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SToofce'tf CEEtiition* 

mm SsEpe ego longos 

Cantando puerum memini me coodere foles. 

Right well I call to mind 

"When (yet a boy) whole funs and lengthen 1 *! days 
loft' employed in chanting fylvan lays. 

Yet, while he wooM the gentle throng, 

With liquid lay and melting fcng, 

Tne lift ning herd, around him ftray'd, 

In wanton trifle the lambkir.s play'd, 

And every Naiad ceas'd to lave 

Her azure amid the wave: 

The Graces dane'd; the rofy bz.nd 

Of Smiles and went hand in hand, 

And purple Pleafuresftrew'd the way 

With fiveetefT flowers; and ev'ry ray 

Of eaci fond Mufe, with rapture fir'd, 

To glowing thou&hts his breaft infpir'd j 

The hills rejoie'd, the vallies rung, 

All Nature fmiTd while SHENSTONE fung. 



HonUon : 

Printed for C. COOKE, No. 17, p?.ternofter -Row; 

And fold by al! the Bcokfellersia 

Great Britain and 



A GREAT part of the Poetical Works of Mr, 
■**■ Shenftone, particularly his Elegies and Paftorais, 
are (as he himielf exprelies it) " The exact tranf- 
cripts of the lituation of his own mind," and abound 
in frequent allufions to his own place, the beautiful 
fcene of his retirement from the world. Excluiivelv, 
therefore, of our natural curioiity to be acquainted 
with the hiftory oi~ an author whofe Works we penile 
with pleaiure, lbme fhcrt account of Mr. Shenitone's 
peribnal character, and fituation in life, may not only 
be agreeable, but absolutely necefTary, to the reader, 
as it is impoiiible he fhould enter into the true fpirit 
of his writings, if he is entirely ignorant of thole cir- 
cumftances of his life, which fometimes fo greatly in- 
fluenced his reflections. 

I could wi(h, however, that this talk had been al- 
lotted to fome perfon capable of performing it in that 
maiterly manner which the fubjeft io well deferves. 
To confefs the truth, it was chiefly to prevent his Re- 
mains from falling into the hands of any one {till lels 
qualified to do him juftice, that I have unwillingly 
ventured to undertake the publication of them myfelf. 

Mr. Shenftone was the eldeft fon of a plain unedu- 
cated gentleman in Shropshire, who farmed his own 
eftate. The father, fenfible of his fen's extraordinary 
capacity, refolded to give him a learned education, and 
lent him a cemmener to Pembroke College in Oxford, 
deiigning him for the church ; but though he had the 
molt awful notions of the wiidom, power, and good- 
nefs, of Gv)d, he never cemd be perfuaded to enter 
into orders. In his private opinions he adhered to no 
particular ted, and hated all religious difputes. But 
whatever were his own fentiments, he always fhewed 
great tendernefs to thole who differed from him. Ten- 
dernefs, indeed, in every fenfe of the word, was his 
peculiar charaSeriftic ; his friends, his domeftics, his 
poor neighbours, all daily experienced his benevolent 
turn of mind. Indeed, this virtue in him was often 
carried to fuch excels, that it fometimes bordered upon 



weaknefs • vet if he was convinced that any of thofe 
ranked amongtt the number of his friends had treated 
him ungenerouily, he was not eafily reconciled. He 
uied a maxim, however, on fuch occafions, which is 
worthy of being obferved and imitated : " I never," 
laid he, " will be a revengeful enemy 5 but I cannot, 
it is not in my nature to be half a friend." He was in 
his temper quite unlufpicious ; but if fufpicion was 
once awakened in him, it was not laid afleep again 
without difficulty. _ 

He was no economift; the generofity of his temper 
prevented him from paying a proper regard to the ufe 
of money : he exceeded, therefore, the bounds of his 
paternal fortune, which before he died was confiderably 
incumbered. But when one recollecls the perfeft pa- 
radil'e he had raifed around him, the hofpitality with 
which he lived, his great indulgence to his fervants, 
his charities to the indigent, and all done with an 
eftate not more than three hundred pounds a year, one 
ihould rather be led to wonder that he left any thing 
behind him, than to blame his want of economy. He 
left, however, more than fufficient to pay all his debts, 
and by his will appropriated his whole eftate for that 


It was perhaps from fome confiderations on tne nar- 
rownei's of his fortune that he forbore to marry, for he 
was no enemy to wedlock, had a high opinion of many 
among the fair fex, was fond of their fociety, and no 
ftranger to the tendeieft imprefiions. One, which he 
received in his youth, was with difficulty lurmounted. 
The lady was the fubjea of that iweet paltoral, in tour 
parts, which has been lo univerlally admired ; and 
which, one would have thought, mult have fubdued 
the bftieft heart, and foftened the mod obdurate. 

His perfon, as to height, was above the middle fta- 
tnie" but largely and rather inelegantly formed : his 
face feemed plain till you converted with him, and 
then it -rew very pleating. In his drefs he was negli- 
gent even to a fault'; though, when young, at the um- 
vcrfity, he was accounted a beau. He wore Ins own 


hair, which was quite grey very early, in a particular 
manner ; not from any affectation ot Singularity, but 
from a maxim he had laid down, that, without too 
ilaviih a regard to lalhion, every one mould drefs in 
a manner moft fuitable to his own perlbn and figure. 
In fhlrt, his faults were only little blemimes, thrown 
in by Nature, as it were, on purpoie, to prevent him 
from riling too much above that level of imperfection 
allotted to humanity. 

His character, as a writer, will be diftinguifhed by 
hmplicity with elegance, and genius with correclnels. 
He had a fublimity equal to the higheit attempts ; 
yet, from the indolence of his temper, he chofe rather 
to amufe himfelf in culling flowers at the foot of the 
mount, than to take the trouble of climbing the more 
arduous fteeps of Parnaffus : but whenever he was 
difpofed to rile, his fteps, though natural, were noble, 
and always well lupported. In the tendernefsof Ele- 
giac Poetry he hath not been excelled ; in the limpli- 
city of Paftoral, one may venture to fay, he had veiy 
few equals. Of great lenftbility himfelf, he never 
failed to engage the hearts of his readers j and, amklft 
the niceft attention to the harmony of his numbers, he 
always took care to exprefs, with propriety, the len- 
timents of an elegant mind. In all his writings his 
greater! difficulty was to pleafe himfelf. I remember 
a paffage in one of his Letters, where, ipeakingof his 
Lovefongs, he fays, — " Some were written on oc- 
cafions a good deal imaginary, others not Co ; and 
the reafon there are fo many is, that I wanted to 
write one good fong, and could never pleafe mylelf." 
It was this diffidence which occafioned him to throw 
afide many of his pieces before he had beftowed upon 
them his laft touches. I have fuppreffed feveral on this 
account ; and if, among thofe which I have fele&ed, 
there fhould be difcovered fome little want of his finiffi- 
ing polifh, I hope it will be attributed to this cauie, 
and, of courfe, be excufed : yet I flatter my fe If there 
will always appear fomething well worthy of having 
been preferved : and though I was afraid of inferring; 

B 2 


what might injure the character of my friend, yet, as 
the fketches of a great mafter aie always valuable, I 
was unwilling the'pubiic lhould loie any thing material 
of fo accorr.piifhed a writer. In this dilemma it will 
ealily be conceived that the talk I had to perform 
would become fomewhat difficult; how I have acquit- 
ted my felf the public muft judge. Nothing, however, 
except what he had already publilhed, has been ad- 
mitted without the advice of his molt judicious friends; 
nothing altered without their particular concurrence. 
It is impoffible to pleafe every one ; but'tis hoped that 
no reader will be fo unreafonable as to imagine that 
the Author wrote i'olely for his amufement : his talents 
were various ; and though it may perhaps be allowed 
that his excellence chiefly appeared in fubje&s of ten- 
dernefs and fimplicity, yet he frequently condefcended 
to trifle with thole of humour and drollery : thefe, in- 
deed, he himfelf in fome meafure degraded, by the 
title which he gave them of Levities; but had they 
been entirely rejected, the public would have beer, de- 
prived of fomejeux d'eforits, excellent in their kind ; 
and Mr. Shenftone's character as a writer would have 
been but imperfectly exhibited. 

But the talents of Mr. Shenftone were not confined 
merely to poetry.; his cli3racler, as a man ot clear 
judgment and deep penetration, will beft appear from 
his Profe Works ; it is there we muit fearcfa for the 
acutenefs of his underftanding, and his profound 
knowledge of the human heart. It is to be lamented, 
indeed, that fome things here are unfinished, and can 
be regarded only as fragments i many are left as fingle 
thoughts, but which, like the fparks of diamonds, 
mew the richnefs of the mine to which they belong ; 
or, like the foot of Hercules, difcover the uncommon 
ftrength and extraordinary dimeniions of that hero. 
I have no apprehenficn of incurring blame irom any 
on; for preierving thefe valuable remains ; they will 
difcover to every reader the Author's fentiments on 
feveral important fubjects; and there can be very few 
to whom they will not impart many thoughts which 


they would never perhaps have been, able to draw fiom 
the fource of their own reflections. 

But 1 believe little need be faid to recommend the 
writings of this gentleman to public attention. His 
character is already fufhciently eftablifhed ; and if he 
be not injured by the inability of his editor, there is 
no doubt but he will ever maintain an eminent ftation 
among the beft of our Englifh writers. 



"I T is obfervable that clifcourfes prefixed to poetry, are 
■*■ contrived very frequently to inculcate luch tenets as 
may exhibit the performance to the greateft advan- 
tage : the fabric is very commonly railed in the firft 
place, and the meafures by which we are to judge of 
its merit are afterwards acljufted. 

There have been few rules given us by the critics 
concerning the ftructure of Elegiac Poetry ; and far be 
it from the author of the following trifles to dignify 
his own opinions with that denomination ; he would 
only intimate the great variety of fubjecls, and the 
different ftyles * in which the writers of Elegy have 
hitherto indulged themlelves, and endeavour to ihield. 
the following ones by the latitude of their example. 

If we conlider the etymology of the word,f the 
epithet which Horace gives it,J er the confeffion 
which Ovid makes concerning it,|| I think we may 
conclude thus much, however, that Elegy, in its true 
and genuine acceptation, includes a tender and que- 
rulous idea 5 that it looks upon this as it6 peculiar 
characteristic, and lo long as this is thoroughly luf- 
tained, admits of a variety of fubjecls, which, by its 
manner of treating them, it renders its own : it throws 
its melancholy ftole over pretty dirferentobje&s, which, 
like the drelTes at a funeral proccfiion, gives them all 
a kind of lokmn and uniform appearance. 

It is probable that Elegies were written, at firft, 
upon the death of intimate friends and near relations ; 
celebrated beauties, or favourite miftreffes ; beneficent 
governors and illuftrious men: onemay add, perhaps, 
of all thole who are placed by Virgil in the laurel 
grove of his Elyfium, (Vide Hurd's DilTertation on 
Horace's Epiftk) 

Quique fui memores alios fecere merendo. 

After thefe fubjecls were fufficiently exhaufted, and 

* This efTay was written near twenty years ago. 
f E-Ugem, oparticulam dolendi. 

". Miferabilcs eleijos. H«. 

I r.imib ex vera tunc Tibi nomen erit. 

(Kid. de Morte TibuU'u 


the feverity of fate diiplayed in the molt altering in- 
ftances, the poets fought occafion to vary their com- 
plaints, and the next tender fpecies of forrow that pre- 
lented itfelf was the grief of ablent or neglected lovers ; 
and this indulgence might be indeed allowed them, but 
with this they were not contented: they had obtained 
a fmall corner in the province of love, and they took 
advantage, from thence, to overrun the whole territo- 
ry : they rung its l'poils, triumphs, ovations, and re- 
joicings*, as wcil as the captivity and exequies that 
attended it : they gave the name of Elegy to their 
pleafantries as well as lamentations, till at laft, thro' 
their abundant fondnefs for the myrtle, they forgot 
that the cyprefs was their peculiar garland. 

In this it is probable they deviated from the origi- 
nal defign of Elegy ; and it ihould feem that any kind 
of fubje&s, treated in fuch a manner as to diffuie a 
pieaiing melancholy, might far better deferve the name, 
than the facetious mirth and libertine feitivity of the 
fucceisful votaries of Love. 

But, not to dwell too long upon an opinion which 
may feem, perhaps, introduced to favour the follow- 
ing performance, it may not be improper to examine 
into the ufe and end of Elegy. The mt-ft important 
end of all poetry is to encourage virtue. Epic and 
Tragedy chiefly recommended the public virtues ; Elegy 
is of a fpecies which illuftrates and endears the private. 
There is a truly virtuous pleafure connected with many 
penlive contemplations, which it is the province and 
excellency of Elegy to enforce : this, by preienting 
iuitable ideas, has difcovered fweets in melancholy 
which we could not find in mirth, and has led us, 
with iuccefs, to the dulty urn, when we could draw 
no pleafure from the fpavklmg bowl. As Paltoral 
conveys an idea of Simplicity and innocence, it is in 
particular the talk and merit of Elegy to fiiew the in- 
nocence and iimplicity of rural life to advantage ; and 
that in away diltincl from Paltoral, as much as the 
plain but judicious landlord may be imagined to fur- 

* D;c::;l3 Txta, et Ij bisditite ?s«, '-'** 


pafs his tenant both in dignity and underftandinor. It 
fliould alio tend to elevate the more tranquil virtues of 
humility, diiintereftednefs, fimplicity, and innocence : 
but then there is a degree of elegance and refinement 
no way inconiiftent with thefe rural virtues, and that 
rail'es Elegy above that merum rus, that unpolifhed 
rufticity, which has given our Paftoral writers their 
higheft reputation. 

Wealth and lplendcur will never want their proper 
weight; the danger is left they mould too much pre- 
ponderate : a kind of poetry, therefore, which throws 
its chief influence into the other fcale, that magnifies 
the fweets of liberty and independence, that endears 
the honeft delights of love and friendihip, that cele- 
brates the glory of a good name after death, that ri- 
dicules the futile arrogance of birth, that recommends 
the innocent amufement of letters, and infenlibly pre- 
pares the mind for that humanity it inculcates ; fuch a 
kind of poetry may chance to pleafe; and if it pleafe, 
fliould ieem to be of fervice. 

As to the ftyle of Elegy, it may be well enough 
determined from what has gone before : it fliould imi- 
tate the voice and language of grief ; or, it a meta- 
phor of drefs be more agreeable, it fliould be Ample 
and diffufe, and flowing as a mourner's veil. A ver- 
ification, therefore, is defirable, which, by indulging 
a free and unconflrained exprefiion, may admit of that 
fimplicity which Elegy requires. 

Heroic metre, with alternate rhyme, feems well 
enough adapted to this fpecies of poetry; and, how- 
ever exceptionable, upon other occafions, its inconveni- 
encies appear to lole their weight in fhorter Elegies, 
and its advantages feem to acquire an additional impor- 
tance. The world has an admirable example of its 
beauty in a collection of Elegies* not long fince pub- 
lifned, ihe product of a gentleman of the moft exacl 
tafte, and whole untimely death merits ail the tears 
that Eiegy c?xi\ flied. i 

* JV. B, Ibis preface sras wri'.teo near twenty ye::: ^o. 


It is not impoflible that l'orr.e may think this metre 
too lax and prol'aic 5 others, that even a more dillb- 
lute variety of numbers may have luperior advan- 
tages : and in favour of thefe la ft might be produced 
the example of Milton in his Lycides, together with 
one or two recent and beautiful imitations of his ver- 
ification in that monody. But this kind of argument, 
I am apt to think, muft prove too much, iince the 
writers I have in view feem capable enough of recom- 
mending any metre they fnall chuie ; though it muft 
be owned alio, that the choice they make of any is at 
the fame time the ftrongeft prci'umpdon in its favour. 

Perhaps, it may be no great difficulty to cemprc- 
xnife the difpute. There is no one kind of metre t t 
is diftinguilhed by rhymes, but is liable to feme objec- 
tion or other. Heroic veile, where every l'econd line 
is terminated by a rhyme, (with which the judgment 
requires that the ienfe fhould in lbme meaiure alio 
terminate,) is apt to render the expreflion either fcanty 
or conitrained ; and this is fometimes obl'ervable in 
the writings of a poet lately decea'.ed, though I be- 
lieve no one ever threw lb much fenie together, with 
fo much eafe, into a couplet, as Mr. Pope : but as an 
air of conltraint too often accompanies this metre, ic 
feems by no means proper for a writer of Elegy. 

The previous rhyme in Milton's Lycides is very 
frequently placed atfuch adiflancefrom the following, 
that it is often dropt by the memory (much better 
emploved in attending to the fentiment) before it be 
brought to join its partner ; and this feems to be the 
created objection to that kind of verification : but 
then the peculiar eafe and variety it admits of are, no 
doubt, fulncient to overbalance the objection, and to 
give it the preference to any other, in an Elegy of 

The chief exception, to which ftanza of all kinds 
is liable, is, that it breaks the fenie too regularly when 
it is continued through a long poem ; and this may be, 
perhaps, the fault of Mr. Waller's excellent panegy- 
11c But if tins fault be lets difcerniblfi in. linade* 



compofitions, as I fuppofe it is, I flatter myfelf that 
the advantages I have before mentioned, refulting from 
alternate rhyme, (with which Itanza is, I think, con- 
nected,) may at leaft, in Ihorter Elegies, be allowed to 
out-weigh its imperfections. 

I fhall fay but little of the different kinds of Elegy. 
The melancholy of a lover is different, no doubt, from 
what we feel on other mixed occaiions. The mind in 
which love and grief at once predominate is foftened 
to excels. Love elegy, therefore, is more negligent 
of order and defign, and, being addreffed chiefly to 
the ladies, requires little more than tendernefs and per- 
spicuity. Elegies that are formed upon promiicuous 
incidents, and addieiTed to the world in general, in- 
culcate fome fort of moral, and admit a different de- 
gree of realoning, thought, and order. 

The Author of the following Elegies entered on his 
fubjefts occafionally, as particular incidents in life fug- 
gefted, or dilpofitions of mind recommended them to 
his choice. If he delcribes a rural landfcape, or un- 
folds the train of lentiments it infpired, he fairly drew 
his picture from the fpot, and felt very lenfibly the af- 
fection he communicates 5 if he fpeaks of his humble 
fhed, his flocks and his fleeces, he does not counterfeit 
the fcene, who having (whether through choice or ne- 
ceflity is not material) retired betimes to country fo- 
litudes, and fought his happinefs in rural employments, 
has a right to coniider himfelt as a real fhepherd. The 
flocks, the meadows, and the grottos, are his own, 
and the enibellifhment of his farm his lble amufement. 
As the feritiments, therefore, were infpired by Nature, 
and that in the earlier part of his life, he hopes they 
will retain a natural appearance, dirTuling at lealt lbme 
part of that amufement which, he freely acknowledges, 
he received from the competition of them. 

There will appear, perhaps, a real inconfiflency in 
the moral tenour of the feveral Elegies, and the fubfe- 
quent ones may fometimes feem a recantation of the 
preceding. The reader will fcarcely impute this to 
oveiflght, but will allow that men*' opinions, as well 


as tempers, vary; that neither public ncr private, ac- 
tive nor fpeculative, life, are unexceptionably happy, 
and confcquently, that any change of opinion con- 
cerning them may afford an additional beauty to poetry, 
as it gives us a more (taking repi efentation of lite. 

If the Author has hazarded, throughout, the ule of 
Englifh or modern allulions, he hopes it will not be 
imputed to an entire ignorance, or to the lealt dif- 
ef.eem of the ancient learning. He has kept the an- 
cient plan and method in his eye, though he builds 
his edifice with the materials of his own nation. In 
other words, through a fondnefs for his native coun- 
try, he has made ule of the flowers it produced, tho', 
in order to exhibit them to the greater advantage, lie 
has endeavoured to weave his garland by the belt mo- 
del he could find ; with what iuccefs, beyond his own 
amufcment, mud be left to judges lefs partial to him 
than either his acquaintance or his friends. — If any 
of thofe mould be lb candid as to approve the variety 
of fubje&s he has chofen, and the tendernels of ien- 
timent he has endeavoured to imprefs, he begs the me- 
tre alfo may not be too fuddcnly condemned. The 
public ear, habituated of late to a quicker meafure, 
may perhaps confider this as heavy and languid ; but 
an objection of that kind may gradually loie its force, 
it this meafure Ihould be allowed to fuit the nature of 

If it Ihould happen to be confidered as an objection 
with others, that there is too much of a moral caft 
diffufed through the whole, it is replied, that he en- 
deavoured to animate the poetry fo far as not to render 
this objection too obvicus, or to rifle excluding the 
fafhionable reader ; at the fame time never deviating 
from a fixed principle, that poetry without morality is 
but the bloffom of a fruit-tree. Poetry is, indeed, 
like that fpecies of plants which may bear at once 
both fruits and bloiToms ; and the tree is by no means 
in perfection without the former, however it may be 
embelliihed by the flowers which furround it. 

