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Where Flora deeks the dewy dale with flowers, A varied group of flocks, and herds, and swains, And beeches twine their branches into bowers, Groves, fountains, fields, and daisy-painted The warbling birds, the gales that gently blow,
plains; May tune thy reed, and teach the verse to flow.” At Bramham thus with ravish'd eyes we see
Tbus spoke the nymph with soft alluring grace, How order strives with sweet variety : And led me round the flow'r-embroider'd place; Nature, kind goddess, joins the aid of art Through every variegated rural scene
To plan, to form, and finish every part. Of shady forest, aad of meadow green,
But now beneath the beechen shade reolin'd, Of winding valleys, and of rising hills,
Whose tall top trembling dances in the wind, Of mossy fountains and translucent rills; Fast by the falling of a hvarse cascade, Where downs, or level lawns expanded wide,
What glowing transports all my breast invade! The groves, the garden, and the wood divide; Down channel'd sloge collected currents flow, Where walks by long-extended walks are crost, And steal obliquely through the vale below; Andalleys in meandering alleys lost;
The feather'd songsters on the trees above The dubious-traces intricately run,
Attune their voices to the notes of love, And end erroneous where they first begun : Notes so melodiously distinct and clear, Where Saxop fanes, that in fair order rise,
They charın my soul, and make it Hear'n to With elegant simplicity surprise.
hear. Where'er the ayunph directs my ravish'd sight, O! what descriptive eloquence can tell New senes appear that give a new delight :
The woods, and winding walks of Boscobell "? Here spiry firs.extend their lengthen'd ranks, The various vistas, and the grassy glades, There viulets blossom on the sunny banks; The bowery coverts in sequester'd shades? Here horn-beam hedges regularly grow,
Or where the wan lering eye with pleasure 'sees, There hawthorns white, and wild roses blow. A spacious amphitheatre of trees? Luxuriant Flora paints the purple plain,
Or where the differing avepues unite, And in the gardens waves the golden grain; Conducting to more pompous scenes the sight? Curlid round tail tufted trees the woodbine Lo!. what high mounds iinmense divide the weaves
(shore! In fond embrace its tendrils with the leaves : Stretch'd from the southern to the northern Sweet-scented shrubs a rich perfume exhale, These are but relics of the Roman way, And health ambrosial floats on every gale. Where the firm legions march'd in dread array, From rosby-fringed founts rise sparkling rills Where rode tbe hero in his iron car, That glide in mazy windings down the hills: And big with vengeance rolld the mighty war: Or under pendent sharles of oziers now,
Here oft the curious coins and urns explore, Dispensing moisture to the plants below : Which future Meads and Pembrokes shall adore; Now, bid beneath the flowery turf, they pass To me more pleasing far yon tranquil dell, Ingulph'd, now sport along the velvet grass, Where Labour, Health, and sweet Contentment With many an errour slowly-lingering stray,
dweil; And murmuring in their course reluctant roll More pleasing far beside yon aged oaks, away;
Grotesque and wild, the cottage chimney smokes. Thence into lucid lakes profusely fall
Fair to the view old Ebor's temple stands, Foaming, or form the beautiful canal,
The work of ages, rais'd by holy hands; sosmooth, so level, that it well might pass How firm the venerable pile appears! Por Cytherea's face-reflecting glass,
Reverend with age, but not impair'd by years. (Save when mild, zephyrs o'er the surface stray, | O! could I build the Hear'n-directed rhymes Curl the light waves, and op iis bosom play) Strong as thy fabric, as thy tow'rs sublime, Yet to the bottom so distin. ily clear,
Then would the Muse on bolder pinions rise, The eye might number erery,pebble there; And make thy turrets emulate the skies. And every fish that quickly-glancing glides, Such are the scenes, where woodland nymphs Sports in the stream, and shows his silver sides.
