mind shat now shift their habitation. The frodigi- Inplanted, and profusely pour'd around

50 ous rumber of them that cover the northern and Materials infinite, but idle all. Wellern ifles of Scotland; hence a view of the still unexerted in th’unconscious breast ccuniry. A proffect of the disceloured, fading | Slept the lethargic powers ; Corruption still,



Voracious, swallow'd what the liberal hand

55 Then Commerce brought into the public walls of Bounty featter'd o'er the favage year ;

The busy nierchant; the big warehouse built, 119 And still the sad barbarian, roving, mix'd Rais'd the strong crane, chokid up the loaded With beatts of prey, or for his acorn-neal

street Fought the fierce tulky boar : a livering wretch ! With foreign plenty, and thy stream, o Thames ! Agliaft, and comfortless, when tlic bleak North, Large, gentle, deep, majeftic, king of floods ! With Winter charg'd, let the mix'd tempeft fly, Chote for his grand refort. On either hand, Hail, rain, and snow, and bitter-breathing frost; Lile a long wintry forest, froves of mafts Then to the thelter of the hut he fed,

Shot up their spires ; the bellying sheet between And the wild seafou, fordid, pin'd away : Poffess'd the breezy void; the footy hulk For home he had not; home is the resort 65 Steer'd nuggish on; the splendid barge along Of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where Row'd, regular, to harmony; around Supporting and supported, polith'd friends The boat, light-kimming, stretch'd its pary And dear relations mingle into bliss.

wings; But this the rugged savage never felt,

While deep the various voice of fervent Toil 13o E’en defolate in crowds; and thus his days 70 From bank to bank increas'd; whence ribb'a Roll'd heavy, dark, and unenjoy'd along !

with oak, A wafte of time! till Industry approaclid,

To bear the British thunder, black and bold, Kpd rous'd him from his miserable floth; The roaring vessel ruli'd into the main. His faculties unfolded, pointed out

The too, the pillard dome magnific heav'd Where lavish Nature the directing hand 75

Its ample roof, and Luxury within

135 Of Art demanded ; Mew'd him how to raise Pour'd out her glittering stores: the canvas His feeble force by the mechanic powers,

fmooth, To dig the mineral from the vaulted earth, With glowing life protuberant, to the view On what to turn the piercing rage of fire,

Embodied roie; the statue seem'd to breathe On what the torrent and the gather'd blast; 80 And foften into flesh, beneath the touch Gave the tall ancient forest to his axe;

Of forming Art, imagination-flush'd. 140 Taught him to chip the wood and hew the stone, All is the gift of liduftry'; whate'er Tillby degrees the finitli'd fabric rose;

Exalts, enibellimes, and renılers life Tore from his limbs the blood-polluted fur, Delightfu'. Penfive Winter, cheer'd by him, And wrapt them in the woolly vestment warm, 85 Sits at the social fre, and happy hears Cr bright in glofiy filk and tiowing lawn; Th’exciudes tempest idly rave along ; 145 With wholetome viands fill'd his table, pour'd

His harder'd singers deck the gaudy Spring ; The generous glass around, inspird to wake

With him Summer weré an arid waste, The life-refining foul of decent Wit ;

Nor to th' Autumnnal months could thus tranfmit Nor stopp'd at barren bare neçelity,


Those full, mature, imneisurable stores, But still advancing bolder, led him on

That, waving roum, recall my wandering fong. To pomp, to pleasure, elegance and grace ; Sooo as the morning trembles o'er the iky, 151 And breathing high ambition thro' his foul, And unperceiv'd unfold, the spreadir.g day, Set science, wisdom, glory, in his view,

Before the ripened field the reapers ftand And bade him be the Lord of all below.