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"T'O this edition hfubjoined (for the fake ofthofe readers 
to ivhom it may not prove unwelcome) an explana- 
tion, or, rather, in moft places, a liberal imitation, of 
all the Latin infer iptions and quotations throughout this 
Work, by Mr. Hull. That gentleman's voell-knovm 
friendjhip for Mr. Shenjlone, and •Tvillingnefs to oblige, 
being his file inducements to this (as he chafes to have it 
called) trifling addition, the editor thinks it no more than 
a jujl return of gratitude to let his pur chafers know to 
whom they are beholden for it. He it remembered, how- 
ever, that it was executed in a country retirement, 
•where our eminent tranjlaton of the Claffics were not at 
hand to be confulted. 


The Seat of the late William Shenjhne, Efq. 

THE Leafowes is fituate in the parifh of Hales Owen, 
a lmall market town in the county of Salop, but fur- 
rounded by other counties, and thirty miles from 
Shrewsbury, as it is near ten to the borders of Shrop- 
shire. Though a paternal eftate, it was never diftin- 
guifhed for any peculiar beauties till the time of its 
late owner. It was relerved for a psrlon ot his in- 
genuity both to difcover and improve them, which he 
has done lo effectually, that it is now confidered as 
ammiffll the principal of thole delightful fcenes which 
perfons of tafte, in the prefent age, aredefirous to fee. 
Far from violating its natural beauties, Mr. Shen- 
ftone's only ftudy was to give them their full effect j 
and although the form in which things now appear be 
indeed the confequences of much thought and labour, 
yet the hand of Art is no way vifible either in the 
lhape of ground, the diipofition of trees, or (which 
are here lb numerous and linking) the romantick fall 
of his cafcades. 

But I will now proceed to a more particular de- 
fcription. About half a mile fhort of Hales Owen, in 
your way from Birmingham to Bewdley, you quit the 
great road, and turn into a green lane on the left 
hand, where, defcending in a winding manner to the 
bottom of a deep valley, finely (haded, the nrft object 
that occurs is a kind of ruinated wall, and a lmall 
gate, within an arch, inferibed, " The Priory Gate." 
Here, it feems, the company fhould properly begin 
their walk, but generally chufe to go up with their 
horl'es or equipage to the houfe, from whence re- 
turning, they deicend back into the valley. Pafling 
through a lmall gate at the bottom of the fine fwel- 
ling lawn that l'urrounds the houfe, you enter upon a 

■ * The following Defcription was intended to give a friend feme idea of the 
Leafowes, which having been lo jultly admired by perloi.s or the belt 
tafte, and celebia-.ed bv t; e Mufe of luch an original genius as Mr. Sheni.oie, 
it is hoped the public* will not be diftleafed with this flight attemp. to P e rf e .- 
tuatg thole beauties, whKu tune, oj ditterent talie ot lomc tutur* toneuor, 
"it/ deilroy. 

c I 

winding path, with a piece of water on your right. 
The path and wafer, overshadowed with trees that 
grow upon the (lopes of this narrow dingle, render the 
i'cene at once cool, gloomy, lolenin., and fequeifered, 
and form lb linking a contrail to the lively lcme you 
have jult left, that you feem all on a fudden landed in 
a lubterraneous kind of region. Winding forward 
clown the valley, you pafs befide a fmall root-houfe, 
where, on a tablet, are theie lines: 

44 Here, ir cool grot and mofl'y cell, 

u We rural Fays and dwell j 

44 1 ho" rz\t\y leen by mcnai eye, 

44 When the pale muun, ascending high, 

44 Parts thro yon' limes her quiv'ring beams, 

" We friflc it i.ear thel'e cryftal Dreams. 

44 Her beams, reflected fiom the wave;, 
44 Afford the light our revels crave : 
*' The turf, with dailies brcider'd o^er, 
*• Exceeds, we wot, the Parian floor j 
44 N07 yet for artful [trains we call, 
" But liiten to the water's fall. 

" Would you then taite our tranquil fcene, 

14 Be lure your boibmsbe ferene, 

44 nevoid of hate, cevoid of ffrite, 

44 Devoid of all that poilbns life ; 

* 4 And much it vails you in their place 

44 To graft the love of human race. 

44 And tread with awe t efe favoured bowers, 
44 Nor wound the mrubsnorbruife the flowers; 
44 So may your path with fweets ahounu, 
44 Somay\our couch with reit be crown'd! 
44 But harm betide the wayward ftvain 
44 Who dares our hallow' d haunts profane !" 

Thefe fentiments correlpond as well as poflible with 
the ideas we form of the abode of Fairies, and, ap- 
pearing deep in this romantick valley, lerve to keep 
alive luch enthuiiallic images while this fort of fcene 

You now pafs through the Priory Gate before men- 
tioned, and are admitted into a part of the valley 
fomewhat different from the former, tall trees, high 
irregular ground, and rugged fears. The right pre- 
fents you with, perhaps, the molt natural, if not the 
mod ftriking, of the many cafcades here found; the 
left with a (loping grove of oaks ; and the centre with a 
pretty circular landfcape appearing through the trees, 
of which Hales Owen (teeple, and other objects at a. 
diitance, form an int^refting part. The feat beneath 

the ruinated wall has thel'e lines of Virgil inferibed, 
fuiting well with the general tenour of Mr. Shenitone'i 
late htuation : 

-" Lucis habitamus opaci?, 

" Ripamrnq'je toros et prata recentia 
" Incolhnus t" 

You now proceed a few paces down the valley to 
another bench, where you have this cafcade in front, 
which, together with the internal arch, and other ap- 
pendages, make a pretty irregular picture. I mult 
obierve, once for all, that a number of thefe protein - 
pore benches (two ftumps with a tranfverle board) 
ieem chiefly intended as hints to fpectators, leit, in pal- 
ling curforily through the farm, they might i'uffer any 
of that immenfe variety the place furnilhes to elcape 
their notice. The ftream attending us, with its agree- 
able murmurs, as we defcend along this pleafing valley, 
we come next to a fmall ieat, where we have a Hoping 
grove upon the right, and on the left a linking vifta 
to the lteeple of Hales Owen, which is here leen in a 
new li^ht. We now defcend farther down this fhady and 
JequeUered valley, accompanied on the right by the fame 
brawling rimlet running. over pebbles, till it empties 
itfelf into a fine piece of water at the bottom. The path 
here winding to the left, conforms to the water before 
mentioned, running round the foot of a fmall hill, and g 
accompanying this femkircular lake into another 
winding valley, fomewhat more open, and not lefs 
pleafing, than the former : however, before we enter 
this, it will be proper to mention a feat about the 
centre of this water-fcene, where the ends of it are 
loll in the two rallies on each fide, and in front it is 
invifibiy connected with another piece of water, of 
about twenty acres, open to Mr. Shtnlione's, but not 
bis property. This laft was a performance of the 
monies, and part of a prodigious chain of nlh-pcnds 
that belonged to Hales Abbey. The back ground of 

-We c!weil in ifcatly groves, 

Aud feek 0>e gro.i- - - -i ftreisui r ' 

Atd trice the vtru^ '- - - -• 

this fcene is very beautiful, and exhibits a picture of 
villages and varied ground finely held up to the eye. 

I fpeak of all this as already finished ; but, through 
fome misfortune in the mound that pounds up the 
water, it is not completed. 

We now leave The Priory upon the left, which is 
not meant for an object here, and wind along into the 
other valley : and here I cannot but take notice of the 
judgment which formed this piece of water ; for al- 
though it be not very large, yet, as it is formed by 
the concurrence of three vallies, in which two of the 
ends are hid, and the third it fcems to join with the 
large extent of water below, it is, to all appearance, 
unbounded. I mult confels I never faw a more natu- 
ral bed for water, cr any kind of lake that pleafed me 
better j but it may be right to mention, that this 
water, in its full extent, has a yet more important 
effect from Mr. Shenftone's houle, where it is i'een to 
a great advantage. We now, by a pleafing Terpentine 
walk, enter a narrow glade in' the valley, the Hopes on 
each fide finely covered with oaks and beeches, on the 
left of which is a common bench, which affords a re- 
tiring place fecluded from every eye, and a fhort re- 
spite, during which the eye repofes on a fine amphi- 
theatre of wood and thicket. 

We now proceed to a leat beneath a prodigioufly 
fine canopy of fpreading oak, on the back of which 
is this inscription : 

" Hue ndes, O Melitxre ! caper tibifalvus et hudi; 
** Ec li quid ceffare potes, requieice fub umbra."j 

The picture before it is that of a beautiful home fcene; 
a imall lawn of well varied ground, encompafTed with 
hills and well-grown oaks, and embellished with a 
tail of the piping Faunus, amid trees and ihrubs on a 


Hither, O Melitxeus ! bend thy way; 

Thy herds, thy r.oats, lecure from harm, rerofe : 

If happy leifure ferve awhile tultay, 

Here ml thy limbs beneath theft fludy boughs. 

Hope upon the left, and on the right, and nearer the 
eye, with an urn thus infcribed : 

iL [pgenio CI arr.icitia: 
(t Gvlieimi Somerville." 

And on the oppoiite fide, 

u G. S. poiVit, 

*' Dthi:: fpargens lacrim* fa.illam 

" Vatis amici."+ 

The fcene is enclofed on all fides by trees ; in the mid- 
dle only there is an opening, where the lawn is con- 
tinued, and winds out of fight. 

Here entering a gate, you are led through a thicket 
of many forts of willows, into a large rcothouie, 
infcribed to the Right Honourable the Earl of Stam- 
ford. It feems that worthy peer was prefent at the 
firft opening of the cafcade, which is the principal 
objecT: from the roct-houfe, where the eye is prefent- 
ed with a fairy vifion, confifting of an irregular and 
romantick fall of water, very ur.ufual, one hundred 
and fifty yards in continuity ; and a very ihiking 
fcene it airords. Other caicades may pofl'ibly have 
the advantage of a greater defcent and a larger tor-^ 
rent; but a more wild and romantick appearance of 
water, and at the fame time ftriclly natural, is what 
I never faw in any place whatever. This fcene, tho* 
comparatively fmall, is yet aggrandized with i'o much 
art, that we forget the quantity of water which flows 
through this clofe and overfliaded valley, and are lb 
much tranfported with the intricacy of the lcene, and 
the concealed height from whence it flows, that we, 
without reflection, add the idea of magnificence to 
that of beauty. In ihort, it is net but upon reflec- 
tion that we find the flream is not a Niagara, but ra- 
ther a water- fall in miniature ; and that the fame ar- 
tifice, upon a larger fcale, where the large trees, in- 
fiead of fmall ones, and a river, inftead of a rill, would 


To the genius and friendlfiip 



Bv W. S. 

Sprinkling the allies of a fi iendly bard 

IV ith tributary tears. 

•be capable of forming a fcene that would exceed the 
utmoft of our ideas. But I will not dwell longer 
upon this inimitable fcene; thole who would admire 
it properly rmift view it, as i'urely as thole that view 
it mull admire it beyond almoft any thing they ever 

Proceeding on the right-hand path, the next feat 
affords a fcene of what Mr. Shenftone uied to call his 
Foreft ground, confiding of wild green flopes peeping 
through dingle, or irregular groups of trees, a con- 
fufed mixture of favage and cultivated ground, held 
■up to the eye, and forming a landfcape lit for the pen- 
cil of Salvator Rofa. 

Winding on befide this lawn, which is over-arch- 
ed with fpreading trees, the eye catches, at intervals, 
over an intermediate hill, the fpire of Hales church, 
forming here a perfect obelifk, the urn to Mr. So- 
merville, &c. and now pafTmar through a kind or 

1*1 • 

thicket, we arrive at a natural bower of almoft cir- 
cular oaks, inferibed in the manner following : 

" To Mr. DODSLF.Y. 
** Come then, my Friendi thy fylvan tanediTpiay;; 
" Come hear thy Faunustune his ruiiiclc lay: 
" Ah! rather come, and in thefe dellsdifown 
M The care of other ltrains, and tune thine own." 

On the bank above it, amid the fore-mentioned 
Ihrubs, is a ftatue of the piping Faun, which not on- 
ly embeilifhes this fcene, but is alio feen from the 
■court before the houfe, and from other places : it is 
furrounded by venerable oaks, and very happily li- 
tuated. From this bower alio you look down upon 
the fore-mentioned irregular ground, fhut up with 
trees on all fides, except fome few opening to the more 
plealing parts of this grotefque and hilly country. 
The next little bench affords the firft, but not mod 
linking, view of The Priory. It is, indeed, a fmaH 
building, but ken, as it is, beneath trees, and its extre- 
mity alio hid by the fame, it has in fome fort the dig- 
nity and folemn appearance of a large edifice. 

PafJing through agate, we enter a fmall open grove, 
where the firft feat we find affords a pitturelque view, 

through trees, of a clump of oaks at a dittance, over- 
fliadowing a little cottage upon a gieenhill ; we thence 
immediately enter a perlccl dome, or circular temple, 
of magnificent beeches, in the centre of which it was 
inttndtd to place an antique altar, or a ftatue of Pan. 
The path ferpentizing through this open grove, leads 
us by an ealy afcent to a fmall bench with this motto, 

-" Me gelidum nemus 

* v Nymphirumque leves cum fatyiis chori 
" Secernant pop'Jlo."-f HOR. 

which alludes to the retired fituaticn of the grove. 
There is alio feen, through an opening to the left, a 
pleating landfcape of a diftant hill, with a whited 
t'arm-houle upon the fummit : and to the right hand 
a beautihil round (lope, crowned with a clump of 
large firs, with a pyramidal feat on its centre, to 
which, after no long walk, the path conduces us. 

But we firil come to another view of The Priory, 
more advantageous, and at a better diftance, to which 
the eye is led down a green flope, through a fcenery 
of tall oaks, in a moll agreeable manner ; the grove we 
have juft pafied on one fide, and a hill of trees and 
thicket on the other, conducting the eye to a narrow 
opening through which it appears. 

We now alcend to a Imall bench, where the circum- 
jacent country begins to open j in particular, a glafs- 
hcufe appears between two large clumps of trees, at 
about the diftance of four miles ; the glafs-houfes in- 
this country not ill refembling a diftant pyramid. 
Alcending to the next feat, which is in the Gothick 
form, the iccne grows more and more extended ; woods 
and lawns, hills and vallies, thicket and plain, agree- 
ably intermingled. On the back of this feat is- the 
following inicription, which the Author told me that 
he chofe to fix here, to fupply what he thought fome 
want of life in this part of the farm, and to keep up 
the lpeclator's attention till he came to fcale the hill 
beyond : 


May the cool grove, 

Anil gay afiesnblsd nymphs with fyivins ssux'd, 
Conwtai me Com the world ! 



« Shepherd, wnuldft thou here obtain 
4 Pleafure unalloy'd with pain. 

* Joy that fuits the rural fphere r 
« Gentle Shepherd ! lend an ear. 
4 Learo to relifh calm delight, 

1 Verdant vaies and fountains bright, 

* Trees that nod on fl '- 

« Caves that echo, tinkling rills. 

« It thcu canft no charm difclofe 
« In the fimplelt bud that bli ■■ • 
4 Go, forfake thy plain and fold, 

* Join the crowd, and toil for sold. 

* Trar.ouil oleafures never cloy; 
« Ka ifti each tumultuous joy; 

4 All hut love — for love infpires 
4 Fonder wiflics, warmer fires. 

« Love and all it's Joys be t-ine — 

* Ye: ere thou the reins ref^gn, 

4 Hesr m hat Reafon feems to fay, 

* Hear attentive, and obey. 

« Crimfon leaves the rofe adorn, 
4t flu: beneath them lurks a thorn; 
41 Fair and flow'ry U the brake, 
41 Vet it hides the 'vengeful make. 

41 Think not me, whofe empty pride 

4i Dares the fleecy garb deride, 

44 Think not (he who, " n » 

44 Scorns the fneen can lone t;>.e i>ain. 

44 Artlefs deed and Ample drefs 
44 Mark the cholen (hepherdefs; 
«« houphti bv decency controil d, 
44 Well tonceiv'd and freely told: 

44 Ser.fe that Ihuns each confeiousair, 
41 Vi: that falls ere veil aware ; 
*' Generous city, pone to figh 
41 If her kid or lambkin die. 

41 Let not lucre, let not pride, 

" Draw thee from fuch cha-ms afide; 

41 Have not ole their rreper fphere ! 

" Gei.tle paflions triumph here. 

41 See ! to iwceten thy repole, 

" ; he bl m buds, the fountain flowsj 

44 Lo ! t.. crown thy healthful board, 

41 All that milk and tjiis aflbrd. 

41 S'jef: no more—the reft is vain; 

44 Pleafure cueing fbon in pain ; 

44 An,;uUh lightly gilded 

" Cloie :hy vvilh, and feck i.o more*"' 

And now pafiing through a wicket, the path winds 
up the back part of a circular green hill, difcovering 
little of the country till you enter a clump of (lately 
firs upon the fummit. Over-arched by rhefe firs is an 
o-5tagonal feat, the back of which is lb contrived as 
to form a table or pedeftal for a bowl or goblet, thus 
inicribed — 

« ro a!! friend* rojnd The \V 

This facetious inicription, being an old Shropftiire 
health, is a commemoration of his country friends, 
from which this part of Shropftiire is divided : add 
to this, that the Wrekin, that large and venerable 
hill, appears full in front, at the dkftance ot about 

thirty miles. ,..,,, , c • 

The fcene is a very fine one, divided by the firs in- 
to Several compartments, each anfwering to the oaa- 
cronal feat in the centre ; to each of which is allotted 
a competent number of ftriking objeas to make a 
complete pifture. A long ferpentine ft ream wafhes 
the foot of this hill, and is loft behind trees at one 
end, and a bridge thrown over at the other. Over 
this the eye is carried from very romaiuick home- 
fcenes to very beautiful ones at a difiance. It is irn- 
poflible to give an idea of that immenfe variety, that 
fine configuration of parts, which engage our atten- 
tion from this place. In one of the compartments 
you have a fimple fcene of a cottage, and a road 
winding behind a favm-houie half covered with trees, 
upon the top of fome wild Hoping ground ; and m ano- 
ther a view of the town, appearing from hence as 
upon the Aelving banks of a large piece of water in 
the flat. Suffice it to lay, that the hill and vale, plain 
and woodland, villages and Angle houles, blue diftant 
mountains that fkirt the horizon, and green hills ro- 
mantically jumbled, that form the intermediate ground, 
make this foot more than commonly ftriking— Nor is 
there to be feen an acre of level ground through the 
laro-e extent to which the eye is carried. 

Hence the path winds on betwixt two fmall benches, 
each of which exhibits a pleafing landfcape, which 
cannot eicape the eye of a connoiffeur. 

Here we wind through a fmall thicket, and loon 
enter a cavity in the hill, filled with trees, in the 
centre of which is a feat, from whence is difcovered, 
gleaming acrofs the trees, a confiderabie length ot 
The ferpentine ft ream before mentioned, running un- 
der a flight ruftick bridge to the right : hence we 
afcend in a kind of Gotbick alcove, looking down a 



flope, Tided with large oaks and tall beeches, which 
together overarch the fcene. On the back of this 
building; is found the following 


" O you that bathe in courtlye blyfle, 
" Or toyle in Fortune's giddy fpheare, 
" Do not too raflilye deeme amviTe 
" Of him bydes contented here. 

" Nor yet difdeigne the reflet ftoale 

" Which o'er each carelefte lymbe he flyngs; 

" Nor yet deryde the beechen bowle 

" In whyche he quaffs the lympid fprings. 

lt Forgive him if at eve or dawne- 
" Hevoide of M-orldlye cark, he Tray, 
11 Or all befide fome flo.-. erye lawne 
" He wa.te his inoffenfive d?.je. 

ct So may he pardonne fraud and ftrife, 

" If fuch in courtl.e haunthe fee ; 

" For faults there beer.e in bufye life 

" Kroir. whyche theie peaceful are free." 

Below this alcove is a large Hoping lawn, finely 
bounded, crofTed by the Terpentine water before men- 
tioned, and interfperfed with fingle or clumps of 
oaks at agreeable diftances. Further on the fcene 
is finely varied, the hills riling arid falling towards 
the oppofite concavities, by the fide of a long wind- 
ing vale, with the molt graceful confulion. Among 
other fcenes that form this landl'cape, a fine hang- 
ing wood, backed and contrailed with a wild heath, 
interlecred with crofs roads, is a very considerable 
object. Near adjoining to this is a feat, from whence 
the water is feen to advantage in many different 
ftages of its progrefs ; or where (as a poetical friend 
once obferved) the proprietor has taken the Naiad by 
the hand, and led her an irregular dance into the 

Proceeding hence through a wicket, we enter upon 
another lawn, beyond which is a new theatre of wild 
fhaggy precipices, hanging coppice ground, and 
faiooth round hills between, being not only diffe- 
rent, but even of an oppofite character, to the ground 
from which we puffed. Walking along the head of 
this lawn, we come to a (tat under a fpreading beech, 
with this u 



" Hoc erat in votis : modus agri non ita magnus, 
** Hortus ubi, et tefto vicinus jugis aqua; tons, 
" Et pauium fylvas fuper his fortt. Au&ius atnue 
" Dii melius fecere." 