resort, If through the glades I turn my raptur'd eyes, And such the gardens where the Graces sport: What various views,what lovely landscapes rise? Would fate this verse to future times prolong. Here a once-hospitable maosion stands
These scenes should bloom for ever in my song. 'Midst fruitful plains, and cultivated lands; Not Tempe's plains so beautiful appear, There russet heatbs, with fields of corn between, Nor flow Castalia's sacred springs so clear; And peaceful cots, and hamlets intervene :
The Muses, had they known this lov'd retreats These far-stretch'd views direct me to admire Had lett Parnassus for a nobler seat. A tower dismantled, or a lofty spire,
Well may these groves in elegance excel, Or farm imbosom'd in some aged wood,
When Lane completes what Bingley planu'd $o Or lowing herds that crop the Howery faod;
well; Through these, irriguous vales, and lawns appear, Bids crystal currents sweetly-murmuring flow, And fleecy docks, and nimble-footed deer:
Fair temples rise, and future navies grow. Sun-glittering villas, and bright streams are seen,
Here Dmight an idle hour employ, Gay meads, rough rocks, hoar bills, and forests and those diversions, which he loves, enjoy ;
green: As when Belinda works, with art divine, In the rich screen some curious, gay design;
" Boscobell. A beautiful.wood, disposed in an
elegant taste, and separated from the gardens Quick as the fair the nimble needle plies,
by the park. Cots, churches, towers, or villages arise ;
A DESCRIPTION OF
With wary spaniels furrow'd fields beset, Amaz'd to find within this lonely cell
Nature with all her rural graces dwell.
There no high-polisb'd marble they behold, With leaden wounds trausfix the Aving game:
No storied columns, and no sculptur'd gold; Or with stanch hounds the wily fox pursue,
No speaking busts, no silver richly wrought, And trace his footsteps o'er the tainted dew. No breathing pictures seem'd inform'd with With what delight would friendly Nấy change
thought. Don's Iz lerrile valleys for this ampler range?
The grott, divided into various cells, And with the music of th’enlivening horn Was deck'd with spar, and variegated shells; Cheer the fleet pack, and wake the lingering The place of tap'stry a young vine supplyd,
And spread her pliant arms on ev'ry side: But lo! faint Phæbus darts a languid ray, Cool zephyrs, though the Sun intensely glow'd, And gold-eig'd clouds furetel the close of day; Breath'd through the place sweet freshness as The nymph observant took her airy flight,
they flow'd. And, like a vision, vanish'd froin my sight.
O'er amaranthine beds fair fountains stray'd,
And, softly murmuring, in the meadows play'd, 1 Don. The river that runs by Doncaster. Or in broad basons pour'd the crystal wave,
Where oft the goddess wont ber limbs to lave.
Here war'd a wood, all glorious to behold;
Whose branches, in eternal blossom, yield
Fragrance delicious as the flowery field, Tre queen he follow'd as she mov'd along, This wood, impervious to the solar ray, Surrounded by her nymphs, a beauteous throng; Crown'd the fair spot, and garded it froin day. Bnt far the fairest, and supremely tall,
Here birds melodious pour'l the sprightly song; She walk'd majestic, and outshone them all : There torrents thunder'd the rough rocks among, Thus 'midst a grove the princely oak appears, Down dash'd precipitately from the hills, And high in air bis branching honours rears. Then o'er the level lawn diffus'd their curling. Fler radiant beauty charm'd his youthful mind,
rills. Her purple robe that floated in the wind,
Calypso's grotto crown'd the breezy steep, And locks bound graceful with a clasp behind : From whence appear'd the party-colour'd deep i But her bright eyes, instilling fond desire, Now smooth and even as a mirror seen, Beam'd sweetness temper'd with celestial fire. Now vainly wreaking on the rocks its spleen, Sage Mentor follow'd, as in thought profound, Indignant, foaming with tremendous roar, And silent fix'd his eyes upon the ground. And in huge mountains rolling to the shore. And now, conducted by the royal dame,
More pleasing was the prospect to the plain; Swon to the entrance of her grott' they came, A river, winding through the rich champaign,
Form'd various isles with lines sweet-flowering "Perhaps the reader will not be displeased to
crown'd, see Homer's description of this famous grotto, as And cloud-aspiring poplars border'd round. it is translated by Mr. Pope from the fifth book Among the banks the sportive waters play'd, of the Odyssey.