In fair array, each by the lass he loves, Then gathering men their natural powers com- To bear the rougher part, and mitigate,

155 bin'd,

By nameleis gentle offices, her toil. And form'd a public, to the general good At once they stoop and swell the luity Teaves, Submitting, aiming, and conducting all

While thro' their cheerful band the rural talk, For this the patriot Council met, the full,

The rural scandal, and the rural je it,
The free, and fairly represented Whole; Fly harmless, tò deceive the terlious time,

160 For this they planu'd the holy guardiani laws, And steal, unfult, the sultry lours away. Distinguish'd orders, aniinated arts,

Behind the master walks, builds up the shocks, And with joint force Oppre Non chaining, let . And, conscious, glancing oft' on every fide Imperial Justice at the helm; yet fil

His fatesi eye, feels his heart heave with joy, To them accountable : nor favith dream'd 105 The çleaners spread around, and here and there, That toiling millions must refign their wcal, Spike after spike, their scanty harveft pick.

166 And all the honey of their search, to such Re not too narrow, Hufandmen! but Hing As for themselves alone theniselves have rais'u. From the full theaf, with charitable stealth, Hence every form of cultivated life

The liberal handful. Think, oh, grateful think! In order set, protected, and inspird,

How good the God of Harvest is to you, 170 Into perfection wrought. Uniting all,

Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields, Society grew num'rous, high, polite,

While there unhappy partners of your kind And happy. Nurse of art! the City rear'd, Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of hearin, In beauteous přide, her tower-encircled bead, And all their humble dole. The various turns And, stretching strect on street, by thousands Of Fortune ponder; that your fons may want 175 drew,


What now, with hard reluctance, faint, ye give. From twining woody haunts, or the cougb yew The lovely young Lavinia once had friends, To bows strong-training, her aspiring ions. And Fortune smild, deceitful, on her birth:






For in her helpless years depriv'd of all,

" Recalls that patron of my happy life,' Of every stay, fave Tanocence and Heaven, ISO “ From whom my liberal fortune took its rise, She with her widowed motber, feeble, old, “ Now to the dust gone down, his houses, lands, And poor, liv'd in a cottage, far retird

“ And once fair-Spreading family diffolvid. 246 Among the windings of a woody vale;

or 'Tis faid that in some lone obfcuire retreat, By solitude and deep surrounding shades, “ Urg'd by remembrance sad, and decent pride, But more by bashful modefty, conceal'd.

" Far from those scenes which know their better Together thus they thunn'd the cruel fcorn

days, Which Virtue, sunk to poverty, would meet " His aged widow and his daugliter live, From giddy Pallion and low-minded Pride : “ Whom yet my fruitless fearch could never fini. Alınost on Nature's common bounty fed,

« Romantic wisn! would this the daughter were !" Like the gay birds that fung thein to repose, 190 When, ftrict enquiring, from herself he found Content, and careless of to-morrow's fare. She was the same, the daughter of his friend, Her form was fresher than the morning rose, Of bountiful Acasto, who can speak When the dew wets its leaves; unftain'd and The mingled passions that surpriz'd his heart, pure,

And thro' bis nerves in Thivering transport ran? As is the lily or the mountain-snow.

Then blaz'd his finother'd flaine, avow'd, and! The modest virtues mingled in her eyes,


bold; Still on the ground, dejected, carting all

And, as he view'd her, ardent, o'er and o'er, Their humid leams into the blooming tiowers ; Love, Gratitude, and Pity, wept at once. 260 Or when the mournful tale her mother told, Confus’l, and frightend at his sudden tears, Of what her faithless fortune promis'd once, Her riling beauties Auft'd a higher bloom, Thrill'd in her thought, they, like the dewy far As thus Palemon, pasionáte and juít, Of evening, shone in tears. A native grace 201 Pour'd out the pious rapture of his foul. Sat fair proportion'd on her polil'd limbs, And art thou, then, Acasto’s dear remains ? 265 Veil'd in a fimple robe, their best attire,

« She who.n my restless gratitude has sought Beyond the pomp of dress ; for Loveliness. “So long in vain ? O heavens! the very fame, Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, 205

“ The foften'd image of my noble friend; (But is, when unadorn’ı!, adorn'd the most.) « Alive his every look, his every feature, Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's felf, « More elega' tly touclil. Sweeter than Spring, Recluse amid the close embowiring woods. « Thou sole surviving blossom from the root 271 As in the hollow breast of Appenine,