This was my wifh an humble fpot of ground, 

A garden well difpos'd, and tenc'd around ; 
A bubbling fountain, to my dwelling nigh, 
with cryrtai creatures tror'fl, and never dry ; 
The whole defended by a modeft wood — 
This was m* wifh---my wifh the gods allow'd, 
And e'en beyond chat wifh indulgently beftow'd. 

In the centre of the hanging lawn before you is 
di'.covered the houfe, half hid with trees and buihes : 
a little hanging wood, and a piece or winding water, 
iilues through a noble clump of large oaks and reread- 
ing beeches. At the dittance of about ten or twelve 
miles Lord Stamford's grounds appear, and beyond 
thefe the Clee hills in Shropfhire. The Icene here 
confifts of admirably- varied ground, and is, I think, 
a very fine one. Hence palling {till along the top of 
the lawn, we crofs another gate, and behind the fence 
btgin to deicend into the valley. About half way 
down is a fmall bench, which throws the eye upon 
a near fcene of hanging woods and fhaggy wild de- 
clivities, intermixed with fmooth green flopes and i'cenes 
or' cultivation. 

We now return again into the great lawn at bot- 
tom, and loon come to a feat, which gives a nearer 
view of the water before mentioned, between the 
trunks of high over-fhadowing oaks and beeches, be- 
yond which the winding line of trees is continued 
down the valley to the right. To the left, at a di- 
ftance, the top of Clent hill appears, and the houfe 
upon a fwell, amidft trees and bullies. In the centre, 
the eye is carried by a iideling view down a length of 
lawn, till it refts upon the town and ipire of Hales, 
with ibme piclurefque and beautiful ground riling be- 
hind it. 

Somewhat out of the path, and in the centre of a 
noble clump of Irately beeches, is a feat uiicnbed to 
Mi'. Spence in thefe words : 

D a 



eximio noftro CritoniJ 

cvi dicaevellet 

M/farvm omnivm et Gratiarvm chorvs, 

dicat amicitja. 


We now, through a fmall gate, enter what is called 
The Lover's Walk, and proceed immediately to a feat 
where the water is feen very advantageouily at full 
length ; which, though not large, is fo agreeably fha- 
ped, and has its bounds lb well concealed, that the 
beholder may receive lefs plealiire horn many lakes 
of greater extent. The margin on one fide is fringed 
with alders, the other is overhung with molt itately 
oaks and beeches, and the middle beyond the water 
prelents the Hales Owen fcene, with a group of 
houfes en the (lope behind, and the horizon well 
fringed with the wood. Now winding a few paces 
round the margin of the water, we come to another 
fmall bench, which prelents the former fcene lome- 
wiiat varied, with the addition of a whited village 
among trees upon a hill. Proceeding on, we enter the 
pieafing gloom of this agreeable walk, and come to a 
bench beneath a fpreading beech that overhangs both 
walk and water, which has been called The Ailigna- 
tion Seat, and has this infeription on the back of it; 

" Neriue Galatea! thymo mihi dulcior Hyblse, . 
"•* Candtdior eygnis, l-.eder.i formofior alba ! 
ct Cumprimum paiii repetent pnefepia tauri, 
" iiijuaiuri Corydonishabet te cura, venito.-f'' 


...ted by friendihip 


our molt excellent Crito, 

v. hom 

the unanimous confent 

of eve Mufe ^:id Grace 

made choice of 

to be fo diiHnguifhed. 


O Galatea! Nereus* lovely child, 
Sweeter than Hybla thyme, more undefiTd 
Than down of fwan, or ivy's purcft v. 
When the full oxen, warn d by fading licht, 
Koine to Che (tall their , 

If Damon's dear, to Da:no:i's call attend. 


Here the path begins gradually to afcend beneath a 
depth of (hade, by the fide of which is a fmall bub- 
bling rill, either forming little peninfulas, rolling 
over°pebbles, or falling down fmall cafcades, all m* 
der cover, and taught to murmur very agreeably. 
This very foft and penfive fecne, very properly uyled 
The Lover's Walk, is terminated with an ornamented 
urn, inferibed to Mils Dolman, a beautiful atid^aim. 
able relation of Mr. Shenftone's, who died or the 
fmall-pox, about twenty-one years of age, in the fol- 
lowing words on one fide : 

Peramabili fu^ conforbinas 
M. !>• 

On the other fide : 

Ah! Maria 1 

pvellarvm elepantiiTima! 

ah Flore venvftatis abrepta, 

vale ! 

hev qvanto minvs eft 

cvm reliqvis verfari, 

qvam tvi 


The afcent from hence winds fomewhat more fteep- 
Iv to another feat, where the eye is thrown over a 
rough fcene of broken and furzy ground, upon a piece 
of water in the flat, whole extremities are hid behind 
trees and fhrubs, amongft which the houfe appears, 
and makes, upon the whole, no unpleaiing pifture. 
The path itill winds under cover up the lull, the fteep 
declivity of which is fomewhat eafed by the terpen- 
tine fweep of it, till we come to a fmall bench, with 
this line from Pope's Eloila: 

« Divine oblivion of lo«'-thoughted Care . 

The opening before it prefents a fohtaiy lcene ot 
trees, thickets, and precipice, and terminates upon a 
ereenhill, with a clump of firs on the top of it. 


— Sacred to the memory 

3 moft amiable kinfwoman. 
Ah ! Maria ! 
mo.t elegant of nymphs ! 

fnatc.^'d from us 

in thy bloom of beauty, 

ah! farewell! 

How much inferiour 
is the living converfation 

of others 

to the bare remembrance 

of thee! 

D 3 

We now find the great ule as well as beauty of the 
Terpentine path in climbing up this wood, ' the full 
feat of which, alluding to the rural fcene before it, 
has the following lines from Virgil : 

■ " Hie lattsotia fundis 

" Speluocse, vivjque lacus, hie frigida Tempe, 

" Mugitufque bonum, moliefque fub arbore lbmnilf" 

Here the eye, looking down a flope beneath the Spread- 
ing arms of oak and beech trees, paries firft over lbme 
rough furzy ground, then over water to the large 
f'welling lawn, in the centre of which the houfe is 
difcovered among trees and thickets : this forms the 
fore ground. Bej-ond this appears a fwell of wafte 
furzy lard, diverfified with a cottage, and a road that 
winds behind a farm-houfe and a fine clump of trees. 
The back fcene of all is a femicircular range of hills, 
diverfified with woods, fcenes of cultivation, and in- 
clofures, to about four or five miles diftance. 

Still winding up into the wood, we come to a flight 
feat, opening through the trees to a bridge of five 
piers, croffing a large piece of water at about half a 
mile's diftance. The next feat looks down from a 
coniiderable height, along the fide of a fteep precipice, 
upon irregular and pleafing ground. And now we 
turn upon a Ridden into a long ftraight-lined walk, in 
the wood, arched over with tall trees, and termina- 
ting with a fmall ruiiic building. Though the walk, 
as I faid, be ftraight-lined, yet the bale riles and falls 
Jo agreeably, as leaves no room to cenfure its forma- 
lity. About the middle of this avenue, which runs 
the whole length of this hanging wood, we arrive 
unexpectedly at a lofty Gothic feat, whence we look 
down a flope, more coniiderable than that before 
mentioned, through the wood on each fide. This view 
is indeed a fine one, the eye firll travelling down over 
well- variegated ground into the valley, where is a 


Here tranquil leifurea in the ample field, 

Here caves ami living lakes their pleaTures yield; 

Here I re (ports the cooling bn\ / , 

' ' l tl ■< t beneath i mbow'i 
VVhile . „s furruunil. 

lanre piece of water, whole Hoping banks give all the 
appearance of a noble river. The ground irom hence 
riles gradually to the top of Clent hill, at three or 
four miles distance ; and the landfcape is enriched with 
a view of Hales Owen, the hv.e Lord Dudley's houle, 
and a large wood of Lord Lyttletoif s. It is impomble 
to rive an adequate description of this view, the beau- 
ty of it depending upon the great variety of objects 
and beautiful ihape of ground, and allatluch adiftance 
as to admit of being leen diftin&ly. 

Hence we proceed to the rultic building before men- 
tioned, a flight and unexpenfive edifice, formed of 
rough unhewn (tone, commonly called here 1 he J em- 
pie of Pan, having a trophy of the Tibia and Syrinx, 
and this inlcription over the entrance : 

" pan primus calamos cera conjungere plcres n 
« Edocuit; tan curat oves, oyiumque maEUrrosf. 

Hence mounting once more to the right through this 
dark umbrageous walk, we enter at once upon alight- 
fome high natural terrace, whence the eye is thrown 
over all the Icenes we have feen before, together with 
many fine additional ones, and all beheld from a de- 
clivity that approaches as near a precipice as is. agree- 
able. In the middle is a feat with tins inscription : 

Divini gloria rvris !{| 

To give a better idea of this, by far the moft magni- 
ficent fcene here, it were, perhaps, beft to divide it 
into two diftina parts— the noble concave in the front, 
and the rich valley towards the right.— In regard to 
the former, if a boon companion couid enlarge his idea 
of a punch bowl, ornamented within with all the ro- 
mantic icenerv the Chineie eyev vet deviled, it would, 
perhaps, afford him the higheft idea he could pombiy 
conceive of earthly happinefs: he would certainly wifh 
to fwim in it. Suffice it to lay, that the horizon, or 

f IMI ATttfN- . . 

p->n, god of fhepherd:., firft infpir d our fwains 
Their pipes to frame, 3:id tur.e their mralftrains. 

>m im en* sharmthe I 
And Pan -.he mafi er of the fold bsfrien 
O glory of the fylvan lcs-.;e divine ! 

brim, is as finely varied as the cavity. It would be 
idle here to mention the Clee hills, the Wrekin, the 
Welfh mountains, or Cser Caradock, at a prodigious 
d.ltance ; which, though they finifh the Icene agree- 
ably, fhould not be mentioned at the Leaibwes, the 
beauty of which turns chiefly upon diftinguifhable 
fcenes. The valley upon the right is equally enriched, 
and the oppc;ihe fide thereof well fringed with woods, 
and the high hills on one fide this long winding vale 
rolling agreeably into the hollows on the other. But 
thefe are a kind of objects which, though really noble 
in the furvey, will not ftrike a reader in deicription as 
they would a fpeclator upon the fpot. 

Hence returning back into the wood, and croffing 
Pan's Temple, we go directly down the flope into 
another part of Mr. Shenftone's grounds, the path 
leading down through very pleafmg home fcenes of 
well-fhaped ground, exhibiting a moll perfect con- 
cave and convex, till we come at a feat under a noble 
beech, prefenting a rich variety of fore- ground, and 
at perhaps half a mile's diftance, the Gothic alcove 
on a hill well covered with wood, a pretty cottage 
under trees in the more diftant part ot the concave, 
and a farm-houfe upon the right, all piclurefque ob- 

The next and the fubfequent feat affords pretty much 
the lame fcenes a little enlarged, with the addition 
of that remarkable clump of trees called Frankly 
Beeches, adjoining to the old family-feat of the Lyf- 
tletons, and from whence the prefent Lord Lyttleton 
derives his title. 

We come now to a handfome Gothic fcreen, backed 
with a clump of firs, which throws the eye in front 
lull upon a cafcade in the valley, iffuing from beneath 
a dark fhade of poplars. The houfe appears in the 
centre of a large fweUing lawn, bufred with trees and 
thicket. The plealing variety of eafy fwells and hol- 
lows, bounded by fcenes lei's fmooth and cultivated, 
affords the raoft delightful picture of domeftic retire- 
ment, and tranquillity. 

We now defcend to a teat enclofed with handiome 
pales, and backed with firs, infcnbeJ to Lord Lyt- 
tleton. It presents a beautiful view up a valley con- 
tracted gradually, and ending in a group of molt mag- 
nificent oaks and beeches. The right-hand iide is 
enlivened with two linking calcades, and a winding 
ltream feen at intervals between tufts of trees and 
woodland. To the leit appears the hanging wood al- 
ready mentioned, with the Gothic l'creen on the dope 
in the centre. 

Winding full downwards, we come to a fmail feat, 
where one of the offices of the houle, and a view of 
a cottage on very high ground, is leen over the tops 
of the trees ol the grove in the adjacent, vahey, giving 
an agreeable inttance of the abrupt inequality of 
ground in this romantick well-variegated country. 
The next feat lhews another face of the fame valley, 
the water gliding calmly along betwixt two ieeming 
groves without any cafcade, as a contrail to the former 
one, where it was broken by calcades : the fcene very 
fignificantly alluded to by the motto, 

" Ru a mini, etregni placennt in vallibus amnes, 
" Fluminaamem, lilvalque ioglorius !f" 

We defcend now to a beautiful gloomy fcene, call- 
ed Virgil's Grove, where on the entrance we pa:'s by 
a fmail obeliik on the right-hand, with this inicnption j 

P. Virgilio Maroni 
Lapis irte cvm lvco l'-cer efVo.|| 

Before this is a flight bench, where fome of the fame 
objects are feen again, but in a different point of 
light. It is not very eafy either to paint or defcnbe 
this delightful grove: however, as the former has been 

Woods, vales, and running dreams, my mind enUiant; 
1 he woods and itreams inglorious let me haunt. 



P. VL-gilius Ma.o 

This ODeiilk 

and grove 

is confe^rated*. 

Note. It was . cuftomiry with the Romans to give a prsennmeo, orsfirft rame 
r he manner of our Chnlhan names; accordingly V.r-il had tt.a of Puh££ 
He derived the add.uoo of Maru from his father, rU'v. as lb caUed. 

in th 

rnore than once attempted, I will hope to apologize 
for an imperfect, defcription, by the difficulty found 
by thole who have aimed to (ketch it with their pen- 
cil. Be it, therefore, firft obferved, that the whole 
fcene is opaque and gloomy, confuting of a lmall deep 
valley or dingle, the fides of which are encloled with 
irregular tutts of hazel and other underwood, and the 
whole ovei fhadowed with lofty trees riling out of the 
bottom of the dingle, through which a copious ftream 
makes its way through molly banks, enamelled with 
primrofes, and variety of wild wood flowers. The firft we approach is thus infenbed : 

Celeberrimo Pceta 
Prope to.ites ille non faftiditoi 
G. S. 
Sedem hanc ornavit*. 
44 Qua? t-ibi, qux tali reddam pro carmine dona ? 
44 Nam r.eque me tantum venientis fibilus auftri, 
44 Nee nerculfa juvar.t flufta tarn lit.ora, nee qua 
41 SaxoUs inter decarrunt flunnna vatlesf •" 

This feat is placed upon a fteep bank on the edge of 
the valley, from which the eye is here drawn down 
into the flat below, by the light that glimmers in 
front, and by the found of various cafcades, by which 
the winding ftream is agreeably broken. Oppofite to 
this leat the ground ri.'es again in an eafy concave to 
a kind of dripping fountain, where a final! rill trickles 
down a rude inch of rock-work, through fern, liver- 
wort, and aquatick weeds, the green area in the mid- 
dle, through which the ftream winds, being as well 
iiiaped as can be imagined. After falling down thefe 
catcades, it winds under a bridge of one arch, and 
then empties itfelf into a fmall lake which catches it 


, o the 

rnu h celeb ated Poet 


This feat was rlaced 

near his favourite fprings 

By W. S. 

How (hall I thank th, Mufe, fo form'd to p'eafe' 
For not the wl iip'rings of the fouthern breeze, 
Nor banks (HU beaten by the breaking wave, 
Nor limpid rills that pebbly vallies lave, 
1 ield futh delight 


a little below. This terminates the lcene upon the 
right 5 and after thefe objects have for fome time 
amufed the fpeft ator, his eye rambles to the left, where 
one of the moft beautiful cafcades imaginable is feen, 
by way of incident, through a kind of vifta or glade, 
failing down a precipice overarched with trees, and 
ftrikes us with furprife. It is impoffible to exprefs 
the pleafure which one feels on this occafion ; for 
though furprife alone is not excellence, it may ferve 
to quicken the efFeft of what is beautiful. I believe 
none ever beheld this grove without a thorough fenfe 
of fatisfaftion; and were one to chufe any particular 
Ipot of this perfectly Arcadian farm, it mould, per- 
haps, be this ; although it fo well contrafts both with 
the terrace, and with lome other fcenes, that one cannot 
wifh them ever to be divided. We now proceed to a 
feat at the bottom of a large root on the fide ot a Hope 
with this 


« O let me haunt this peaceful (hade, 
« Nor let Ambition e'er invade 

* The tenants of this leafy bower, 

* 1 hat (hun her paths, and night her powar- 

* Hither the peaceful halcyon flies 

' From focia! meads and open Ikies, 
« Pleas d by this rill her couife to lleer, 

* And hide her fap phire plumage here. 

' The trout, bedropp'd with crimlbn flair.s, 
4 Forfakes the river's proud domains, 

* Forfakes the fun's unwelcome gleam, 
' 1 olurk within this humbie ftream, 

* And furelheardthe Naiad fay, 

" Flow, flow, my Stream ! thiS devious way , 
*• Tho' lovely_ for: thy murmurs are, 
4i Thy waters lovely, cool, and fair. 

" Flow, gentle Stream ! nor let the vain 
" Thy fmall unfully'd ftores dildain j 
" Nor let the penfive fage repine, 
" Whofe latent courfe refembles thine." 

The view from it is a calm tranquil fcene of water, 
gliding through (loping ground, with a flcetch through 
the trees of the fmall pond below. 

The fcene in this place is that of water ftealing 
along through a rude fequeftered vale, the ground on 
each fide covered with weeds and field flowers, as that 
before is kept clofe ihaven. Farther on we loie all 

fight of water, and only hear the noife, without hav- 
ing the appearance, a kind of effect which the Chi- 
nele are fond of producing in what they call their 
lcenesof enchantment. "We now turn all on a fudden 
upon the high cafcade which we admired before in 
Vifta. The fcene around is quite a grotto of native 
ftone running up it, roots of trees overhanging it, 
and the whole (haded overhead. However, we firft ap- 
proach, upon the left, a chalybeat fpring, with an iron 
bowl chained to it, and this infcription upon a done : 

Fons Fe-rvginavs 
Divz qvse feceflV ifto frvi concedit*. 

Then turning to the right, we find a ftone feat, mak- 
ing part of the aforefaid cave, with this well-applied 
inlcription : 

Int\is aqvE dulccs, vivoque fedilia faxoj 
Nympharvm domvsf. 

which I have often heard Mr. Shenftone term the 
(Ufinition of a grotto. We now wind up a fhady path 
on the left hand, and eroding the head of this caf- 
cade, pafs befde the river that fupplies it in our way 
up to the houfe. One feat firft occurs under a fhady 
oak as we afcend the hill; fbon after we enter the 
fhrubbery, which half furrounds the houfe, where we 
find two feats, thus inferibed to two of his moil parti- 
cular friends. The firft thus: 

Amicitix ct meritis 

Ipfe te, Tityve ! pirvs, 
Ipfi te fontes, ipfa haec axbvfta, vocabant$» 


To the Goddefs 

who belioved the enjoyment 

of thefe re tri 

This chalybeat fbnng 

is eor.iecrated. 

Within are u-I-olefome (brings, and marble feats, 
Carv'd in the living rock, ofNymphs thebltiVd retreats. 


To the 
frienamip and merits 



Thte, lityrus! the pines. 

The cryl^:il {ptiUg*, tbtivery £rc>iw, mVok'a* 

And a little further the other, with the following 

Amicitiae e; meritis 


To the 

friendihip and merit 


From this laft is an opening down the valley over a 
lar^e Aiding lawn, well edged with oaks, to a piece 
of water eroded by a conf.derable bridge in the flat— 
the fteeple of Hales, a village amid trees, making, on 
the whole, a very pleating piclure. Thus winding 
through flowering fhrubs, belide a menagerie for doves, 
we are conducted to the [fables. But let it not be tor- 
sot, that, on the entrance into this fhrubbery, the firtt 
objeft that ftrikes us is a Venus de Medicis, befide a 
baton of gold fUh, encompaffed round with fhrubs, 
and illuif rated with the following 

" Semi-reduila VattU. n t 

" To Venus, Venus here rctir'd, 

" My fober vows I pay; 

« Not her on Paphian plains admir'J, 

" The bold, the pert, the gay; 

" Not ber whofe am'rous leer prevail'd 

« To bribe the Phrygian boy; 

" Not her who, cl?.d in armour, fail d 

" Tofave difart'rous Troy. 

•' Frefh riling from the foamy tide, 

m She ev'ry bofom warms, 

»' While half withdrawn fhe feems to hide, 

" And half reveals, her charms. 

11 Learn hence, ye bo.iftful fons of Tafte ! 

" Who plan the rural (hade, 

»« Learn hence to than the vicious warte 

" Of pomp at largi difp.ay'd. 

" Let fweet^mcnt's magic art 

kl Your mazy bounds invert, 

M And while the li^nt unveils a part, 

" Let Fancy paint the reft. 

Venus half-retiied> 


Let coy Referve with Coft unite 
' To grace yoi'.r wood or field, 
' No ray obftrufive pall the fight, 
' In aught you paint or build. 