And woo'd the lovely islands which they made: Large was the grott, in which the nymph he Some swiftly pour'd their crysial currents strong; found,
Some led their waves with liquid lapse along ; (The fair-hair'd nymph with every beauty crown'd) with many an errour lingering seem'd to stray, She sat and sung; the rocks resound ber lays: As if they wish'd for ever bere to stay, The cave was brighten'd with a rising blaze: And murmuring in their course reluctant rollid Cedar and frankincense, an odorous pile,
away. Flam'd on the hearth, and wide perfum'd the isle; The distant mountains their hoar heads on high While she with work and song the tinic divides, Upheav'd, and lost their summits in the sky: And through the loom the golden shuttle guides, Their airy forms fantastic pleas'd the sight, Without the grott, a various sylvan scene
And fill’d the mind with wonder and delight. Appear'd around, and groves of living grecn; The neighb'ring hills were spread by nature's Poplars and alders erer quivering play'd,
boon And nodding cypress furm'd a fragrant shade;
With vines that hung in many a fair festoon ; On whose high branches, waving with the storm, Whose swelling grapes in richest purple dy'd, The birds of broadest wing their mansion form ; The leaves attempted, but in vain, to hide : 'The chough, the sea-mew, the loquacious crow, So lov'd the generous vine to flourish here, And scream aloft, and skim the deeps below.
It bent beneath the plenty of the year. Depending vines the shelving cavern screen,
Here purple figs with luscious juice overflow'd, With purple clusters blushing through the green.
With deepen'd red the full pomegranate glow'd ; Four limpid fountains from the clefts distil, The peaceful olive spread her branches round, And every fountain pours a several rill,
And every tree, with rerdant honours crown'd, In inazy windings wandering down the hill:
Whose fruit the taste, whose flower the eye Where bloomy meads with vivid greens were
might cheer, crown'd,
And sermit to make a new Elysium here. And glowing violets threw odours round.
And as, intent upon her charms,
Eugenio woos the damsel to his arms,
Her cheeks vermilion'd with a lovely blush,
Glow like twin roses on the verdant bush
While thus, methinks, I hear bim say,
“ Come, my fair one, come away;
In the chaste joys of wedded love : Clad in flow'r-embroider'd veil,
I see propitious Hymen stand,
His torch bright-blazing in his hand,
To light us to the genial bed
By the decent Graces spread, And Eugenio, happy pair!
Where the rosy-finger's Hours Chang'd their hearts, and join'd their hands. Scatter never-fading flowers. Virgin coldness then relented,
Love admits not of delay, Like the snow before the Sun,
Haste, my fair one, haste away." Then sweet Emily consented,
And you, Heav'n-favour'd pair, Not unwilling, to be won.
Who now the purest pleasures share,
In happy wnion may you long enjoy
Those heart-felt blandishments that never cloy ; Ye sons of harmony, prepare
And may kind Heav'n the full abundance pour Your hymns to greet this happy pair: Of nuptial blessings in a fruitful shower ; Let the sweet notes, distinctly clear,
Crown all our wishes with a beauteous race, In soft divisions melt upon the ear,
That may your bright accomplishments inSuch as may all the tender passions move,
herit, Sooth the rapt soul, and be the food of love. The mother's mildness, loveliness, and grace,
The father's honest heart, and sense, and geRECITATIVE.
nervus spirit. Hark! the mighty queen of sound
Like two pure springs whose gentle rills unite, Wakes each instrument a found,
Long may your stream of life serenely glide, The merry pipe, the mellow-breathing lute, Through verdant vales, and meadows of delight, The warbling lyre, the love-lamenting lute: Where flow'rs unnumber'd, deck'd in beauty's Now the light fantastic measure
(side. Ravishes our ears with pleasure ;
Blow on the blissful banks, and bloom on either Now the trumpets loud and shrill,
May no rude tempest discompose From yon river-circled bill,
Your course of quiet as it flows, With manly notes our hearts inspire,
No clouded care, no chilling fear, And emulate the golden lyre;
Nor anxious murmur hover there; While the majestic, deep-inouth'd organs blow But mildest zephyrs on the surface play, In lengthen'd strains magnificently slow,
And waft each light disquietude away: Divinely sweet, and delicately strong;
Till after all the winding journey past, Till gently dying by degrees,
You mingle with eternity at last. Like the last murmurs of the breeze,
That tranquil sea, where sorrows are no more, Expires the soft-attenuated song:
No storm-vext billows lash the peaceful shore : And at the close of each mellifluous lay,
There in Heav'n's bliss embosom'd, may you This verse is sung in honour of the day.