“ That nourisu'd up my fortune ! Say, ah where,'
Beneath the shelter of encircling hills, 210 « In what sequefier'd dcfart hast thou drawn
A myrtle rises, far from liumar cye,

“ The kindest aspect of delighted Heaven!
And breathes its baimy fragrance o’er the wild, « In such beauty spread, and blown fo fair, 275
So fourith'd blooming, and unseen by all, “ Tho' poverty's cold mind, and crushing rain,
The Iweet Lavinia ; till, at length, compellid “ Beat keen and heavy on thy tender years ?
By strong Neceffity's supreme conimand, 215

« let me now into a richer foil
With smiling Patience in her looks, she went « Transplant thee safe ! where vernal suns and
To gleán Palemon's fields. The pride of fwains Thowers
Palemon was ! the generous, and the rich ! “ Diffuse their warmest, largest influence, 290
Who led the rural life in all its joy

“ And of my garden he the pride and joy!
And elegance, such as Arcadian song

« Ill it befits thee, oh it ill befits
Transmits from ancient uncorrupted times, « Acasto's daughter, his whose open stores,
When tyrant Custom had not shackled Man, « Tho'vast, were little to his ampler heart,
But free to follow Nature was the mode.

« The father of a county, thus to picks
He then, his fancy with Autumnal scenes

“ The very refuse of those harvest felds, Amusing, chanc'd beside his reaper-train

“ Which from his hounteous friendihip I enjoy. To walk, when poor Lavinia drew his eye, " Then throw that shameful pittance from thy Vaconscious of her power, and turning quick,

With unaffected blushes, from his gaze.

" But ill apply'd to such a rugged task:
He saw her charming ; but he faw not half « The fields, the master, all, my Fair ! are thine,
The charms her downcast modesty concealid. 230 “ If to the various blessings which thy house 291
That very moment love and chatte derre

« Has on me lavin? 'd, thou wilt add that blifs, Sprung in his bosom, to himself unknown; 6. That clearest bliss, the power of blefling thee !" For ftill the world prevail'), and its dread laugh,

Here ceas’d the youth; yet fill his speaking eye
Which source the firm philosopher can scorn, Exprefs'd the sacred triumph of his soul, 295
Should his heart own a gleaner in the field; 235 With conscious virtue, gratitude, and love,
And thus in fecrct to his soul he figh'd :

Above the vulgar joy divincly rais'l.
« What pity! that so delicate a forın,

Nor waited he reply. Won by the charm
« By Beauty kindled, where enlivening Sense, Of goodness irrellible, and all
« And more than vulgar Goodness, seem to dwell, In tweet disorder loft, she bluth'd confent.
« Should be devoted to the ruilc embrace

The news immediate to her mother brought,
« Of some indecent clown ! She looks, methinks, While pierc'd with anxious thought, the pin'd
«Of old Acafto's line, and to my mind





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The lonely moments for Lavinia's fate : Would tempt the Muse to sing the rural gaine;
Amaz'd, and scarce believing what the heard, Low in his mid-career the fpaniel, ftruck
Joy feiz'd her wither'd veins, and one bright Stiff by the tainted gale, with open nole,

Outstretch'l, and finely sensible, draws full, 365 Of fetting life Mone on her evening hours ; 305

Fearful, and cautious, on the latent prey. Not less enraptur'd than the happy pair,

As in the fun the circling covey läsk Who flourish'd long in tender blits, and rear'd Their 'varicd plumes, and, watchful every A numerous offspring, lovely like themselves,

way, And good, the grace of all the country round. . Thro' the rough fubble turn the secret eye,

Decating oft' the labours of the year, 511 Caught in the meshy mare, in vain they beat 730 The fultry South collects a potent blaft.