' And far be driv'n the famptuous glare 
' Of gold from Britifh groves, 
■' And far the mevitr:cious air 
' Of China's vain alcoves. 

' 'Tisbafhful Beauty ever twines 
' The moft coercive chain ; 
' 'Tis (he that fov'rign rule declines, 
' Whobeftdtfeives to reign. ' 


Written on a Ferme Or nee, near Birmingham, 


JHPIS Nature here bids pleafing fcenes arife, 

■*• And wifely gives them Cynthio to revife; 
To veil its blemilh, brighten evry grace, 
Yet ftill prei'crve the lovely parent's face. 
How well the Bard obeys each valley tells, 5 

Thefe lucid ftreams, gay meads, and lonely cells, 
Where modelt Art in liience lurks conceal'd, 
While Nature Ihines, lb gracefully reveal'd, 
That Ihe triumphant claims the total plan, 
And with fYefh pride adopts the work of man. 10 


" Vellerain amicitiafic erraremu.f!" HOR. 

GEE the tall youth, by partial Fate's decree, 

^ To affluence born, and from reltraint let tree j 

Eager he leeks the fcenes of gay refort, 

The mall, the rout, the piayhoufe, and the court j 

Soon fcr lome vamilh'd nymph of dubious fame, 5 

Or powder'd peerefs, counterfeits a flame. 

Behold him now, enraptur'd, fwear and ugh, 

Drefs, dance, drink, revel, all he knows not why, 

Till by kind Fate reftor'd to country air, 

He marks the rofes of fome rural fair; 10 

Smit with her unaffected native charms, 

A real paffion ibon his bol'om warms ; 

And, wak'd from idle dreams, he takes a wife, 

And tallies the genuine happinefs of life. 

Thus, in the vacant lealon of the year, 1 5 

Some Templar gay begins his wild career; 
From feat to teat o'er pompous fcenes he flies, 
Views all with equal wonder and furprile, 

Ia frieudfliip tfius, O ! be we (till besuii'd • 

E z 


d 11 !'. , k ot domes ' arcades, and temples, grown. 

He hies fatigu'd, not fatisfy'd, to Town. 29 

Yet it fome kinder genius point his way 

To where the Mufes o'er thy Leaibwes itray, 

Charm'cl with the fylvan beauties of the place, 

Where Art affumes the Tweets of Nature's face, 

£ach Ml, each dale, each confecrated grove, j? 

Each Iak fe and falIing ftreani) his r s e mm ^ 5 

-Like the iage captive in Calypfo's grot, 

The cares, the pleafures, of the world forgot, 

Of calm content he hails the genuine inhere, 

And longs to dwell a blifsful hermit here. ' 30 



H u A ^T H t0 the Bard in Leaf owe's happy groves ; 
Health, and lweet converle with the Mule he loves ' 

I he humblelt vot'ry of the tuneful Nine, 
With trembling hand, attempts her artlefs line, 
In numbers fuch as untaught Nature brings, 5 

As flow, fpontaneous, like thy native fprings. 

Eut, ah ! what airy forms around me rife ! 
The ruflet mountain glows with richer dyes j 
In circling dance a pigmy crowd appear, 
And, hark! an infant voice falutes my ear! 
« Mortal ! thy aim we know, thy talk approve ; 
' His merit honour, and his genius love: 
' For us what verdant carpets has he lpread, 

* Where, nightly, we our myftic mazes tread ! 
1 For us each fhady grove and rural feat, 

* His falling (beams and flowing numbers fweet 
' Didft thou not mark, amid the winding dell, 
' What tuneful verfe adorns the molly cell ? 
' There ev'ry Fairy of our (brightly train 
' Refort, to blefs the woodland and the plain : 
« There, as we move, unbidden beauties glow, 
« The gieen turf brightens, and the violets blow; 

« An there with thoughts fublime we blefs the twain; 
' Nor we infpire, nor he attend*, in vain. 






« Go, fimple Rhimer ! bear this meffage true 5 25 
' The truths that Fairies c^ate none (hall rue. 
« Sav to the Bard in Leafowes' happy grove, 
< Whom Dryads honour, and whom Fairies love— 
«< Content thyfelf no longer that thy lays, 
« By others fofter'd, lend to others praile ; 3° 

«« No longer to the fevVing world rerule 
« The welcome treasures of thy polifli d Miife ; 
« The fcatter'd blooms that boait thy valu'd name, 
«« Co'ilea, unite, and give the wreath to Fame ; 
« Ne'er can thy virtues, or thy verle, engage 35 

i« Morefolid praife than in this happieft age, 
« When fenfe and merit's cherilh'd by the throne, 
« And each illuftrious privilege their own. 
« Tho' modeftbethy gentle Mule, I ween, 
« Oh ! lead herblufliing from the daily 'd green, 
« A fit attendant en Britannia's Queen." 4* 

Ye fportive Elves! as faithful I relate 
Th' intruded mandates of your Fairy if ate, 
Vifit thefe wilds again with nightly care; 
So mall my kine, of all the herd, repair 
In healthful plight to fill the copious pail ; 
My Iheep lie pent with fafety in the dale ; 
My poultry fear no robber in the rooft ; 
My lmen more than common whitenefs boatt : 
Let order, peace, and houfewifery be mine ; 
Shenftone ! be fancy, lame, and iorti 








By — 

HA! what art thou, whole voice unknown, 
Pours on thefe plains its tender moan ! 
Art thou the nymph in Shenftonp's dale, 
Who doft with plaintive note bewail 
That he forfakes th' Annian maids, 
To court inconftant rills and fliades ? 
Mourn not, fweet Nymph '.—Alas ' in Yam 
Do they invite and thou complain— 
E 3 


Yet while he woo'd the gentle throng, 
With liquid lay and melting fong, id 

The lift'ning herd around him ftray'd, 
In wanton friik the lambkins play'd, 
And every Naiad ceas'd to lave 
Her azure limbs amid the wave ; 

The Graces danc'd ; the rofy band 1 5 

Of Smiles and Loves went hand in hand, 
And purple Pleafures ftrew'd the way 
With fweeteft flow'rs ; and every ray 
Of each fond Mufe, with rapture fir'd, 
To glowing thoughts his bread inlpir'd } 20 

The hills rejoic'd, the vallies rung, 
All Nature fmil'd while Shenftone iung. 

So charm'd his lay j but now no more— 
Ah ! why doll thou repeat — " No more ?" 
Ev'n now he hies to deck the grove, 25 

To deck the fcene the Mufes love, 
And foon again will own their fway, 
And thou refound the peerlefs lay, 
And with immortal numbers rill 
Each rocky cave and vocal hill. 30 


" TLIOW mall I fix my wand'ring eye ? where find 
« £ J. X rj~\\e fource of this enchantment ? Dwells it in 
u The woods ? or waves there not a magic, wand 
" O'er the tranflucent waters ? Sure, uni'een, 
" Some fav'ring power directs the happy lines 5 

" That fketch thele beauties ; fwells the riling hills, 
* ( And fcoops the dales to Nature's finerl forms, 
" Vague, undetermin'd, infinite; untaught 
** By line or compafs, yet fupremely fair !" 
So fpake Philenor, as with raptur'd gaze 10 

He travers'd Damon's farm : from diltant plains 
He fought his friend's abode ; nor had the fame 
Of that new-form'd Arcadia reach'd his ear. 


And thus the fwain, as o'er each hill and dale, 
Thro 1 lawn or thicket, he purfu'd his way : 15 

« What is it g'dds the verdure of thefe meads 
«< With hues more bright than Fancy paints the flowers 
« ofParadife? What Naiad's guiding hand 
«< Leads, thro' the broider'd vale, thele lucid rills, 
« That, murm'ring as they flow, bear melody 20 
« Along their banks, and thro' the vocal Ihades 
" Improve the muflc of the woodland choir ? 
« What penllve Dryad rais'd yon' lolemn grove, 
*< Where minds contemplative, at dole of day 
« Retiring, mule o'er Nature's various works, 45 
" Her wonders venerate, or her l'weets enjoy ?— 
" What room for doubt? fome rural deity, 
" Prefidino-, fcatters o'erth' unequal lawns, 
« In beauteous wildnefs, yon' fair-fpreading trees, 
« And mingling woods and waters, hills and dales, 
" And herds and bleating flocks, domeific fowl, 31 
« Andthofe that fwim the lake, fees riling round 
" More piealine landicapes than in Tempe's vale 
«< Peneuswater'd. Yes, lome fylvan god 3 5 

« Spreads wide the vary'd proipefl, waves the woods, 
" Lifts the proud hills, and clears the Aiming lakes, 
" While from the congregated waters poui'd, 
« The burfting torrent tumbles down the fteep 
" In foaming fury; fierce, irregular, 
« Wild, interrupted, crols'd with rocks, and roots, 40 
<< And interwoven trees ; till, ibon abibrb'd, 
" An opening cavern all its rage entombs. 
« So vanifti human glories ! fuch the pomp 
" Of fwelling warriours, of ambitious kings, 
" Who fret and lhut their hour upon the ftage 45 
" Of bufy life, and then are heard no more ! 

« Yes, 'tis enchantment all— And fee ! the fpells, 
« The pow'rful incantations, magic verfe, 
" Infcrib'd on ev'ry tree, alcove, or urn— 49 

" Spells ! Incantations !— Ah ! my tuneful friend I 
<« Thine are the numbers, thine the wondrous woik . — 
*« Yes, great Magician 1 now 1 read thee right, 
«< And lightly weigh all forcery but thine. 


" No Naiad's leading: ftep conduces the rill, 

«< Nor iylvan god presiding fldrts the lawn, * r 

« In beauteous wildnefs, with fair-fpreadina trees, 

" Nor magic wand had circumfcrib'd the lcene • 

" 'lis thine own tafte, thy genius that prefide's. 

Nor needs there other deitv, nor needs ro 

« More potent fpells than they."~Nomore the fwain: 
tor, lo! his Damon, o'er the tufted lawn 
Advancing, leads him to the fecial dome. 6* 

TO MR. R. D. 

°* J^V^T" ° F MR ' SHENSTONE. 

« SJS?' S ^P',' erd ! «*•« the woods and defert caves, 
' I?.S Lhy '1 e Mcl »e gadding vine o'eryowh, 
,,__,.„ "^ n< l all th«r echoes, mourn." MIL- 

piS patty my friend ! the tranfient fcene is clos'd ■ 
The fairy pile, th' enchanted vifion, rais'd 
Jjy Damon s magic (kill, is loft in air ! 

What tho' the lawns and pendent woods remain, 
Each tinkling ftream, each rufhing cataract, e 

With Iapfe lnceflant echoes thro' the dale? 
Yet what avails the lifelefs landfcape now * 
The charm's diflblv'd ; the Genius of the wood, 
Alas ! is flown — for Damon is no more. 

As when from fair Lycaeum, crown 'd with pines, 
Or Maenalus, with leaves autumnal ftrew'd, XI 

The tuneful Pan retires, the vocal hills 
Kefoundno more, and all Arcadia mourns. 

1 et here we fondly dream'd of lalfing joys ; 
Here we had hop'd, from noify throngs retir'd, i e 
J o drink large draughts of Friendfhip's cordial ftream, 
in fweet oblivion wrapt, by Damon's verfe, 
And fecial converfe, many a maimer's day. 

Romantic wifh ! in vain frail mortals trace 
J h; imperfeft fketch of human bliis— Whilft yet 2 o 
Xh enraptur'd fire his well plann'd llrufturc views 
Majeftic riling 'midft his infant groves, 
Sees the dark laurel fpread its gloffv made, 
Irs languid bloom the purple lilack blend, 
Or pale laburnum drop its penlile chain, 2 r 

Death ipreads the fatal fhaft, and bids his heir 
1 ranfplant the cyprefs round his father's tomb. 


Oh ! teach me then, like you, my friend ! to raile 
To moral truths my grov'lling long ; for, ah ! 
Too long, by lawleis Fancy led altray, 30 

Of Nymphs and groves I 've dream'd, and dancing 

Or Naiad leaning o'er her tinkling urn. 
Oh 1 could I learn to fan&ify my drains 
With hymns, like thole by tuneful Meyric fung— 
Or rather catch the melancholy founds 35 

From Warton's reed, or Malbn's lyre— to paint 
The fudden gloom Lhat damps my ioul — Buc feel 
Melpomene herielf has fnatch'd the pipe 
With which fad Lyttleton his Lucia mourn'd, 
And plaintive, cries, My Shenftone is no more ! 4<» 

R. G. 




" lile terrarum nribi prater omnes 
" Angjlus ridetf." HOR. 

WOULD you thefe lov'd receffes trace, 
And view fair Nature's modeft face ? 
See her inev'ry field- flower bloom, 
O'er ev'ry thicket flied perfume? 
By verdant groves, and vocal hills, $ 

By molfy grots, near purling rills, 
Where'er you turn your wand'ring eyes, 
Behold her win without difguife. 

What tho' no pageant trifles here, 
As in the glare of courts, appear i 
Tho 1 rarely here be heard the name 
Of rank or title, power or fame ? 
Yet, if ingenuous be your mind, 
A blifs more pure and unconfin'd _ 
Your Hep attends — Draw freely nigh, J 5 

And meet the Bard's benignant eye : 

Wrj'e'er the beauties others boift, 
Tbat ipot at' ground delist* memos. 



2 5 



On him no pedant forms await, 
No proud referve (huts up his gate ; 
No fpleen, no party views, controul 
That warm benevolence of ioul 
Which prompts the friendly gen'rous part, 
Regardlels of each venal art, 
Regardlel's of the world's acclaim, 
And courteous with no felfifh aim. 
Draw freely nigh, and welcome find, 
If not the collly, yet the kind. 
Oh ! he will lead you to the cells 
Where ev'ry Mule and Virtue dwells, 
Where the green Dryads guard his woods, 
Where the blue Naiads guide his floods, 
Where all the Sifter Graces gay, 
That Ihap'd his walks' mer.ndring way, 
Stark-naked, or but v. reath'd with flowers, 
Lie flumb'ring lb ft beneath his bowers. 

Wak'd by the Hock-dove's melting ftrain, 35 

Behold them rife! and, with the train 
Of Nymphs that haunt the ltream or grove, 
Or o'er the flow'ry champaign rove, 
Join hand in hand — attentive gaze — 
And mark the dance's myitic maze. 4.0 

" Such is the waving line," they cry, 
" For ever dear to Fancy's eve ! 
" Yon' ftream, that wanders down the dale, 
'.' Thefpiral wood, the winding vale, 
" The path which, wrought with hidden (kill, 4.5 
" Slow twining, icales yon' diftant hill, 
" With fir invefted — all combine 
" To recommend the waving line. 
" The wreathed rod of Bacchus fair, 
" The ringlets of Apollo's hair, 50 

'* The wand by Maia's offspring borne, 
" The fmooth volutes of Amnion's horn, 
" The ftruclure of the Cyprian dame, 
" And each fair female's beauteous frame, 
" Shew, to the pupils of Deiign, 55 

" The triumphs of the waving line.'' 


Then gaze, and mark that union fweet 
Where fair convex and concave meet, 
And while, quick ftufting as you ftray, 
The vivid fcenes on fancy play, 60 

The lawn, of afpe£l i'mooth and mil!, 
The foreft ground groteique and wild, 
The flirub thatfcents the mountain gale, 
The ftream rough darning down the dale, 
From rock to rock in eddies toft, 65 

The diftant lake in which 'tis loft, 
Blue hills gay beaming thro' the glade, 
Long urns that folemnize the made, 
Sweet interchange of all that charms 
In groves, meads, dingles, riv'lets, farms! 70 

If aught the fair confufion pleafe, 
With lafting health and lading e3fe ; 

To him who form'd the blifsful bow'r, 

And gave thy life one tranquil hour, 

Wifti peace and freedom— thefe poffeft, 75 

His temp'ratemind fecures the reft. 
But if thy foul fuch blifs defpii'e, 

Avert thy dull incurious eyes ; 

Go, fix them there where gems and gold, 

Improv'd by art, their pow'r unfold > *» 

Go, try in courtly fcenes to trace 

A fairer form of Nature's face-, 

Go, fcorn Simplicity — but know 

That all our heart-felt joys below, 

That all which V irtue loves to name, 8 5 

Which Art configns to lafting fame, 

Which fixes Wit or Beauty's throne, 

Derives its fource from her alone. 88 






"VT flow'ry Plains ! ye breezy Woods! 
■* Ye bowers and gay alcoves ! 
Ye falling Streams ! ye filver floods ! 
Ye Grottoes, and ye Groves ! 

Alas! my heart feels no delight, 5 

Tho" I your charms furvey, 

While he confumes in pain the night, 

In languid fighs the day. 

The flowers difclofe a thoufand blooms, 

A thoufand fcents diffufe, i* 

Yet all in vain they fhed perfumes, 

In vain difplay their hues. 

Reftrain, ye Flowers ! your thoughtlefs pride, 
Recline your gaudy heads, 

And, fadly drooping, fide by fide, 1 5 

Embrace your humid beds. 

Tall Oaks ! that o"erthe woodland flvade 

Your lofty fummits rear, 

Ah ! why, in wonted charms array'd, 

Expand your leaves fo fair ! 20 

For, lo ! the flowers as gaily fmile, 
As wanton waves the tree, 
And tho' I fadly 'plain the while, 
Yet they regard not me. 

Ah ! fhould the Fates an arrow fend, «5 

And ftrike the fatal wound, 

Who, who (hall then your fweets defend, 

Or fence your beauties round ? 


But hark ! perhaps the plumy throng 

Have learn'd my plaintive tale, 3° 

And fome lad dirge or mournful fong 

Comes floating in the gale. 

Ah, i.o ! they chant a fprightly ftrain 

To footh an am'rous mate, 

Unmindful of my anxious pain, 35 

And his uncertain fate. 

But fee! thefe little murm'ring rills 

With fond repinings rove, 

And trickle wailing down the hills, 

Or weep along the grove. 4° 

Oh ! mock not if, befide your flream, 
You hear me, too, repine, 
Or aid with iighs your mournful theme, 
And fondly call him mine. 

Ye envious Winds! the caufe difplay, 45 

In whifpers as you blow, 

Why did your treach'rous gales convey 

The poiibn'd fhafts of wo ? 

Did he not plant the fhady bower 

Where you lb blithly meet? 5° 

The fcented (hrub, and fragrant flower, 

To make your breezes iwect ? 

And muft he leave the wood, the field, 

The dear Aicadian reign ? 

Can neither verfe nor virtue fhield 55 

The guardian of the plain ? 

Muft he his tuneful breath refign, 
Whom ail the Mules love ? 
That round his brow their laurels twine, 
And all his fongs approve. 



Preferve him, mild Omnipotence ! 
Our Father, King, and God ! 
Whoclear'fl the paths of life and fenfe, 
Or ftopp'lt them at thy nod. 

Blefs'd Power! who calirTft the ragaing deep, 65 

His valued health reftore, 

Nor let the fons of Genius weep, 

Nor let the Good deplore. 

But if thy boundlefs wifdom knows 

His longer date an ill, 70 

Let not my foul a wim difclofe 

To contradict, thy wiil. 

For happy, happy were the change, 

For fuch a godlike mind, 

To go where kindred l'pirits range, 75 

Nor leave a wim behind. 

And tho" to /hare his plea fu res here 

Kings might their (tare forego, 

Yet mull he feel fuch raptures there 

As none can tafte below. So 



f~\ EARTH! to his remains indulgent be, 
^^^ Who lb much care and colt beftow'd on thee ; 
Who crown'd thy barren hills with ufeful (hade, 
And cheer'd with tinkling rills each iilent glade; 4 
Here taught the day to wear a thoughtful gloom, 
And there enliven'd Nature's vernal bloom. 
Propitious Earth! lie lightly on his head, 
And ever on his tomb thy vernal glorks fpreadl 






pOME, Shepherds! we'll follow the hearfe, 

^ And fee our lov'd Corydon laid ; 

Tho' forrow may blemifh the verfe, 

Yet let the fad tribute be paid. 

They call'd him the Pride of the Plain : 5 

In iboth he was gentle and kind ; 

Ke mark'd in his elegant itrain 

The graces that glow'd in his mind. 

On purpofe he planted yon 1 trees, 
That birds in the covert might dwell; 10 

He cu'tur'd his thyme for the bees, 
But never wculd rifle their cell. 
Ye lambkins i that p!ay"d at his feet, 
Go bleat — and your mailer bemoan ; 
His muiic was artlefs and iweet, 15 

Hii manners as mild as your own. 

No verdure (hall cover the vale, 
No bloom on the hlolfcms appear ; 
The fweets of the fcreft mall fail, 

And winter dil'colour the year. 20 

No birds in our hedges mail ling, 
(Our hedges, fo vocal before) 
Since he that mould welcome the Spring 
Can greet the gay feal'on no more. 

His Phyllis was fond of his praife, 25 

And poets came round in a throng j 
They liften'd, and envy'd his lays, 
But which of them equall'd his long ? 
Ye Shepherds ! htneciorward be mute, 
For loll is the Paftcral llrain ; 30 

So give me my Corydcn's Hi te, 

And thus — let mc break it in twain. 32 

F 2. 