The height of endless happiness and love.
TAE DEATH OF THE LARK.
1738. And brightens with the length of years:
The golden Sun, emerging from the main, Lore contents the humble state,
Beams a blue lustre on the dewy plain ; And show'rs down blessings on the great,
Elate with joy all creatures hail his rise, Sooths desires that wildly roll,
That haunt the forest, or that skim the skies, And calms the tempests of the soul.
Gay-blooming flow'rs their various charms RECITATIVE.
A breathing fragrance, or a lovely hue : But, lo! sweet Emily, the fair,
Sweet pipes the shepherd, the fair morn to greet, And Eugenio, happy pair !
To his stout team the ploughman whistles sweet. With placid look and graceful mien,
All nature smiles around. On airy wing
The lark, harmonious herald of the spring,
On the bright bosom of some fleecy cloud.
Ah ! little conscious that he dies to day, Mild as the gentlest season of the year, He sports his hour in innocence away, Blooming as health, and fresh as early day, And from the treble of bis tuneful throat Pair, sweet, and bright as all the flowers of May. Pours the sof; strain, or crills the sprightly nole;
Or calls his mate, and as be sweetly sings, Now sit exalted in those realms of rest
Ere the first tender down o'erspread your chin,
Cropt by a virgin's hand, remains confest Thus oft, fond man, rejoicing in his might, A sweeter rose-bud in her balmy breast : Sports in the sunshine ol serene delight;
Thus the fạir youth, when Hear'n requir'd bis Fate comes uoseen, and snaps the thin spun
Sunk, sweetly smiling, in the arms of death; He dies, and sleeps forgotten with the dead. For endless joys exchanging endless strife,
And bloom'd renew'd in everlasting life.
TO A FRIEND IN YORKSHIRE.
Happy the Briton, whom indulgent fate
Has fix'd securely in the middle state, Lesbia's sparrow is no more ;
The golden mean, where joys for ever flow, Late she wont her bird to prize
Nor riches raise too high, nor wants depress too Dearer than her own bright eyes. Sweet it was and lovely too,
Stranger to faction, in his calm retreat, And its mistress well it knew.
Far from the noise of cities, and the great, Nectar froin her lips it sip',
His days, like streams that feed the vivid grass, Here it hopt, and there it skipt:
And give fair flowers to flourish as they pass, Oft it wanton'd in the air,
Waving their way, in sacred silence flow, Chirping only to the fair :
And scarcely breath a murinur as they go. Oft it lull'd its head to rest
No hopes, nor fears his steady mind can yex, On the pillow of her breast,
No schemes of state, or politics perplex: Now, alas ! it chirps no more :
Whate'er propitious Providence has sent All its blandishments are o'er :
He holds sufficient, and bumself content. Death has summond it to go
Though no proud columns grace his marble hall, Pensive to the sbades below;
Nor Claude nor Guido animale the wall ; Dismal regions ! from whose bourn
Blest who with sweet securicy can find, No pale travellers return.
In health of body, and in peace of mind, Death ! relentless to destroy
His easy moments pass without offence AH that's form'd for love or joy!
In the still joys of rural innocence. Joy is vanish'd, Joye is fled,
Such was the life our ancestors admir'd, For my Lesbia's sparrow's dead.
And thus illustrious from the world retir'd : Lo, the beauteous nymph appears
I hus to the woodland shades my friend repairs Languishingly drown'd in tears !
With the lov'd partner of his joys and cares,
With wit goodnatur’d, and polite with ease : DEATH OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN. Blest with plain prudence, ignorant of art,
Her pative goodness wios upon your heart.
Not fond of state, nor eager of control,
Her face reflects the beauties of her soul, Man cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down. Such charms still bloom when youth shall fade
JOB, xiv. 2.
And the brief roses of the face decay. Suort and precarious is the life of man;
0! would propitious Hear'n fulfil my prayer, The line seems fathomless, but proves a span; (The bliss of man is Providence's care) A youth of follies, an old-age of sorrow ; Such be the tranquil tenour of my life, Like flowers to day we bloom, we die to morrow, And such the virtues of my future wife; Say then, what specious reasons can we give, With her in calm, domestic leisure free, And why this longing, fond desire to live? Let me possess serene obscurity; Blind as we are to ubat the Lord ordains, In acts of meek benevolence delight, We stretch our troubles, and prolong our pains. And to the widow recompense her mite.