Their idle wings, entangled more and more : At first the groves are scarcely seen to ftir Nor on the surges of the boundless air, Their trembling tops, and a ftill murmur runs

Tho'borne triumphant, are they fafe: the gun, Along the soft-inclining fields of corn : 315

Glane'd just and fudden from the fowler's eye, But as the aërial tenpett fuller swells,

O'ertakes their founding pinions, and again, 375 And in one inighty fiream, invibble,

Immediate, brings them from the towering Iminense, the whole excited atmosphere

wing, Impetuous rushes o'er the founding world: Dead to the ground; or drives them wide dirStrain'd to the root the stooping forest pours 320

pers'd, A ruftling shower of yet untimely leaves;

Wounded, and wheeling various, down the High beat, thc circling mountains cddy in

wind. From the bare wild the di Nipated itorm,

These are not ful jets for the peaceful Muie, And send it in a torrent down the vale.

Nor will me ftain with such her fpo:lefs long, 380 Expos'd and naked to its utmost rage, 325

Then most delighted when flie social fees Thro’all the sea of harvest rolling round,

The whole mix'd animal creation round The billowy plain floats wide, nor can evade, Alive and happy. 'Tis not joy to her. Tho'pliant to the blast, its seizing force,

This falsely cheerful barbarous game of deatb; Or whirl'd in air, or into vacant chaff

This rage of pleasure, which the restless youth Shook waste : and sometimes, too, a burst of rain, Awakęs, impatient, with the gleaming morn; Swept from the black horizon, broad descends When beasts of prey retire, that all night In one continuous Hood. Still over-head

long, The mingling tempest weaves its gloom, and Urg'd by Necessity, had rang'd the darki, ftill

As if their confcious ravage munn'd the light, The deluge deepens, till the ficlds around

Afham’d. Not so the steady tyrant Man, 390 Lie sunk and fatted in the fordid wave.


Who, with the thoughtless infolence of power Sudden the ditches swell, the meadows swim. Inflam'd, beyond the most infuriate wrath Red from the hills innumerable streams

Of the worst monster that e'cr roani'd the Tumultuous roar, and high above its banks

waste, The river lift, before whose rusning tide

For sport alone pursues the cruel chace, Ilerds, foc's and harvests, cottages and swains, Amid the beamings of the genile days. 395 Roll mingled down; all that the winds had Uphraid, ye ravening Tribes ! our wanton spard

rage, In one wild moment ruin'd; the big hopes For hunger kindles you, and la ivloss want; And well-carna'd treasures of the painful year.

But lavish ed, in Nature's bounty roll'd, Fled to some eminence, the busbandınan,

To joy at anguish, and deligiit in blood,
Helpleis, beholds the miserable wreck

Is what your horrid bufoms never knew.

400 Driving along; lis drowning ox at once

Poor is the triumph o'er the timid hare ! Descending, with his labours scatter'd rourd, Scar'd froin the corn, and now to some lone He sees; and instant o'er his shivering thought

seat Comes Winter unprovided, and a train

Retir'd; the rushy fon, the ragged furze ; Of clainant children clear. Ye Matters! then 50 Stretcild o'er the itony breath, the stubble Be minciful of the rough laborious haud

chapt; Thai laki you loft in clegance and cafe ;

The thistly lawn, the thick-entangled hroom ; 435 Be mindful of those limbs, in ruffet clad,

Of the fame friendly hue the wither'd fern ; Whore toil to yours is warmth and graceful The fallow ground laid open to the sun, pride;

Concotive; and the nodding Candy bank, And, oh! be mindful of that sparing board 355 Hung o'er the mazes of the mountain brook : Which covers yours with luxury profuso,

Vain is her best precaution, thro' sc fit, 415 Alakes your glass sparkle and your sense Conceal’dl

, with folled cars, un sleeping eyes, rejoice!