Tantum inter denfas, umbrofa cacumina, fagas 

Aflidue veniebat; ibi hsec incondita, folus, 

Montibas et filvis audio jaftabat mani! vik.u. 

The fpreading beech alone he would explore 
With'frcquent ftep; beneath its fhady top 
(Ah! prolitlefs employ !) to hills and groves 
Thefe indigeited lays he wont repeat. 


He arrives at his Retirement in the Country, and takes 

Occafion to expatiate in fraij'e of Simplicity. s 
To a Friend. 

FOR rural virtues, and for native Ikies, 
I bade Augufta's venal fbns farewell ; 
Now 'mid the trees I fee my fmoke arife, 
Now hear the fountains bubbling round my cell. 

O may that Genius which fecures my reft 5 

Preferve this villa for a friend that's dear ! 
Ne'er may my vintage glad the fordid bread, 
Ne'er tinge the lip that dares be unfincere 1 

Far from thefe paths, ye faithlefs Friends ! depart j 
Fly my plain board, abhor my holfile name! 10 

Hence the faint verfe that flows not from the heart,- 
But mourns in labour'd ltrains the price of fame! 

O lov'd Simplicity! be thine the prize! 

Affiduous Art correft her page in vain ! 

His be the palm who, guiltlefs of dilguife, 15 

Contemns the pow'r the dull relburce to feign ! 

Still may the mourner, lavrfh of his tears, 

For lucre's venal meed invite myfcorn! 

Still may the bard, diffembling doubts and fears, 

For praife, for flatt'ry lighing, figh forlorn ! 2© 

Soft as the line of loveiick Hammond flows, 
'Twas his fond heart effus'd the melting theme j 
Ah ! never could Aonia's hill difclofe 
So fair a fountain or fo lov'd a ltream. 


Ye lovelefs Jhi'ds ! intent with artful pains 25 

To form aiigh, or to contrive a tear ! 

Forego your Pindus, and on plains 

Survey Camilla's charms, and grew fmceie. 

But thou, my Friend! while in thy youthful fcul 
Love's gentle tyrant ieats his awful throne, 39 

Write from thy bolbm — let not art controul 

The ready pen that makes his edicts known, 

Pleating, when youth is long expir'd, to trace 
The forms our pencil or our pendeilgn'd! 
" Such was our youthful air, and fhape, and face! 35 
" Such the loft im?geof cur youthful mind ! 

Soft, whilft we deep beneath the rural bow'rs, 

The Loves and Graces fteal unleen away, 

And where the turf dirruVd itspempol flow'rs, 

We wake to wintry icenes of chill decay 1 4° 

Curfe the fad fortune that detains thy fair ; 
Praife the folt hours that gave the to her arms ; 
Paint thy proud fcorn of ev'ry vulgar care, 
When hope exalts thee, or when doubt alarms. 

Where with Oenone thou haft worn the day, 45 

Near font or-ftream, in meditation, rove; 

it in the grove Oenone lov'd to itray, 

The faithi ui Mule (hall meet thee in the grove. 48 


On fofibumous Refutation. To a friend. 
GRIEF of griefs! that Envy's frantic irq 
Should rob the living virtue cf its praife ; 
O fcolilh Moles! that with zeal ai'pire 
To deck the cold inlenfate fhrine with bays. 

When the free f'pirit quits her humble frame, 
To tread the ikies with radisnt garlands crowh'd ; 
Say, Will il.e hear thediftant voice of Fame? 
Or 3 hearing, fancy fweetneis in the found I 
F 3 


Perhaps ev'n Genius pours a flighted lay ; 
Perhaps ev'n Friendfhip fheds a fruitless tear j i» 

Ev'n Lvttleton but vainly trims the bay, 
And fondly graces Hammond's mournful bier. 

Tho' weeping virgins haunt his favour'd urn, 
Renew their chaplets, and repeat their fighs } 
Tho' near his tomb Sabean odours burn, 15 

The loit'ring fragrance will it reach the Ikies ? 

No ; fliould his Delia votive wreaths prepare, 

Delia might place the votive wreaths in vain j 

Yet the dear hope of Delia's future care 

Once crown'd his pleafures and difpeli'd his pain. 2» 

Yes — the fair profpeft of i'urviving praife 
Can cv'ry lenfe of preient joys excel ; 
For this great Hadrian choie laborious days; 
Thro' this, expiring, bade a gay farewell. 

Shall then our youths, who Fame's bright fabric raife, 
To life's precarious date confine their care ? 26 

O teach them you, to lpread the i'acred bafe, 
To plan a work thro' latell ages fair ! 

Is it fmall tranfport, as with curious eye 
You trace the ftory of each Attic fage, 39 

To think your blooming praife (hall time defy ? 
Shall waft, like odours, thro' the plealing page ? 

To mark the day when, thro" the bulky tome, 
Around your name the varying ftyle refines ? 
And readers call their loft attention home, 35 

Led by that index where true genius Alines ? 

Ah ! let not Britons doubt their focial aim, 

Whole ardent bol'oms catch this ancient fire j 

Cold int'reft melts before the vivid flame, 

And patriot ardours but with life expire. 40 



On the untimely Death of a certain leartcd 

IF proud Pygmalion quit his cumbrous frame, 
Funeral pomp the fcanty tear fupplies, 
Whilft heralds loud, with venal voice, proclaim, 
Lo ! here the brave and the puiffant lies. 

When humbler Alcon leaves his drooping friends, 5 
Pageant nor plume diifinguifh Alcon's bier; 
The faithful Mufe with votive long attends, 
And blots the mournful numbers with a tear. 

He little knew the fly penurious art, 

That odious art which Fortune'sfav'rites know; 10 

Form'd to beftow, he felt the warmeft heart, 

But envious Fate forbade him to beftow. 

He little knew to ward the fecret wound ; 

He little knew that mortals could enmarej 

Virtue he knew ; the nobleitjoy he found 15 

To ling her glories, and to paint her fair. 

Ill was he flcill'd to guide his wand'ring fheep, 
And unforeseen diftalter thinn'dhis fold ; 
Yet at another's lofs thefwain would weep, 
And for his friend his very crook was ibid. 

Yefons of Wealth ! proteathe Mufes' train ; 
From winds proteft them, and with food iupply 
Ah ! hclplefs they, to ward the threaten'd pain, 
The meagre famine, and the wintry iky ! 

He IovM a nymph ; amidft his (lender ftore ; 
He dar'd to love, and Cynthia was his theme : 
He breath'd his plaints along the rocky fhore ; 
They only echo'do'er the winding (beam. 



His nymph was fair! the fweeteft bud that blows 
Revives lefs lovely from the recent fhow'r ; 30 

So Phiiomel enamour'd eyes the role; 
Sweet bird ! enamour'd of the fweeteft flow'r. 

He lov'd the Mufe; fhe taught him to complain ; 
He faw his tim'rous loves on her depend : 
He lov'd the Mule, altho' Hie taught in vain ; 35 

He lov'd the Mufe, for fhe was Virtue's friend. 

She guides the foot that treads on Parian floors; 

She wins the ear when formal pleas are vain ; 

She tempts Patricians from the fatal doors 

Of Vice's brothel forth to Virtue's fane. 40 

He wifh'd for wealth, for much he wifh'd to give ; 
He griev'd that virtue might not wealth obtain ; 
Piteous of wees, and hopelefs to relieve, 
Thepenfive profpecl fadden'd all his ftrain. 

I faw him faint! I faw him fink to reft ! 45 

Like one ordain'd to fwell the vulgar throng ; 
As the' the Virtue's had notwarm'd his breaft, 
As tho' the Mufes not infpir'd his tongue. 

I faw his bier ignobly crofs the plain; 
Saw peasant hands the pious rite fupply : <o 

The gen'rous ruftics mourn" d the friendly fwain, 
But Pow'r and Wealth's unvarying cheek, was dry ! 

Such Alcon fell; in meagre want forlorn! 

Where were ye then, ye pow'rful Patrons! where? 

Would ye the purple fhould your limbs adorn, 

Go warn the confeious blernhh with a tear, 56 

ELEGJfiS. 57 

Ophelia's Urn. To Mr. G 

THRO' the dim veil of ev'ning's dufky (hade, 
Near feme loan fane, or yew's funereal green, 
What dreary form has magic Fear furvey d . 
What (hrouded fpeftres Supedtition ieen 1 

But you, fecure, ihall pour your fad complaint, 
Nor dread the meagre phantom's wan array ; 
What none bat Fear's officious hand can paint, 
What none but Superstition's eye iurvcy. 

The glimm'ring twilight and the doubtful dawn 
Shall lee your ftep to theie fad fcenes return : 
Conftant, as cryftal dews impear the lawn, 
Shall Strepho^s tear bedew Ophelia s urn. 

Sure nought unhallow'd (hall prefume to (tray 
Where lkep the reliquesof that virtuous maid} 
Nor aught unlovely bend its devious way 
Where Toft Ophelia's dear remains are laid. 

Haply thy Mufe, as with unceafmg fighs 

She keeps late vigils, on her urnrechn d, 

May fee light groups of pleafi ng ^™™* 

And phantoms glide, but of celeftial kind. a° 

Then fame, her clarion pendent at her fide, 
Shall feek torgivenefs of Ophelia's ffiade 5 
« Why has iuch worth, without diitinaicn, dy d? 
«< Why, like the defert's lily, blcom d to fade. 


Then young Simplicity, averfe to feign, 
Shall, unnfolefted, breathe her ioiteit hgh, 
And Candour with unwonted warmth complain, 
And Innocence indulge a wailtul cry. 






Then Elegance, with coy judicious hand, 
Shall cull frefti flow'rets for Ophelia's tomb ; 
And Beauty chide the Fates' fevere command, 
That fhew'd the frailty of lb fair a bloom ! 

And Fancy then, with wild ungovern'd wo, 
Shall her lov'd pupil's native tafte explain ; 
For mournful fable all her hues forego, 
And alk fvveet folace of the Mule in vain ! 

Ah ! gentle Forms ! expecl no fond relief; 
Too much the facred Nine their lofs deplore: 
Well may ye grieve, nor find an end of grief— 
Your belt, your brighter! fav'rite is no more. 


He compares the Turbulence of love 'with the Tran- 
quillity of Fricndjlip. To Meliffa his Friend. 

PROM Love, from angry Love's inclement reign 

I pals awhile to Friendihip's equal ikies ; 
Thon, gen'rous Maid ! reliev'ltmy partial pain, 
And cheer'llthe victim of another's eyes. 

'Tis thou, Meliffa, thou deferv'ft ray care ; 5 

How can my will and reafon difagree ? 
How can my pallion live beneath defpair ? 
How can my bolbm ugh for aught but thee ? 

Ah! dear Meliffa! pleas'd with thee to rove, 
My foul has yetfurviv'd its drearier! time; 
111 can I bear the various clime of Love! 
Love is a pleating but a various clime. 

So fmiles immortal Maro's fav'rite more, 
Parthenope, with ev'ry verdure crown'd ; 
When llraight Vefuvio's horrid caldrons roar, 
And the dry vapour blafts the regions round. 





Oh! blifsful regions! oh! unrivali'd plains! 
When iUaro ft> thefe fragrant haunts fetirM ! 
Oh! fatal realms! and, oh! accurs'd domains ! 
When Pliny 'mid fulphureous clouds expir'd ! 20 

So fmiles the furface of the treacVrcus main, 

As o"er its waves the peaceful halcyons play, _ 
When foon rude winds their wonted rule regain, 
jAnJ iky and ocean mingle in the tray. 

But let cr air contend or ocean rave ; »5 

Ev'n Hope fubfide, amid the billows toll 5 
Hope, [till emergent, ftill contemns the wave, 
And not a feature's wonted lmile is loft. 

To a LrJy, on the language of Birds* 

COME then, Dione, let us range the grove, 
The fcience of thefeather'd choirs explore, 
Hear linnets argue, larks defcant of love, 
And blame the gloom of iolitudenomort. 

My dcubt fubfides— 'tis no Italian fong, 
Nor fenlelefs ditty, cheers the vernal tree : 
Ah ' who that hears Dicne's tunetul tongue, 
Shall dcubt that muhc may with fcnfe agree ? 

And come, my Mufe ! that lov'ft the fylvan (hade, 
Evolve the mazes, and the mift difpel ; 
Tranflate the long ; convince my doubting maid 
Nofokmn deivis can explain lo well 

Fenfive beneath the twilight fliades I fate, 
The Have of hcpelefs vows and cold difdam! 
When Philomel addreiVd his mournful mate, 15 

And thus I conftru'd the mellifluent ftrain. 



Sing on, my bird ! — the liquid notes prolong 
At ev'ry note a lover fheds his tear $ 
Sing on, my bird ! — 'tis Damon hears thy fong, 
Nor doubt to gain applaufe when lovers hear. i© 

He the fad fource of our complaining knowj ! 
A foe to Tereus and to lawlel's love' 
He mourns the ftory of our ancient woes ; 
Ah ! could our muiic his complaint remove ! 

Yon" plains are govenfd by a peerlefs maid; 15 
And fee ! pale Cynthia mounts the vaulted (ky j 
A train of lovers court the chequer'd made : 
Sing on, my bird ! and hear thy mate's reply. 

Erew'iile no (hepherd tothefe woods relir'd, 
No lover blefs'd the glow-worm's pallid ray ; 30 
But ill-ftar'd birds, that, lift'ning, not admir'd, 
Orlill'ning, envy'd our fuperiorlay. 

Cheer'dby the fun, thevafTals of his pow'r, 

Let fuch by day unite their jarring (trains, 

But let us chufe the calm, the filent, hour, 

Nor want fit audience while Dione reigns." 36 

He defer ihes his Vifion to an Acquaintance. 

C«era per terras animal:!, S-c. VXRG. 

All animals betide, o'er all the earth, ire. 

f""\N diitant heaths, beneath autumnal (kies, 
^^ Penfive I faw the circling (hade defcend ; 
Weary and faint I heard the ftorm arife, 

While the fun vanifh'd like a faithlefs friend. 

No kind companion led my fteps aright ; 5 

No friendly planet lent its glimm'ring ray; 
Evil the lone cot refus'd its wonted light, 
Where Toil in peaceful (lumber clos'd theday» 



Then the dull bell had giv'n a pleafin^ found; 
The village cur't were tranfports then to hear; 
In dreadful (ilence all was hulh'd around, 
While the rude ftorm alone diftrei's'd mine ear. 


As led by Orwell's winding banks I ftray'd, 
Where tow'ring Wo 1 ley breath'd. his native air, 
A ludden luftre chas'd the flitting (hade, i c 

The ioundmg winds were hufli'd, and all was fain 

Inftant a grateful form appear'd confeft ; 

White were his locks, with awful (cadet crown "d, 

And livelier far than Tyrian ftem'd his veft, 

That with the glowing purple ting'd the ground. 29 

" Stranger!" hefaid, " amid this pealing rain, 
" Benighted, lonelbme, whither wouldft thou ftray ? 
" Does wealth or pow'r thy weary ftep conflrain ? 
" Reveal thy wilh, and let me point the way. 

" For know, I trod the trophy 'd paths of pow'r, 25 

" Felt ev'ry joy that Fair Ambition brings, 

" And left the lonely roof of yonder bow'r 

" To (land beneath the canopies of kings. 

1 I bade low hinds the tow'ring ardour (bare, 
Nor meanly rofe to bids myl'elf alone ; 30 

I fnatch'd the (hepherd from his fleecy care, 
And bade his wholefome dictate guard the throne. 

" Low at my feet the fuppliant peer I faw ; 

• I law proud empires my deciiion wait; 

' My will was duty, and my word was law, 3 5 

" My fnnle was tranfport, and my frown was fate". 

Ah me ! faid I, nor pow'r I feek, nor gain; 
Nor ui-g'd by hope of fame thefe toils endure; 
A fimple youth, that feels a lover's pain, 
And trom his friend's condolence hopes a cure. 4* 






He, the dear youth ! to whole abodes I roam, 
Nor can mine honours nor my fields extend j 
Yet for his fake I leave my diftant home, 
Which oaks embofom, and which hills defend. 

Beneath that home I fcorn the wintry wind ; 
The Spring to lhade me robes her faireit tree! 
And if a friend my grafs-grown threiliold find, 
Oh how my lonely cot refounds with glee 1 

Yet, tho' averfe to gold in heaps amafs'd, 
I wim to blefs, I Languifh to bettow ; 5° 

And tho' no friend to Fame's obftrep rous blait, 
Still to her dulcet murmurs not a Ice. 

Too proud with fervile tone to deign addrefs ; 
Too mean to think that honours are my due; 
Yet (hould fome patron yield my itores to blefs, 
I fore (hould deem my boundlels thanks were tew. 

But tell me, thou 1 that like a meteor's fire 
Shott'ft blazing forth, difdaining dull degrees, 
Should I to wealth, to fame, to powY,, 
Mult I not pafs more rugged paths than theie i <>o 

Muft I not groan beneath a guilty load, 
Praiie him I fcorn, and him I love betray ? 
Does not felonious Envy bar the road ? 
Or Faliehood's treach'rous foot beletthe way? 

Say, fhould I pafs thro' Favour's crowded gate, 
Mult not fair Truth ingloiious wait behind ? 
While I approach the glitt'ring or ltate, 
My bell companion no admittance hud? 

Nurs'd in the ftiades by Freedom's lenient care, 
Shall I the rigid (way of Fortune own? / 

Taught by the voice of pious Truth, prepare 
To lpurn an altar, and adore a throne ? 



And when proud Fortune's ebbing tide recedes. 
And when it leaves me no unfhaken friend, 
Shall I not weep that e'er I left the meads, 75 

Which oaks embofom, and which hills defend ? 

Oh ! if thefe ills the price of pow'r advance, 

Check not my fpeed where focial joys invite ! 

The troubled vifion calt a mournful glance, 

And, figtiing, vaniih'd in the fhades of night. 80 


He defcribes his early Love of Poetry, and its Confluences, 
To Mr. G , 1745.* 

A H me ! what envious magick thins my fold ? 

What mutter'd fpell retards their late increase ? 
Such lefs'ning fleeces mult the {'wain behold, 
That e'er w,th Dorick pipe eflays to pleafe. 

I faw my friends in ev'ning circles meet ; 5 

I took my vocal reed, and tun'd my lay ; 
I hcaid them lay my vocal reed was l'weet : 
Ah, tool ! to credit what I heard them fay. 

Ill-fated Bard! thatfeeks his (kill to mow, 

Then courts the judgment of a friendly ear ; 10 

Not the poor vet'ran, that permits his foe 

To guide his doubtful ltep, has more tc fear. 

Nor could my G miftake thecritick's laws, 

Till pious Friendship mark'd the pleaiing way: 
Welcome iuch errour ! ever blefs'd the caui'e ! 1 5 

Ev'n tho' it led me boundlefs leagues altrav. 

Couldft thou reprove me, when I nurs'd the flame 
On lift'ning CherwelTs oiler banks reclin'd ? 
While foe to Fortune, unfedue'dby Fame, 
I iooth'd the bias of a carelefs mind ? 2.0 

* N. D. Written after the death of Mr. Pope. 



Youth's gentle kindred, Health and Love, were met; 
What tho 1 in Alrba's guardian arms I play'd? 
How (hall the Mule thole vacant hours forget? 
Or deem that bill's by loiid cares repaid ? 

Thou know'fthdw tranfport thrills the tender breait 
Where Love and Fancy fix their op'ning reign ; 26 
How Nature ihines, in livelier colours dreft, 
To biefs their union, and to grace their train. 

So firft when Phoebus met the Cyprian queen, 
And favour'd Rhodes beheld their paffion crown'd, 30 
Unuiual fiow'rs ennch'd the painted green, 
Andfwitt fpontaneous roles blulh'd around. 

Now fadly lorn, from Twitnam's widow'd bow'r 
The drooping Mufes take their cafual way, 
And where they flop, a flood of tears they pour; 35 
And where they weep, no more the fields are gay. 

Where is the dappled pink, the fprightly rofe ? 

The cowflip's golden cup no more I lee : 

Dark and difcolour'd ev'ry fiow'r that blows, 

To form the garland, Elegy '. for thee — 4° 

Enough of tears has wept the virtuous dead; 
Ah ! might we now the pious rage controul ! 
HufiYd be my grief ere ev'ry lfnile be fled, 
Ere the deep-lwelling iigh lubvert the foul ! 

If near fome trophy fpring a {tripling bay, 45 

Pleas'd we behold the graceful umbrage rife, 

But loon too deep it works its baneful way, 

And low on earth the proftrate rum lies.* 4 8 

* Alludes to what is reported of the bay-tree, that if it is planted too 
near tae wall of an edifice, its rojts wo.k their way urMUraetUi, 

till they deftroy the foundation. 



He defcribes bis Difmtereftcdnefs to a Friend. 

T NE'ER muft tinge my lip with Celtick wines ; 
A The pomp of India muft I ne'er difpby j 
Nor boait the produce of Peruvian mines, 
Nor with Italian founds deceive the day. 

Down yonder brook my cryflal bev'rage flows ; 5 

My grateful fheep their annual fleeces bring j 
Fair in my garden buds the damafk rofe, 
And from my grove I hear the throftle fing. 