[end, But you, blest genius, dear departed shade, Thus far from the crowds, not thoughtless of my Now wear a chaplet that sball never fade; With reading, musing, writing, and a friend,
May silent pleasures every hour delude
The full persuasion, and the true delight In sweet oblivion of solicitude.
Of having acted by the rules of right,
Could to thy soul a conscious calm impart,
'Twas this thy faith confirm'd, thy joy refin’d, ON A LADY'S SINGING, AND PLAY.Aud spoke sweet solace to thy troubled mind; ING UPON THE HARPSICHORD. This turn’d to silent peace each rising dread,
And sooth'd the terrours of the dying bed. “Say, Zephyr, what music enchants the gay
May we like thee in piety excel, plains ?
Believe as stedfastly, and act as well; As soft and as sweet as the nightingale's strains; Cleave to the good and from the bad depart, My heart it goes pitapatee with a bound, And wear the scriptures written in our heart;: And gently transported beats time to the sound. Then shall we live, like thee, serenely gay, " O say, is it Sappho that touches the strings ?
And every inoment calmly pass away: And some song of the Syrens' you bear on your
And when this transitory life is o'er, wings ?"
And all these earthly vanities no more, Said Zephyr, and whisper'd distinctly the lays,
Shall go where perfect peace is only found, “'lis Belinda that sings, and Belinda that
And streams of pleasure flow, an everlasting
round. plays.” Ah! swains, if you value your freedom, be.
September 3, 1743. ware,
[fair ; You hear her sweet voice, and I know that she's She's fair and inconstant; and thus with her art, TO TAE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE She will ravish your ears to inveigle your heart.
COUNTESS OF UXBRIDGE,
OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OP
THE EARL, PER ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT IION. THE EARL OF UXBRIDGE.
Cease, cease illustrious partner of his bed,
0! cease the tributary tear to shed:
From earthly vanities to heavenly joy ;
These are the greatest honours we can give,
To mark his ways, and as he liv'd to live.
Still bloom in goodness as you bloom'd before ; As 'midst the stars the cheering lamp of light,
Heaven asks but this, and saints can do no more: In Heav'n's high concave eminently bright,
Exert each virtue of the Christian mind, First tips the mountains with a golden ray,
And still continue friend of human kind. Then gradual streams effulgency of day,
Be this your chief delight, for 'tis the best, Till more serenely, with a mild decline,
With ready alms to succour the distress'd; Regretted sinks, in other worlds to shine: • To clothe the naked and the hungry feed,
Thus from the world, an age of honour past, Nor pass a day without some gracious deed. Pride of the present, glory of the last,
These acts are grateful to Jehovah's eye, Retir'd great Uxbridge to the blest abode, For these the poor shall bless you ere they die : To live for ever with the saints of God;
These hide aur sins, these purchase solid gain, 'There in celestial lustre to appear,
And these shall bring you to your Lord again. And share the wages of his labours here,
September 6, 1743. When the last trump shall rouse the dead that
TO LAURA, 1742.
Witu generous wishes let me greet your ear, Weigh'd every action, canvass'd every thought,
May all the blessings to your portion fall, Then shall thy alms in sweet memorial rise,
The wise can want, for you deserve them all:More grateful than the incens'd sacrifice :
Soft joy; sweet ease, and ever-blooming health, The gladden'd widow's blessing shall be heard, And prayers in fervency of soul preferrd., (vey Whate'er tho Almighty Father can bestow,
Calmness of mind, and competence of wealth; The Lord shall bless thee, and well pleas'd surThe tears of orphans' wip'd by thee away.
To crown the happiness of man below,
And when with all those virtues, all those charms, What! but a virtue resolutely just,
You deign to bless some happy husband's arms; Firm to its purpose, steady to its trust,
His lordship gave 2000 1. to the Poundling * It is remarkable that his lordship could reHospital; 1000 1. to St. George's, Hyde-Park peat, memoriler, all the Gospels, the Psalms, Corner; and near another 1000. to the neigh- and other considerable parts of the Old and New bouring parishes where he lived.
Testament, VOL. XVI.