By Nature rais’d to take th' horizon in, Nor cruelly demand what the deep rains

And head couch'l close betwixt her luiry leut, And all-involving winds have swept away. To aŭ to fpring away. The scented dew Here the rude clamour of the sportsman's Betrays her early labyrinth; and deer,

In scatter'd fullen openings, far bebind, The gun fast-thundering, and the winded horn, With every breeze the lears the coming form :






But nearer, and more frequent, as it loads Vindictive fix, and let the ruffian die ;
The fighing gak, the springs amaz’d, and all Or, growling horrid, as the brindled boar
The favage foul of Game is up at once :

420 Grins fell deitruction, to the monster's heart The pack full opening, various ; the thrill Let the dart lighten from the nervous arm. horn

These Britain knows' not. Give, ye Britons ! Resounded from the hills : the neighing iteed, then, Wild for the chace; and the loud hunter's Your sportive fury, pitiless, to pour 471 thout;

Loose on the nightly robber of the fold ; O'er a weak, harmless, Aying creature, all Him from his craggy winding haunts urMix'd in mad tuinult and discordant joy. 425

earth'd, The stag, toq, fingled from the herd, where Let all the thunder of the clase pursue.

Throw the broad ditch behind you;. o'er the He rang'd the branching monarch of the


475 shades,

High-bound resistlefs; nor the deep morass Before the tempest drives. At first, in speed, Refufc, but thro' the faaking wilderness He, sprightly, puts his faith ; and, rous'd by Pick your nice way : iuto the perilous flood fear,

Bear fearless, of the raging instinct full ; Gires all his swist aërial foul to flight. 43 And as you ride the torrent, to the banks

480 Againit the breeze be darts, that way the Your triumph found fonorous, running round

From rock to rock, in circling cchos toft ; To leave the leffening murderous cry behind : Then scale the mountains to their woody Deception skort! tho Heeter than the winds

tops, Blown o'er the keen air’d mountains by the Rull down the dangerous steep, and o'er the North

lawn, He bursts the thickets, glances thro' the In fancy swallowing up the space between, 485 glades,

435 Pour all your fpeed into the rapid game; And plunges deep into the wilde wood ; For happy he who tops the wheeling chase, Jf now, yet fure, adhesive to the track,

Has every maze evolv'd, and every guile Hot steaming, up behind him come again Disclos'd; who knows the merits of the Th'inhuman rout, and from the lady depth

pack; Expel bim, circling thro'lis every


Who saw the villain feiz'd, and dying hard, 470 He sweeps the foreit ott, and, sobbing fees Without complaint, tho' by an hundred The gladles mild opening to the golden day,

mouths Where in kind content with his butting Relentless torn : 0, glorious he, beyond friends

His daring peers! when the retreating horn He wont to struggle, or his loves enjoy.

Calls them to ghostly halls of grey renown, Oft in the full-descending flood he tries 445 With woodland honours grac'd; the fox's To lose the scent, and lave his burning fides ;


495 Oft' seeks the herd; the watchful herd Depending decent from the roof, and, spread alarm’d,

Round the drear walls, with antique figures With selfish care avoid a brother's woe.

fierce, What shall we do? his once-{o-vivid nerves, The stag's large front ; he then is loudest So full of búogant spirit, now no more 450 heard, Inspire the course, but fainting, breathless When the night staggers with severer toils, toil,

With feats Theffalian Centaurs never knew, 500 Sick, seizes on his heart : he stands at bay, And their repeated wonders fhiake the dome. And puts his last weak refuge in despair.

But first the fuel'd chimney blazes wide : The big round tears run down his dappled The tankards foam; and the strong, table

groans He groans in anguish, while the growling Beneath the smoking farloin, stretch'd im. pack,

mense Blood-happy, hang at his fair jutting chest, From side to side, in which, with desperate And mark his beauteous checquer'd fides with knife,

505 gore.

They deep incision make, and talk the while of this enough. But if the sylvan youth, Of England's glory, ne'er to be defac’d Whose fervent blood boils into violence, While hence they borrow vigour; or amain Must have the chase, behold, despising Into the pasty plungid at intervals, flight, 460 If ftomach keen cau intervals allow,

510 The rous'd-up lion, resolute and fow,

Relating all the glories of the chase. Advancing full on the protended spear,

Then fated Hunger bids his brother Thirst And coward-band, that circling wheel aloof, Produce the mighty bowl; the mighty bowl, Slunk from the

and the troubled Swellid high with fiery juice, fteams liberal wood.

round, See the grim wolf! on him his snaggy foe 465 A potent gale, delicious as the breath


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