My fellow fwains ! avert your dazzled eyes ; 
In vain alhir'd by glitt'iing fpoils they rove ; 10 

The Fates ne'er meant them for the fhepherd's prize, 
Yet gave them ample recompence in love. 

They gave you vigour from your parents veins ; 
They gave you toils, but toils your iinews brace ; 
They gave you nymphs that own their am'rous pains 5 
And fliades, the refuge of the gentle race. 16 

To carve your loves, to paint your mutual flames, 

See ! polifh'd fair, the beech's friendly rird ! 

To hng lbft carols to your lovely dames, 

See vocal grots, and echoing vaies aflign'd \ 20 

Wouldft thou, my Strephon ! Love's delighted flave! 
Tho' lure the wreaths of chivalry to lhare, 
Fyrego the ribband thy Matilda gave, 
And giving, bade thee in remembrance wear ? 

Ill fare my peace, but ev'ry idle toy, 25 

If to my mind my Delia's form it brings, 
Kas truer worth, imparts fmcei er joy, 
Than all that bears the radiant Itamp of kings. 

G 3 


my foul weeps, my bread with anguilh bleeds, 
When Love deplores the tyrant pow'r of Gain ! 30 
Difdaining riches as the futile weeds, 

1 rife fuperior, and the rich difdain. 

Oft' from the dream, flow-wand'ring down the glade, 
Penfive I hear the nuptial peal rebound : 
« Some mifer weds," I cry, " the captive maid, 35 
" And fome fond lover fickens at the ibund." 

Not Somerville, the Mufes friend of old, 

Tho' now exalted to yon' ambient Iky, 

So fhunrfd a foul diftain'd with earth and gold, 

So lov'd the pure the gen'rous bread, as I. 4° 

ScornM be the wretch that quits his genial bowl, 
His loves, his friendfliips, ev'n his ielf refigns j 
Perverts the facred indincl of his foul, 
And to a ducat's dirty fphere confines. 

But come, my Friend ! with tade, with fcience, bled, 
Ere age impair me, and ere gold allure ; 4<> 

Reftore thy dear idea to my bread, 
The rich depoiite mall the ftirine fecure. 

Let others toil to gain the fordid ore, 

The charms of independence let us fing : f o 

Blefs'd with thy friendship, can I wifhi or more 

I'll fpurri the boaded wealth of Lydia's king.* 5 Z 


<fo Fortune, fuggefling his Motive for repining at her 

ASK not the caufe why this rebellious tongue 
Loads with freih curfes thy detetted fwayi 
A(k not, thus branded in my lotted long, 
Why dands the flatter'd name which all obey? 

* Crocus. 


'Tis not that in my ftied I lurk forlorn, 
Nor fee my roof on Parian columns rife ; 
That on this breaft no mimick liar is borne, 
Rever'd, ah • more than thofe that light the fkies. 




'Tis not that on the turf fupinely laid, 
I ling or pipe, but to the flocks that graze; 
And, all inglorious, in the lonefome made 
My finger ftiffens, and my voice decays. 

Not that my fancy mourns thy ftern command, 
When many an embryo dome is loft in airj 
While guardian Prudence checks my eager hand, 1 5 
And ere the turf is broken, cries, " Forbear : 

" Forbear, vain Youth! be cautious, weigh thy gold, 

*' Nor let yon 1 riling column more afpire : 

" Ah ! better dwell in ruins, than behold 

" Thy fortunes moulding, and thy domes entire. 20 


Honorio built, but dar'd my laws defy ; 
He planted, fcornful of my iage commands ; 
The peach's vernal bud regal'd his eye, 
The fruitage ripen'd for more frugal hands." 

See the fmall ftream, that pours its murm'ring tide 25 
O'er fome rough rock, that would its wealth difplay, 
Difplays it aught but penury and pride ? 
Ah ! conftrue wifely what fuch murmurs fay. 

How would fome flood, with ampler treafures bleft, 
Difdainful view the (cantling drops diftil ! 30 

How muft Velino * make his reedy creft ! 
Howev'ry cygnet mock the boaftive rill ! 

Fortune ! I yield ; and fee, J give the fign ; 
At noon the poor mechanick wanders horni-, 
Collefts the iquare, the level, and the line, 35 

And with retorted eyeforfakes the dome. 

* A river in Italy, that falls 100 yards perpendicular. 


Yes, I can patient view the fliadelefs plains , 

Can unrepining leave the rifmg wall ; 

Check the fond love of art that fir'd my veins, 

And my warm hopes in full purfuit recall. 40 

Defcend, ye Storms ! deftroy my rifing pile ; 
Loos'd be the whirlwind's unremitting fway ; 
Contented I, although the gazer fmile 
To fee it fcarce furvive a winter's day. 

Let fome dull dotard bade in thy gay lhrine, 4.J 

As in the fun regales his wanton herd ; 

Guiltlefs of envy, why fhould I repine 

That his rude voice, his grating reed's, preferr'd ? 

Let him exult, with boundlefs wealth fupply'd, 
Mine and the fwain's reluclant homage (hare ; 50 

But, ah ! his tawdry fhepherdefs's pride, 
Gods ! mull my Delia, muft my Delia, bear ? 

Muft Delia's foftnefs, elegance, and eafe, 
Submit to Marian's drefs ? to Marian's gold i 
Muft Marian's robe from diftant India pleafe? 55 

The iimple fleece my Delia's limbs enfold ? 

f* Yet fare on Delia feems the ruffet fair; 

" Ye glittVing daughters of Difguife adieu!" 

So talk the wife, who judge of fhape and air, 

But will the rural thane decide fo true ? 60 

Ah ! what is native worth efteem'd of clowns ? 
'Tis thyfalfe glare, O Foitune! thine they fee; 
'Tis'formy Delia's fake I dread thy frowns, 
And my lalt gafp mall curies breathe on thee. 64. 




He complains honu foon the f leafing Novelty of Life 
is over. To Mr. J 

A H me ! my Friend ! it will not, will not laft 1 
This fairy fcene, that cheats our youthful eyes j 
The charm diilblves ; tlf aerial mufick's pait j 
The banquet ceai'es, and the vifion flies. 

Where are the fplendid forms, the rich perfumes, 5 
Where the gay tapers, where the fpacious dome ? 
Vani/h'd the coltly pearls, the cnmion plumes, 
And we, delightlei's, left to wander home! 

Vain now are books, the fage's wifdom vain ! 
What has the world to bribe our fteps aftray ! 
Ere Realbn learns by ftudy'd laws to reign, 
The weaken'd paffions, lelf-fubdu'd, obey. 

Scarce has the fun fev'n annual courfes roll'd, 
Scarce fhewn the whole that Fortune can iupply 
Since not the mifer lb carefs 'd his gold 
As I, for what it gave, was heard to figh. 

On the world's ftage I wifrYd fome fprightly part, 
To deck my native fleece with tawdry lace ! 
'Twas life, 't was tafte, and — oh ! my foclilh heart ! 
Substantial joy was fix'd in pow'r and place. 20 

And you, ye works of Art ! allur'd mine eye, 
The breathing piflure and the living itone: 
" Tho 1 gold, tho' fplendour, Hcav'n and Fate deny, 
" Yet might I call one Titian ltroke my own 1" 

Smit with the charms of Fame, whofe lovely fpoil, 25 
The wreath, the garland, fire the poet's pride, 
I trimm'd my lamp, confum'd the midnight oil- 
Em foon the paths of health and tame divide ! 



Oh', too, I pray'd ; 'twas Nature form'd the pray'r, 
To grace my native 1'cenes, my rural home ; 30 

To lee my trees expreis their planter's care, 
And gay, on Attick models, raife my dome. 

But now 'tis o'er, the deardelufion's o'er; 

A ftagnar.t breezelei's air becalms my foul ; 

A fond afpiring candidate no more, 35 

I fcorn the palm before I reach'd the goal. 

O Youth ! enchanting ftage, profufely blefs'd ! 
Blil's ev'n objfrufive courts the frolick mind ; 
Of health neglectful, yet by health careis'd, 
Careleis of favour, yet fecure to find. 40 

Then glows the breaft as op'ning rofes fair ; 
More free, more vivid, than the linnet's wing: 
tloneft as light, tranl'parent ev'n as air, 
Tender as buds, and iaviih as the Spring. 

Not all the force of manhood's a£Hve might, 45 

Not all the craft to fubtle age affign'd, 
Not fciencefliall extort that dear delight, 
Which gay deluhon gave the tender mind. 

Adieu, foft raptures ! tranfports void of care ! 
Parent of ruptures, dear Deceit ! adieu ; 50 ' 

And you, her daughters, pining with defpair, 
Why, why fo f'oon her fleeting Heps purine! 

Tedious again to curfe the drizzling day ! 

Again to tiace the wintry tracks or fnow ! 

Or, lboth'd by vernal airs, again furvey 55 

The lelf-lame hawthorns bud, and cowilips blow! 

O Life ! how foon of ev'ry blifs forlorn ! 

We itart falle joys, and urge the devious race ; 

A tender prey ; that cheers our youthtui mom, 

Then finks untimely, and defrauds the chuie. 60 




His Recantation. 
T\JO more the Mule obtrudes her thin difguife, 

No more with awkward fallacy cclhplaina 
How ev'ry fervour from my boibm flies, 
And Reafon in her lonefome palace reigns. 

Ere the chill winter of our days arrive, 

No more (he paints the bread from paflion free • 

I feel, I feel one louring wi/h furvive 

Ah ! need J, Florio, name that wifli to thee ? 

The ftar of Venus ufliers in the day, 
The firft, the lovelieft of the train' that mine « 
The ftar of Venus lends her brighter!: ray, 
When other ftars their friendly beams refio-n. 

Still in my breaft one foft defire remains, 
Pure as that ftar, from guilt, from int'reft, free • 
Has gentle Delia tripp'd acrofs the plains, 
And need I, Florio, name that vrifli to thee ? 

While, cloy'd to find the fcenes of life the fame, 
1 tune with careleis hand my languid lavs, 
Some fecret impuiie wakes my former flame, 
And fires my ftrain with hopes of brighter days. 

I flept not long beneath yon' rural bow'rs, 
And, lo ! my crook with flow'rs adorn 'd I fee • 
Has gentle Delia bound my crook with tWrs. 
And need I, Florio, name my hopes to ;hee i 







To a Friend, on fo me flight Occafion efl ranged from him. 

TLTEALTH to my friend, and many a cheerful day ! 
A Around his feat may peaceful ihades abide ! 
Smooth flow the minutes, fraught with fmiles, away, 
And till they crown our union gently glide ! 

Ah me! too fwiftly fleets our vernal bloom ! 5 

Loft to our wonted friendfhip, loft to joy ! 
Socn may thy bread the cordial wifti refume, 
Ere wintry doubt its tender warmth deftroy ! 

Say, were it ours, by Fortune's wild command, 
By chance to meet beneath the Torrid Zone, 10 

Wouldft thou rejeft thy Damon's plighted hand ? 
Wouldft thou with {'corn thy once-lov'd friend difown ? 

Life is that ftranger land, that alien clime ; 
Shall kindred fouls forego their ibcial claim ? 
Lanch'd in the vaft abyfs of fpace and time, 15 

Shall dark fufpicion quench the gen'rous flame ? 

Myriads of fouls, that knew one parent mould, 

See fadly l'ever'd by the laws of Chance ! 

Myriads, in Time's perennial lift enroll'd, 

Forbid by Face to change one" transient glance ! 20 

But we have met — where ills of ev'ry form, 
Where paflions rage, and hurricanes defcend 5 
Say, fliall we nurfe the rage, aflift the ftorm, 
And guide them to the boloin — of a friend ? 

Yes, we have met — thro' rapine, fraud, and wrong : 
Might our joint aid the paths of peace explore : *6 

Why leave thy friend amid the boift'rcus throng, 
Ere death divide us, and we part no more ? 


For, ch ! pale Sicknefs warns thy friend away ; 
For me no more the vernal rofes bloom ! 30 

I fee item Fate his ebon wand difplay, 
And point thewither'd regions of the tomb. 

Then the keen anguifli from thine eye (hall dart, 

Sad as thou followed my untimely bier ; 

" Foci that I was— if friends fo "loon muft part, 

" To let fufpicion intermix a fear.'' 36 


Declining an Invitation to vijit Foreign Countries, he takes 
Occajion io intimate the Advantages of his own. 
To Lord Temple. 
"t/yHILE others, loft to friendftiip, loft to love, 
_ Wafte their belt minutes on a foreign ftrand, 
Be mine with Britim nymph or fwain to rove, 
And court the Genius of my native land. 

Deluded youth! that quits thefe verdant plains, 5 

To catch the follies of an alien icil! 
To win the vice his genuine foul difdains, 
Return exultant, and import the Jpoil ! 

In vain he boafls of his detefted prize; 

No more it blooms, to Eritifti climes convey *d ; 10 

Cramp'd by the impulle of ungenialfkies, 

See its frefti vigour in a moment fade ; 

Th* exotick folly knows its native ciime, 

An awkward (banger, if we waft it o'er ; 

Why then thele toils, this coftly wafte of time, 15 

To lpread foft poifou on our happy more ? 

I covet not the pride of foreign looms ; 
In feared of foreign modes I i'corn to rove ; 
Nor lor the wcrthlefs bird of brighter plumes 
W old change the ineaneft warbler of my grove. 20 



No diftant clime (hall fervile airs impart, 
Or form thefe limbs with pliant eafe topiay j 
Trembling I view the Gaul's illufive art, 
That fteals my lov'd rufticity away. 

'Tis long fince Freedom fled th' Hefperian clime, 2 5 
Her citron groves, her flow'r-embroider'd fhorej 
She faw the^Britifh oak afpire fublime, 
And foft Compania's olive charms no more. 

Let partial fans mature the weftern mine, 
To (hed its luftre o'er th' Iberian maid ; _ 30 

Mien, beauty, fhape, O native foil ! are thine 3 
Thy peerlefs daughters afk no foreign aid. 

Let Ceylon's envy'd plant * perfume the feas, 

Till torn to feafon the Batavian bowl ; 

Ours is the breaft whofe genuine ardours pleafe, 3S 

Nor need a drug to meliorate the foul. 

Let the proud foldan wound th' Arcadian groves, 

Or with rude lips th' Aonian fount profane } 

The Mule no more by flow'ry Ladon roves, 

She feeks her Thomfon on the Britifh plain. 4-0 

Tell not of realms by ruthlefs war difmay'd ; 
Ah ! hapleis realms ! that war's oppreflion feel ; 
In vain may Auftria boaft her Norick blade, 
If Auftria bleed beneath her boafted fteel. 

Beneath her palm Idume vents her moan ; 
Raptur'd, (he once beheld its friendly (hade ; 
And hoary Memphis boafts her tombs alone, 
The mournful types of mighty pow'r decay d! 

No Crefcent here difplays its baneful horns ; 
No turban'd hoft the voice of Truth reproves ; 
Learning's free fource the (age's breaft adorns, 
And poets, not inglorious, chant their loves. 
* The cinnamon. 



Boaft, favourM Media ! boaft thy flow Vy ftores j 
Thy thouland hues by chymic Jiins refin'd j 
*Tis not the drefs of mien my foul adores, 55 

'Tisthe rich beauties of" Britannia's mind. 

While Grenville's * breaft could virtue's ftores afford, 

What envy'd flota bore lb fair a freight r 

The mine compar'd in vain its latent hoard, 

The gem its luftre, and the gold its weight. 60 

Thee, Grenville ! thee, with calmeft courage fraught ! 
Thee, the lov'd image of thy native fliore ! 
Thee, by the Virtues arm'd, the Graces taught ! 
When (hall we ceafe to boaft or to deplore ? 

Prefumptuous War, which could thy life deftroy, 65 
What (hall it now in recompence decree ? 
While friends, that merit ev'ry earthly joy, 
Feel ev'ry anguifti ; feel — the lol's of thee 1 

Bid me no more a fervile realm compare, 

No more the Mufe of partial praife arraign j 70 

Britannia fees no foreign breaft fo fair, 

And if (he glory, glories not in vain. 72 


la Memory of a private Family f in JVorceJlerJkire. 
"pROM a lone tow'r with rev'rend ivy crown'd, 
* The pealing bell awak'd a tender iigh ; 
Still as the village caught the waving found, 
A fvvelling tear diftream'd from ev'ry eye. 

So droop'd, I ween, each Briton's breaft of old, 5 
When the dull curfew fpoke their freedom fled ; 
For, lighing as the mournful accent roll'd, 
" Our hope," they cry'd, " our kind fuppcrt, is dead !" 

* Written about the time of Captain Grenville's death, 
t The Pennsot Harborough; a place whole name in the Saxton lan- 
guage alludes to an army: and there is a tradition that there was a batik 
toi.giu on the Downs adjoining, betwixt the Britons and the Romans. 



'Twas good Palemon — Near a fhaded pool, 
A group of ancient elms umbrageous rcie ; jo 

The flocking rooks, by InftincVs native rule, 
This peaceful l'cene for their ai'ylum chole. 

A few lmall fpires, to Gothick fancy fair, 

Amid -he fhades emerging (truck the view j 

'Twas here his youth reipir'd its earlsefl air ; 1 5 

'Twas here his age bieath'd out its Jaft adieu. 

One favour' d fon engag'd his tend'reft care ; 
One pious youth his whole affection crcwn'd; 
In his young brealf. the virtues iprung i'o fair, 
Such charms difplay'd, fuch fwtets diffus'd around. 

ButwhiUl gay tranfport in his face appears, 21 

A noxious vapour clogs the poifon'd Iky, 
Blafts the fair crop — the fire isdrown'd in tears, 
And, fcarce furviving, fees his Cynthio die ! 

O'er the pale corfe we faw him gently bend : 45 

Heart-chill'd with grief — " My thread," he cry'd, 

" is fpun ! 
«? If Heaven had meant I mould my life extend, 
♦' Heav'n had preierv'd my life's iupport, my ion. 

" Snatch'd in thy prime ! alas ! the itroke were mild, 

" Had my frail form obey'd the Fate's decree ! 30 

«< Blefs'd were my lot, O Cynthio ! O my child ! 

«■ Had Heav'n [o pleas'd, and had I dy'd for thee." 

Five fleeplefs nights he ftemm'd this tide of woes ; 
Five irkibme funs he law, thro' tears, forlorn ! 
On his his pale corfe the iixth fad morning rofe ; 3$ 
From yonder dome the mournful bier was burne. 

'Twas on thofe * Downs, by Roman holls annoy 'd, 
Fought our bold fathers, ruftick, unrehVd ! 
Freedom plain ions in martial cares employ 'd ! 39 

They tipg'd their bodies, but unmaik'd their mind. 
* Hirborough Downs. 


*Twas there, In happier times, this virtuous race, 
Of milder merit, fix'd their calm retreat ; 
War's deadly crimfon had forfook the place, 
And freedom fondly lov'd the choien feat. 

No wild ambition fir'd their tranquil breaft, 45 

To fwell with empty founds afpotlefs name; 
If foft'ring flcies, the fun, the (how'r, were bleft, 
Their bounty fpread j their fields' extent the fame. 

Thofe fields, profufe of raiment, food, and fire, 
They l'corn'd to leflen, carelefs to extend ; 50 

Bade Luxury tolavim courts afpire, 
And Avarice to city breaits defcend. 

None to a virgin's mind preferr'd her dow'r, 

To fire with vicious hopes a modeftheir : 

The fire, in place of titles, wealth, or pow'r, 55 

Affign'd him virtue ; and his lot was fair. 

They fpoke of Fortune as fome doubtful dame, 
That fway'd the natives of a diltant fphere ; 
From Lucre's vagrant fons had learn 'd her fame, 
But never wifh'd to place her banners here. 60 

Here youth's free fpirit, innocently gay, 
Enjoy'd the molt that Innocence can give 5 
Thofe whoiefome fweets that border Virtue's way; 
Thofe cooling fruits, that we may taite and live. 

Their board no ftrange ambiguous viand bore ; 65 

From their own ftreams their choicer fare they drew j 
To lure the fcaly glutton to the more, 
The fole deceit their artlefs bofom knew! 

Sincere themfelves, ah ! too fecure to find 
The common bofom, like their own, fincere*. 7« 

'Tis its own guilt alarms the jealous mind ; 
'Tis her own poifon bids the viper fear. 

H 3 


Sketch'd on the lattice of th' adjacent fane, 
Their fuppliant bufts implore the reader's pray'r: 
Ah! gentle fouls ! enjoy your blifsful reign, 75 

And let frail mortals claim your guardian care. 

For fure to blifsful realms the fouls are flown 
That never flatter'd, injur'd, cenfur'd, ftrovej 
The friends of fcience ! mufic all their own j 
Mulic, the voice of Virtue and of Love ! 80 

The journeying peafant, thro' the fecret made, 
Heard their loft lyres engage his lift'ning ear, 
And haply deem'd fome courteous angel play'd } 
No angel play'd — but might with tranfport hear. 

For thefe the founds that chafe unholy ftrife ! 85 

Solve Envy's charm, Ambition's wretch releafe 1 
Raife him to fpurn the radiant ills of life, 
To pity pomp, to be content with peace. 

Farewell, pure Spirits ! vain the praife we give, 
The praife you fought from lips angelic flows j 9* 

Farewell ! the virtues which deierve to live 
Deferve an ampler blifs than life bellows. 

Lair of his race, Palemon, now no more 

The modeft merit of his line difplay'd ; 

Then pious Hough Vigornia's mitre wore—? 

Soft fleep the dull of each deferving fhade. 96 


He fuggejls the Advantage of Birth to a Per/on of Merit, 

and the Folly of a Supercilioufnefs that is built upon 

that file Foundation. 

WHEN genius, grae'd with lineal fplendour, glows, 
When title mines, with ambient virtues crown'd, 
Like fome fair almond's flow'ry pomp it ihows, 
The pride, the perfume, of the regions round. 

,»»ii*.,&i>*»4uv*' / *■ wm *»» *'"■** Xrw- 


Then learn, ye Fair! to fofteni'plendour's ray; 5 

Endure the fwain, the youth of low degree ; 
Let meeknefs join'd its temp' rate beam diiplay ; 
'Tis the mikl vtrdure that endears the tree. 

Pity the fcandal'd fwain, the ftiepherd's boy ; 

He fighs to brighten a neglecled name; 10 

Foe to the dull appull'e of vulgar joy, 

He mourns his lot ; he wifhei:, merits fame. 

In vain to groves and pathlefs vales we fly ; 
Ambition there the bow'ry haunt invaded j 
Fame's awful rays fatigue the courtier's eye, 15 

But gleam ftill lovely thro' the cnequer'd ihades. 

Vainly, to guard from Love's unequd chain, 

Has Fortune rear'd us in the rural grove ; 

Should * * * *'s eyes illume the deiert plain, 

Ev'n I may wonder, and ev'n I muit love. 20 

Not unregarded fighs the lowly hind ; 
Tho' you contemn, the gods reipect his vow j 
Vindictive rage awaits the fcornlul mind, 
And vengeance, too fevere ! the gods allow. 

On Sarum's plain I met a wandering fair ; 25 

The look of forrow, lovely ftill, fheborc; 
Looie flovv'd the foft redundance of her hair, 
And on her brow a flow'ry wreath ihe wore. 

Oft' ftooping as ihe ftray'd, (he cull'dthe pride 

Ot ev'ry plain ; fhe pillag'd ev'ry grove ! 3« 

The fading chaplet daily ihe fupply'd, 

And ftill her hand fome various garland wove. 

Erroneous Fancy map'd her wild attire : 
From Bethlem's walls the poor lympatick ftray'd 5 
Seem'd with her air her accent to confpire, 35 

When, as wild Fane y taught tier, thus Ihe laid ; 


«« Hear me, dear Youth! oh! hear an haplefs maid, 
** Sprung from the fceptred line of ancient kings j 
* c Scorn'd by the world, I afk thy tender aid ; 
" Thy gentle voice mall whiiper kinder things. 4.0 

" The world is frantic — fly the race profane— 
Nor I nor you fliall its companion move; 
Come, friendly let us wander and complain, 
And tell me, Shepherd ! haft thou ieen my love ? 

My love is young — but other loves are young ; 45 
And other loves are fair, and fo is mine \ 
An air divine difclofes whence he lprung ; 
He is my love who boafts that air divine. 

" No vulgar Damon robs me of my reft ; 
" Ianthe liftens to no vulgar vow ; 50 

" A prince from gods delcended fires her breaft ; 
(* A brilliant crown diftinguilhes his brow. 

« What, (hall I ftain the glories of my race, 

" More clear, more lovely bright, than Helper's beam ? 

" The porc'lain pure with vulgar dirt debaie ? 35 

" Or mix with puddle the pellucid ftream ? 

f! See thro'' thefe veins the fapphire current fhine ! 
*' 'Twas Jove's own neclar gave th' ethereal hue : 
" Can bale plebeian forms contend with mine, 
(l Diiplay the lovely white, or match the blue? 6q 

" The painter ftrove to trace its azure ray ; 
" He chang'd his colours, and in vain he ftrove : 
" He frown'd — I, fmiling, view'd the faint effay : 
" Poor youth! he little knew it fluw'd from Jove. 

Pitying his toil, the wondrous truth I told, 65 

How am'rous Jove trepann'd a mortal fair ; 
How thro' the race the gen'rous current roli'd, 
•\nd mocks the poet's art and painter's care. 



" Yes, from the gods, from earlieft Saturn, fprung 
" Our facred race, thro' demi-gods convey'd, 70 

" And he, aliy'd to Phcebus, ever young, 

My godlike boy ! mull wed their duteous maid. 


" Oft,' when a mortal vow profanes my ear, 

*' My fire's dread fury murmurs thro' the Iky ; 

" And mould I yield — his inftant rage appears ; 75 

t* He darts th' uplilted vengeance — and I die. 

*' Have you not heard unwonted thunders roll ? 
f* Have you not leen more horrid lightnings glare ? 
" 'Twas then a vulgar love enfnarM my loulj 

'Twas then— I hardly 'fcap'd the fatal inare. 8® 


" 'Twas then a peafant pour'd his am'rous vow, 
" All as I liften'd to his vulgar ltrain ; — 
ts Yet fuch his beauty — would my birth allow, 
*' Dear were the youth, and blifsful were the plain. 

" But, oh '. I faint ! why waftes my vernal bloom, 85 

f In fruitlel's fearches ever doom'd to rove? 

*' My nightly dreams the toilfome path relume, 

f* And Hull I die — before I find my love ? 

tl When laft I fitpt, methcught my ravifli'd eye 
*' On diltant heaths his radiant form furvey'd ; 90 

*' Tho' night's thick clouds encompalVd all the Iky, 
f* The gems that bound his brow dilpell'd the fhade. 

*' O how this bolbm kindled at the fight ! 

li Led by their beams I urgd the pleating chafe, 

f* Till on a ludden thefe withheld their light— 95 

** All, all things envy thefubiime embrace. 

* f But now r r o more — Behind the diftant grove 
ft Wanders my deitin'd youth, and chides my ftay : 
?* See, fee ! he grafps the fteel — Forbear, my Love— 
*' Ianthe comes j thy princefs hafies away." 100 


Scornful (lie fpoke, and, heedlel's of reply, 

The lovely maniac bounded o'er the plain, 

The piteous victim of an angry Iky ! 

Ah me! the viftim of her proud diidain. 104. 


He indulges the Suggefiions of Spleen : an Elegy to 
the Winds. 

/Eolc! namque tibi divum Pater atquc hominum rex, 
Et mulcere dedit mentcs et tollere vcnto. 

O /Eolas ! to thee the Sire fupreme 
Of gods and men the mighty pow'r bequeathed 
To roufe or ts affuage the human mind. 

CTERN Monarch of the winds ! admit my pray'r j 
^ Awhile thy fury check, thy ftorms confine j 
No trivial blaft impels the paffive air, 
But brews a tempeft in a breaft like mine. 

What bands of black ideas fpread their wings ! 5 , 

The peaceful regions of Content invade ! 
With deadly poifon taint the cryftal fprings! 
With noilbme vapour blaft the verdant made ! 

I know their leader, Spleen, and the dread fway 
Of rigid Eurus, his detefted lire ; 10 

Thro' one my bloiloms and my fruits decay ; 
Thro' one my pleafuies and my hopes expire. 

Like fome pale ftripling, when his icy way, 
Relenting, yields beneath the noontide beam, 
I ltand aghaft, and, chill'd with fear, furvey J 5 

How far I've tempted life's deceitful ftream. 

Where, by remorfe impell'd, repuls'd by fears, 

Shall wretched Fancy a retreat explore ? 

She flies the lad prei'age of coming years, 

And ibrrowing dwells on pleafures now no more* 20 


Again with patrons and with friends flie roves, 
But friends and patrons never to return ; 
She fees the Nymphs, the Graces, and the Loves, 
But fees them weeping o'er Luanda's urn. 

She vifits, Ifis ! thy forfaken ftream, 25 

Oh ! ill forfaken for Boeotian air ; 

She deems no flood reflects fo bright a beam, 

No reed fo verdant, and no flow'rs fo fair. 

She deems beneath thy facred (hades were peace, 
Thy bays might e'en the civil Aorm repel j 39 

Reviews thy lbcial blifs, thy learned eafe, 
And with no chearful accent cries Farewell ! 

Farewell, with whom to thefe retreats I ftray'd, 
By youthful fports, by youthful toils, ally'd ; 
Joyous we fojoum'd in thy circling fhade, 35 

And wept to find the paths of life divide. 

She paints the progrefs of my rival's vow, 

Sees ev'ry Mule a partial ear incline, 

Binds with luxuriant bays his favoui'dbrow, 

Nor yields the refufe of his wrath to mine. 40 

She bids the flatt'ring mirror, form'd to pleafe, 
Now blaft my hope, now vindicate defpair j 
Bids my fond verfe the lovelick parley ceaie, 
Accule my rigid fate, acquit my fair. 

Where circling rocks defend fome pathlefs vale, 45 
Superfluous mortal ! let me ever rove ; 
Alas ! there Echo will repeat the tale — 
Where mall I find the iilent fcenes I love ? 

Fain would I mourn my Incklefs fate alone, 
Forbid to pleale, yet fated to admire ; 
Away, my friends ! my Sorrows are my own ; 
Why fhould I breathe around my fick deiire ? 


Sd, tLEGlEJ. 

Bear me, ye Winds ! indulgent to my pains, 

Near fome Tad ruin's ghaftly {hade to dwell, 

There let me fondly eye the rude remains, 55 

And from the mouldYing refufe build my cell. 

Genius of Rome ! thy proftrate pomp difplay, 
Trace ev'ry difmal proof of Fortune's pow'r ; 
Let me the wreck of theatres furvey, 
Or penfive lit beneath fome nodding tow'r. 69 

Or where fome doct, by rolling feafons worn, 
Convey'd pureffreams to Rome's imperial wall, 
Near the wide breach in iilence let me mourn, 
Or tune my dirges to the water's fall. 

Genius of Carthage! paint thy ruhVd pride 5 65 

Tow'rs, arches, fanes, in wild confufion ftrown ; 
Let banifh'd Marius,* low'ring by thy fide, 
Compare thy fickle fortunes with his own. 

Ah no ! thou Monarch of the ftorms ! forbear ; 
My trembling nerves abhor thy rude controul, 70 

And fcarce a pleafmg twilight fooths my care, 
Ere one vaft death, like darknefs, fnocks my foul. 

Forbear thy rage — on no perennial bafe 

Is built frail Fear, or Hope's deceitful pile; 

My pains are fled — my joy relumes its place, 

Should the Iky brighten, or Melifla fmile. 76 

* " I-opemque vitam in tugurio ruinarum Carthaginenfium tote- 
ravit, cum Maiius inlpicler.s Carthagincm, ilia intuer.; Maricci, aiter 
alteri poffent efi'e folatio." J i- ■ 


Marius endured a life or poverty under inciter of the Car'ha ,: r.:an 
nuns; and while he contemplated Carthage, and Carthage bet.cld 
him, they might be laid mutually to refenible and acceont fur eacli 



He repeats the Song of Colin, a difcerning Shepherd, 
lamenting the State of the Woollen Manufactory. 

Ergoomni ftudio glaciem rentofque nivales, 

Quo minus ert illis cur2E moruiis egeftas, 

Avertes : victumque feres. VIRG. 


Thou, therefore, in proportion to their lack 
Of human aid, with all thy care defend 
From frozen leafons and inclement blails, 
And give them timely food. 

"V[EAR Avon's bank, on Arden's flow Yy plain, 
•^ A tuneful fhepherd* charm'd the lift'ning wave, 
And funny Cotfol' fondly lov'd the ftrain, 
Yet not a garland crowns the fhepherd's grave ! 

Oh ! loft Ophelia ! fmoothly iow'd the day 5 

To feel his mufic with my flames agree, 
To tafte the beauties of his melting lay, 
To tafte, and fancy it was dear to thee. 

When for his tomb, with each revolving year, 

I fteal the mufk-role from the fcented brake, 1© 

I ftrew my cowilips, and I pay my tear, 

I'll add the myrtle for Ophelia's fake. 

Shiv'ring beneath a leaflefs thorn he lay, 
When Death's chill rigour feiz'd his flowing tongue. 
The more I found his falt'ring notes decay', 1 5 

The more prophetic truth fublim'd the long. 

,c Adieu, my Flocks!" he faid, " my wonted care, 

w By funny mountain or by verdant Ihore ; 

* £ May l'ome more happv hand your fold prepare, 

" And may you need your Colin' s crook no more ! 20 

Mr. SomerviUe. 



" And you, ye fhepherds! lead my gentle fheep» 
" To breezy hills or leafy fheltcrs lead; 
« { But if the iky with fhow'rs incefl'ant weep, 
" Avoid the putrid moifture of the mead. 

" Where the wild thyme perfumes the purpled heath, 

«« Long loit'ring, there your fleecy tribes extend — z6 

*' But what avails the maxims I bequeath? 

« The fruitlefs gift of an officious friend ! 

" Ah! what avails the tim'rous lambs to guard, 

" Tho' nightly cares with daily labours join, 30 

" If foreign lloth obtain the rich reward, 

«< If Gallia's craft the pond'rous fleece purloin? 

« Was it fcr this, by conftant vigils worn, 

" I met the terrours of an early grave ? 

*« For this I led 'em from the pointed thorn ? 

" For this I bathed 'em in the lucid wave ? 36 

" Ah ! heedlefs Albion ! too benignly prone 

" Thy blood to lavifh and thy wealth relign ! 

" Shall ev'ry other virtue grace thy throne, 

«•' But quick-ey'd Prudence, never yet be thine ? 40 

«< From the fair natives of this peerlefs hill 

" Thou °;av'ft tne mee P thatbiowze Iberian plains; 

« f Their plaintive cries the faithlefs region till, 

" Their ritece adorns an haughty foe's domains. 

" Ill-fated flocks! from cliff to cliff they (tray ; 4.5 
" Far from their dams, their native guardians, far! 
« Where the foft fhepherd, all the livelong day, 
" Chaunts his proud minrefs to his hoarfe guittar. 

" But Albion's youth her native fleece defpife ; 

" Unmov'd they- hear the pining fhepherd's moan ; 50 

«« In filky folds each nervous limb dii'guife, 

" Allur'd by ev'ry treai'ure but their own. 


" Oft' have I hurry'd down the rocky fteep, 

" Anxious to fee the wintry tempeft drive ; 

" Preferve," faidl, " preierve your fleece, my Sheep ! 

" Ere long will Phillis, will my love, arrive. 56 

" Ere long me came : ah! wo is me ! ftie came, 
" Rob'd in the Gallic loom's extraneous twine; 
" For gifts like thefe they give their fpotlels fame, 
*' Refign their blocm, their innocence refign. 60 

'* Will no bright maid, by worth, by titles known, 

** Give the rich growth of Bi itilh hills to Fame ? 

ie And let her charms, and her example, own 

" That Virtue's drefs and Beauty's are the iame ! 

" Will no fam'd chief fupport this gen'rous maid ? 65 
tc Once more the patriot's arduous path relume ? 
" And, comely from his native plains array'd, 
" Speak future glory to the Britiflr loom ? 

ts What pow'r unfeen my ravilli'd fancy fires ! 

" I pierce the dreary fhade of future days ; 70 

* c Sure 'tis the genius of the land infpiics, 

" To breathe my lateft breath in *** praife. 

" O might my breath for * * * praife fuffire, 

" How gently ihculdmy dying limbs repole ! 

" O might his future glory blefs mine eyes, -5 

*' My ravifh'd eyes ! how calmly would they cloft ! 

<e * # * was \ 30ra t fpread the gen'ral joy ; 
" By virtue rapt, by party uncontroll'd ; 
" Britons for Britain (hall the crook employ ; 
f* Britons for Britain's glory (hear the fold." 80 

1 a 



Written in Spring i743« 


AGAIN the laVrins; hind inverts the foil ; 
Again the merchant ploughs the tumid wave ; 
Another ipring renews the foldier's toil, 
And finds me vacant in the rural cave. 

As the foft lyredifplay'd my wonted loves, 
The penfive pleafure and the tender pam, 
The fordid Alpheushurry'd thro' my groves, 
Yet ftopp'd to vent the di&ates of dildain. 

He glanc'd contemptuous o'er my ruin'd foldj 
He blam'd the graces of my fav'nte bow'r j 
Mybieaft, unfully'dby the lull of gold ; 
My time, unlaviih'd in purfuit of pow'r. 

Yes, Alpheus ! fly the purer paths of Fate ; 
Abjure thefe fcenes, from venal pafhons freej 
Know in this grove I vow'd perpetual hate, 
War, endlefs war, with lucre and with thee. 

Here, nobly zealous, in my youthful hours 
I drefs'd an altar to Thalia's name : . , . , 
Here, as I crown'd the verdant flume with flow rs, 
Soft on my labours ftole the milling dame. 20 

« Damon," (he cry-d, "if, pleas'd with honeftpraife, 

" Thou court fuccefs by virtue or by fong, 

«< Fly the falie dictates of the venal race, 

« Fly the groi's accents of the venal tongue. 

" Swear that no lucre fliall thy zeal betray ; 25 

" Swerve not thy foot with fortune's vot'nes more ; 
« Brand thou their lives, and brand their lifelels day— 
The winning phantom urg'd me, and I iwore. 



Forth from the ruflic altar fwift I ftray'd, 
" Aid my firm purpofe, ye celeitial Pow'rs! 30 

*' Aid me to quell the fordid breali," I laid ; 
And threw my jav'iin tow'rds their hoftile tow'rs. 


Think not regretful I furvey the deed, 

Or added years no more the zeai allow ; 

Still, ftill oblervant, to the grove I ipeed, 35 

The fhrineembclliih, and repeat the vow. 

Sworn from his cradle Rome's rclentlefs foe, 

Such gen'rous hate the Punic championf borej 

Thy lake, O Thrafimene! behold it glow, 

And Camus' s walls and Tiebia's crimfon fhoie. 40 

But let grave annals paint the warriour's fame ; 
Fair thine his arms in hiltory enroll'd ; 
Whilll humbler lyres his civil worth proclaimj 
His nobler hate of avarice and gold.— • 

Now Punic pride its final eve furvey 'd, 45 

Its hofts exhaufted, and its fleets on fire; 
Patient the victor's lurid frown obey'd, 
And law th' unwilling elephants retire. 

But when their gold deprefs'd the yielding fcale, 
Their gold in pyiamidic plenty pil'd, 50 

He law th' unutterable grief prevail ; 
He law their tears, and in his rury i'mil'd. 

«' Think net," he cry'd, " ye view the fmiles of eafe, 
" Or this firm breall difclaiir ; s a patriot's pain ; 
" I fmile, but from a foul enfirang'd to peace, 55 
" Frantic with grief, delirious with difdain. 

* The Roman ceremony in declaring war. 

I 3 


« But were it cordial, this deterred fmile, 
*« Seems it lefs timely than the grief ye (how ? 
" O Sons of Carthage! grant me to revile 
«« The iordid lburcc of your indecent wo. 6« 

«« Why weep ye now ? ye faw with tearlefs eye 
" When your fleet periih'd on the Punic wave : 
" Where lurlc'd the coward tear, the lazy figh, 
" When Tyre's imperial ftate commenc'd a nave ? 

" 'Tis pad — O Carthage ! vanquifh'd, honour'd fhade ! 
* s Go, the mean lot rows of thy Ions deplore ; 66 

" Had freedom fhar'd the vow to Fortune paid, 
" She ne'er, like Fortune, had forfook thy more." 

He ceas'd — Abafh'd the confcions audience hear, 
Their pallid cheeks a crimfon blufh unfold, 70 

Yet o'er that virtuous blulh diitreams a tear, 
And falling, raoiftens their abandon'd gold.* yz 


He compares his humble Fortune •■with the Dif.refs of 

Others, and his Subjection to Delia with the 

miserable Servitude of an African Slave. 

WHY droops this he?.rt with fancy 'd wees forlorn? 
Why links my foul beneath each wintry iky ? 
What peniive crowds, by ceafelefs labours worn, 
What myriads, willi to be as blelVd as I ! 

What tho' my roofs devoid cf pomp ar.ife, 5 

Nor tempt the proud to quit hisdeftin'd way? 
Nor colily art my flow'ry dales diiguife, 
Where only iimple friend/hip deigns to ftray ? 

* By the terms force,! upon the Canhaginuns by Scipio, they wcra. 
to-deiivei up all the elephants, and to pay near two millions Sic- ng. 


See the wild Tons of Lapland's chill domain, 
That (coop their couch beneath the drifted ihows I 10 
Kow void of hope they ken the frozen plain, 
Where the iharp call for ever, ever blows 1 

Slave tho" I be, to Delia's eyes a flave, 

My Delia's eyes endear the bands I wear ; 

The figh ihe cauies well becomes the brave, 15 

The pang ihe cauies 'tis ev'n blifs to bear. 

See the poor native quit the Libyan more, 

Ah! not in love's delightful fetters bound! 

No radiant finite his dying peace reitores, 

Nor love, nor fame, nor friendihip, heals his wound. 

Let vacant bards difplay their boafted woesj zi 

Shall I the mockery of grief difplay ? 
No ; let the Mule his piercing pangs difclofe, 
Who bleeds and weeps his fum of life away ! 

On the wild beach in mournful guife he flood, 1$ 

Ere the fhrill boatfwain gave the hated fign j 
He dropp'd a tear unleen into the flood, 
He if oic one fecrct moment to repine. 

Yet the Mufeliften'd to the plaints he made, 

Such moving plaints as Nature could infpire; 30 

To me the Mule his tender plea conveyM, 

But fmcoth'd and fuited to the founding lyre. 

" Why am I ravifh'd from my native ftrand? 
«' What favage race protects this impious gain? 
" Shall foreign plagues infer* this teeming land, 35 
" And more^than feaborn monilers plough the main? 

" Her; the dire locufts 1 horrid fwarms prevail ; 

<! Here the blue ai'ps with livid poifon lwell ; 

" Htre the dry dipia writhes his fmuous mail 5 

" Can we not here iecure from envy dwell ? 4« 


f* When the grim lion urg'd his cruel chaie ? 

f* When the ftern panther fought his midnight pre7, 

*' What fate referv'd me tor this Chriftian race ? - s 

" O race more polifh'd, more fevere, than they ! 

*« Ye prouling Wolves ! purfue my lateft cries ; 45 

f* Thou hungry Tyger ! leave thy reeking denj 

" Ye fandy W aires ! in rapid eddies rife, 

f O tear me from the whips and fcorns of men ! 

" Yet in their face fuperiour beauty glows ; 

*' Are (miles the mien of Rapine and of Wrong! 50 

" Yet from their lip the voice of mercy flows, 

?' And ev'n religion dwells upon their tongue. 

(" Of blifsful haunts they tell, and brighter climes, 

f* Where gentle maids, convey'd by Death, repair, 54 

** But if ainM with blood, and crimfon'd o'er with crimes, 

" Say, mall they merit what they paint fo iair? 

se No ; carelefs, hopelefs of thcfe fertile plains, 

« Rich by our toils, and by our ibrrows gay, 

" They ply our labours and enchance our pains, 

f* And feign thefe diftant regions to repay. 60 

f* For them our tuflcy elephant expires ; 

tc For them we drain the mine's embowell'd gold 5 

*' Where rove the brutal nations' wild defires ? — 

" Our limbs are purchas'd and our lite is fold ! 

«« Yet fnores there are, blefs'd fhores for us remain, 65 

" And favour'd ifles, with golden fruitage crown'd, 

M Where tufted flow'rets paint the verdant plain, 

f* Where ev'ry breeze mail med'eine ev'ry wound. 

" There the ftern tyrant, that embitters life, 

'•' Shall, vainly fuppliant, fpread his afking hand ; 70 

te There /hall wc view the billows 1 raging ftnte, 

'• Aid the kind breaft, and wait his boat to land." 7 a 

* b. oke hyaf.4V.1gc, 



"Taking a View of the Country from bis Retirement, be 

is led to meditate on the Charader oj the ancient 

Britons. Written at the Time of a rumoured 

Tax upon Luxury, ij$6. 

'T , HUS Damon fung — What tho' unknown to praifc 
■*■ Umbrageous coverts hide my Mule and me, 
Or 'mid the rural mepherds rlow my days ? 
Amid the rural fhepherds I am free. 

To view (leek vafTals crowd a ftately hall, 5 

Say, fhould I grow myfelf a foiemn Have? 
To rind thy tints, O Titian ! grace my wall, 
Forego the flow'ry fields my fortune gave ? 

Lord of my time, my devious path I bend 

Thro' fringy woodland or imooth-fhaven lawn, 10 

Or penfile grove or airy cliff alcend, 

And hail the l'cene by Nature's pencil drawn. 

Thanks be to Fate — tho' not the racy vine, 
Nor fatt'ning olive, clothe the fields I rove, 
Sequefter'd fhades and gurgling founts are mine, 1 5 
And ev'ry filvan grot the Mules love. 

Here if my villa point the mouWring pile, 

Where hood and cowl Devotion's alpect were, 

I trace the tott'ring reliques with a imile, 

To think the mental bondage is no more. 2© 

Pleas'd if the glowing landfcape wave with corn, 
Or the tall oaks, my country's bulwark, rile; 
Pleas'd if mine eye, o'er thoufand vallies borne, 
Difcern the Cambrian hills fupport the Ikies. 

And fee Plinlimmon ! ev'n the youthful fight 15 

ScaLs the proud hill's ethereal cliffs with pain ! 
Such, Caer-Caradock! thy ftupendous height, 
Whofe ample fliade obfeuves th' Iernian main. 


Bleak, joylefs regions ! where, by Science fir'd, 
Some prying fage his lonely itep may bend ; 30 

There, by the love of novel plants infpir'd, 
Invidious view the clamb'ring goats ai'cend. 

Yet for thofe mountains, clad with lading fnow. 
The freeborn Briton left his greenefc mead, 
Receding fullen from his mightier foe, 35 

For here he favv fair Liberty recede. 

Then if a chief perform'd a patriot's part, 
Suftain'd her drooping fons, repellM her foes, 
Above or Periian luxe or Attic art 
The rude majeitic monument arofe. 43 

Progreflive ages caroll'd forth his fame, 
Sires to his praife attun'd their children's tongue, 
The hoary Druid fed the gen'ious flame, 
While in fuch ftrains the rev'rend wizard fung : 

Go forth, my Sons! — for what is vital breath, 4.5 
Your gods expell'd, your liberty refign'd ? 
Go forth, my Sons ! — for what is inftant d^ath 
To fouls fecure perennial joys to find ? 

For fcenes there are, unknown to war or pain, 49 
Where drops the balm that heals a tyrant's wound ; 
Where patriots blei's'd, with boundlels freedom, 
With miiletoe's my fterious garlands crown'd. [>cign, 

Such are the names that grace your myftic fongs, 
Your iblemn woods refound their martial fire , 
To yQUf my Sons! the ritual meed belongs, 55 

If in the caule you vanquifh or expire. 

Hark ! from the facred oak, that crowns the groves, 
What awful voice my raptur'd bofom warms ! 
This is the favour'd moment Heav'n approves, 
Sound the flnill trump 3 this inftant found, to anus." 


Theirs was the fcience of a martial race, 61 

To fhape the lance or decorate the fhield ; 
Ev'n the fair virgin ftain'd her native grace 
To give new horrours to the tented field. 


Now for fome cheek where guilty blufhes glow, 65 
For fome fa lie Florimel's impure dilguife, 
The lifted youth nor War's loud fignal know, 
Nor Virtue's call, nor Fame's imperial prize. 

Then, if foft concord liill'd their fears to fleep, 
Inert and filent ll'ept the msnly car, 70 

But rufiYd horrific o'er the fearful fteep, 
If Freedom's awful clarion bi eath'd to war. 

Now the fieek courtier, indolent and vain, 
Thron'd in the fplendid carriage, glides lupine, 
To taint his virtue with a foreign If rain, 75 

Or at a fav'rite board his faith reiign. 

Leave then, O luxury! this happy foil ; 

Chafe her, Britannia! to fome hoftile fhcre ; 

Or fleece the baneful peft with annual lpoil,* 

And let thy virtuous offspring weep no more. 80 


Written in the year ixhen the Rights of Sepul- 
ture --werefo frequently 'violated. 

C AY, gentle Sleep ? that lov'ft the gloom of night, 
^ Parent of dreams! thou great Magician! fay, 
Whence my late vifion thus endures the light, 
Thus haunts my fancy thro' the glare of day. 

The filent moon had fcal'd the vaulted fkies, 5 

And anxious Care refigu'd my limbs to reft ; 
A iuddeii luftre ftruck my wond'ring eyes* 
And Silvia flood before my couch confelt. 

Alludes to a tax upon luxury, ihen in deba'e. 


Ah ! not the nymph fo blooming and fo gay, 

That led the dance beneath the feftive made, 10 

But me that in the morning of her day 

Entomb'd beneath the grafs-green ibd was laid. 

No more her eyes their wonted radiance caft, 

No more herbreaft infpir'd the lover's flame; 

No more her cheek the Paeftan rofc furpaft, 15 

Yet feem'd her lip's ethereal imile the lame. 

Nor fuch her hair as deck'd the living face, 

Nor fuch hervoice as charm M the lift'ning crowd} 

Nor fuch herdrefs as heighten'd ev'ry grace; 

Alas ! all vanifn'd for the mournful fhroud ! 2* 

Yet feem'd her lip's ethereal charm the fame ; 
That dear diftin£lion ev'ry doubt remov'd ; 
Periih the lover whofe imperfeft flame 
Forgets one feature of the nymph he lov'd. 

" Damon," flie faid, " mine hour allotted flies; 25 
« Oh! do not wafteit with afruitlefs tear! 
" Tho' griev'd to fee thy Sylvia's pale difguife, 
** Sufpend thy forrow, and attentive hear. 

" So may thy Mufe with virtuous fame be bkft ! 

«' So be thy love with mutual love repaid! 3a 

«« So may thy bones in facred filence reft ! 

" Fall by the reliques of fome happier maid ! 

" Thou know'ft how, ling'ring on a din-ant more, 
" Difeafe invidious nipt my flow'ry prime; 
" And, oh! what pangs my tender bolbm tore, 35 
" To think I ne'er mult view my native clime ! 

" No friend was near to raife my drooping head, 

" No dear companion wept to lee me die; 

" Lodge me within my native foil, I laid, ■ 

" 1 hercmy fond parent' = hv.njur'd reiiques lie. 40 

EI.CErES. 97 

?» Tho* now debarr'd of each domeftic tear, 
" Unknown, forgot, I meet the fatal blow ; 
" There many a friend fliall grace my woful bier, 
" And many a figh fhall rife and tear (hall How. 

" I fpoke, nor Fate forbore his trembling fpoil ; 45 

" Some venal mourner lent his carelefs aid, 

" And foon they bore me to my native foil, 

tl Where my fond parents 1 dear remains were laid. 

« 'Twas then the youths from ev'ry plain and grove 

" Adorn 'd with mournful verfe thy Sylvia's bier; 50 

" 'Twas then the nymphs their votive garlands wove, 

*' And ftrew'd the fragrance of the youthful year. 

" But why, alas! the tender fcenedifplay? 

" Could Damon's foot the pious path decline ! 

" Ah, no! 'twas Damon firft attun'd his lay, 55 

** And lure no fonnet was fo dear as thine. 

" Thus was I bofom'd in the peaceful grave, 

'.' My placid ghoft no longer wept its doom, 

*' When favage robbers every fanclion brave, 

" And with outrageous guilt defraud the tomb ! 6« 

* { Shall my poor corfe, from hoftile realms convey'd, 
" Lofe the cheap portion of my native fands ? 
" Or, in my kindred's dear embraces laid, 
" Mourn the vile ravage of barbarian hands ? 

«' Say, would thy breaft no death-like torture feel, 65 
" To fee my limbs the felon's gripe obey ? 
" To fee them gam beneath the daring fteel ? 
To crowds a fpectre, and to dogs a prey I 


tc If Psean's fons thefe horrid rites require, 
*' If Health's fair Science be by thefe refin'd, 7» 

*' Let guilty convicts for their ufe expire, 
" And let their breathlefs corfe avail mankind. 

K j 


« Yet hard it feems, when Guilt's laft fine is paid, 
" To lee the victim's corfe deny'd repofe j 
« Now, more fevere, the poor oftencelefs maid 
«« Dreads the dire outrage of inhuman foes. 

" Where is the faith of ancient Pagans fled ? 

«« Where the fond care the wand'ring manes claim ? 

" Nature, inftinaive, cries, Protect the dead, 

" And facred be their afhes and their fame ! 80 

«< Arife, dear Youth ! ev'n now the danger calls ; 

" Ev'n now the villain i'nuffs his wonted prey ; 

" See ! fee ! I lead thee to yon 1 facred walls — 

«< Oh! fly to chafe thefe human wolves away." 84. 


RefleSilons fuggejledby his Situation. 

BORN near the fcene for Kenelm's * fate renown'd, 
I take my plaintive reed, and range the grove, 
And raife my lay, and bid the rocks refound 
The favage force of empire and of love. 

Faft by the centre of yon' various wild, 5 

Where fpreading oaks embow'r a Gothic fane, 
Kendrida's arts a brother's youth beguil'd ; 
There Nature urg'd her tend'reft pleas in vain. 

Soft o'er his birth, and o'er his infant hours, 
Th' ambitious maid could ev'ry care employ, 10 

Then with ailiduous fondnefs cropt the flow'is, 
To deck the cradle of the princely boy. 

* Kenclm, in the Saxon heptarchy, was heir to the Kingdom of 
Mercia; but bein« very youns; at his father's death, was, by the arti- 
fices of bis filter and her lover, deprived of his crown and life to ether. 
The body w.'S found in a piece of ground near the top ot dent hill, ex- 
actly facing Mr. Shenftone's houfe, near which place a church was after- 
wards erected to his momoiy, rtill ufed for divine wo.inip. at.s cLea i.. 
Kenelm's. See P/rt'j hijlory if Staffarijbirt. 


But foon the bofom's pleafing calm Is flown : 

Love fires her breaft ; the fuitry paflions rife : 

A favour'd lover feeks the Mercian throne, 15 

And views her Kenelm with a rival's eyes. 

How kind were Fortune ! ah ! how juft were Fate ! 
Would Fate or Fortune Mercia's heir remove! 
How fweet to revel on the couch of ftate ! 
To crown at once her lover and her love ! 2Q 

See, garnifh'd for the chafe, the fraudful maid 
To thefe lone lulls direct his devious way ; 
The youth, all prone, the fifter-guide obey'd j 
Ill-fated youth ! himlelf the deftin'd prey ! 

But now nor fhaggy hill nor pathlefs plain *5 

Forms the lone refuge of the fylvan game, 
Since Lyttleton has aown'd the fwect domain 
With loiter pleaiures and with fairer tame. 

Where the rough bowman urg'd his headlong Meed, 
Immortal bards, apoliih'd race, retire j 39 

And where hoarfe fcream'd tht ltrepent horn, fuccetd 
The melting graces of no vulgar lyre. 

SeeThomfon, loit' ring near fome limpid well, 
For Britain's friend the verdant wreath prepare ! 
Or, ftudicus of revolving feafons, tell 35 

How peerlefs Lucia made all feafons Fair I 

See *** from civic garlands fly, 

And in the groves indulge his tuneful vein ! 

Or from yon' fummit, with a guardian's eye, 

Obferve how Freedom's hand attires the plain ! 40 

Here Pope ! — ah ! never muft that tow'ring mind 
To his lov'd haunts or dearer friend return ! 
What art, what friendlhip ! oh ! what fame refign'd I 
—In yonder glade I his mourntul uin. 




"Where is the breaft can rage or hate retain, 45 

And thefe glad ftreams and iiniling lawns behold? 
Where is the breaft can hear the woodland ftrain, 
And think, fair Freedom well exchang'd for gold ? 

Thro' thefe foft fhades delighted let me ftray, 
While o'er my head forgotten funs defcend ! 59 

Thro 1 thefe dear vallies bend my cafual way, 
Till fetting life a total (hade extend ! 

Here far from courts, and void of pompous cares, 
I'll mule how much I owe mine humble fate, 
Or lhrinlc to find how much Ambition dares, 55 

To fhine in anguifli, and to grieve in ftate ! 

Canftthou, O Sun! that fpotlefs throne difclofe, 
Where her bold arm has left no fanguine ftain ? 
Where, (hew me where, the lineal fceptre glows, 
Pure as the fimple crook that rules the plain ! 

Tremendous pomp! where hate, diftruft, and fear, 
In kindred bofoms iblve the focial tie ; 
There not the parent's fmile is halfiincere, 
Nor void of art the conforms melting eye. 

There with the friendly with, the kindly flame, 65 
No face is brighten'd, and no bofoms beat} 
Youth, manhood, age, avow one fordid arm, 
And ev'n the beardlefs lip effays deceit. 

There coward Rumours walk their murd'rous round ; 
The glance that more than rural blame inftills j 7° 

Whifpers that, ting'd witb fnendmip, doubly wound j 
Pity that injures, and concern that kills. 

There anger whets, but love can ne'er engage ; 
Carefiing brothers part but to revile ; ... 

There all men fmile, and Prudence warns the wile 75 
To dread the fatal ftroke of all that imile. 


There all are rivals ! filter, fon, and fire, 

With horrid purpofe hug deftrudlive arms ; 

There foft-eye'd maids in murd'rous plots confpire ? 

And fcorn the gentler mifchief of their charms. 80 


Let fervile minds one endlefs watch endure; 
Day, night, nor hour, their anxious guard refign ; 
But lay me, Fate! on flow'ry banks fecure, 
Tho' my whole foul be, like my limbs, lupine. 

Yes ; may my tongue difdain a vaffal's care ; 85 

My lyre refound no proftituted lays ; 
More warm to merit, more elate to wear 
The cap of Freedom than the crown of bays. 

Sooth'd by the murmurs of my pebbled flood, 

I wiih it not o'er golden lands to flow ; 90 

Cheer'd by the verdure of my fpiral wood, ' 

I fcorn the quarry where no fhrub can grow. 

No midnight pangs the fliepherd's peace purfue ; 
His tongue, his hand, attempts no fecret wound ; 
He lings his Delia, and, if fhe be true, 
His love at once and his ambition's crown'd. 96 


fie takes Occafionfrom the Fate of Eleanor of Bretagne^ 
tofuggejl the imperfeil Flea fires of afolitary Life. 

~W 7HEN Beauty mourns, by Fate's injurious doom, 

* Hid from the cheerful glance of human eye. 
When Nature's pride inglorious waits the tomb, 
Hard is that heart which checks the riling figh. 

* Eleanor of Bretagnc, the lawful heirefs of the Englifh crown, upon 
the death of Arthur, in the reign of King John. She was eitee.ncothe 
beauty of her time ; was injprtfaned forty years lti:l toe time of i.*r 
death) i.i Srifiol cattle. 

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Fair Eleonora 1 would no gallant mind 
The caufe of Love, the cauie of Juflice, own ? 
Matchlefs thy charms, and was no life refign'd 
To fee them iparkle from their native throne ? 

Or had fair Freedom's hand unveil'd thy charms, 
Well might l'uch brows the regal gem refign ; 
Thy radiant mien might icorn the guilt of arms, 
Yet Albion's awful empire yield to thine. 

O fhame of Britons ! in one fullen tow'r 

She wet with royal tears her daily cell ; 

She found keen anguifh ev'ry role devour ; 

They fprung, they ihone, they faded, and they fell. 

Thro' one dim lattice, fring'd with ivy round, 

Succeflive funs a languid radiance threw, 

To paint how fierce her angry guardian frownM, 

To mark how fall he waning beauty flew. 20 

This age might bear 5 then fated Fancy palls, 
Nor warmly hopes what fplendour can fupply } 
Fond Youth incetlant morns, if rigid walls 
Reitrain its litt'ning ear, its curious eye. 

Believe me * * the pretence is vain ! 25 

This boafted calm that fmooths our early day } 
For never yet could youthful mind reitrain 
Th! alternate pant for pleaiure and for praik. 

Ev'n me, by mady oak or limpid fpring, 

Ev'n me, the fcenes of poliflVd life allure ! _ 3° 

Some genius whiipers, " Life is on the wing, 

« And hard his lot that languithes obi'cure. 

< c What tho' thy riper mind admire no more — 

" The mining cincture and thebroider'd fold 

" Can pierce like lightning thro 1 the figur'd ore, 35 

m And melt to drofs the radiant forms of gold. 


* J Furs, ermines, rods, may well attract thy fcorn, 

** The futile prefents of capricious Pow'r ! 

" But wit, but worth, the public fphere adorn, 

" And who but envies then the lbcial hour ? 43 

" Can Virtue, carelefs of her pupil's meed, 

" Forget how * * fuftains the (hepherd's caufe ? 

" Content in (hades to tone a lonely reed, 

«* Nor join the founding psean of applaule ? 

" For public haunts, impell'd by Britain's weal, 45 

<( See Grenvilie quit the Mule's fav'rite eaibj 

" And mall not fwains admire his noble zeal ? 

" Admiring praile, admiring drive to pleale ? 

" Life," fays the fage, " affords no blifs fincere, 

il And courts and cells in vain our hopes renew : 50 

" But, ah! where Grenville charms the lift'ning ear, 

" 'Tis hard to think the cheerlefs maxim true. 

* { The groves may fmile, the rivers gently glide, 

" Soft thro' the vale relbund the lonelome lay ; 

" Ev'n thickets yield delight, if tafte prefide, 55 

" But can they pleaie when Lyttleton's away? 

« f Pure as the fwain's the bread of * * * glows ; 

*' Ah! where the (hepherd's phrafe like his refin'd! 

" But how improved the gen'rous dictate flows 

" Thro' the clear medium of a polifh'd mind! 60 

<c Happy the youths who, warm with Britain's love, 

" Her mmoft wiih in * * * periods hear ! 

" Happy that in the radiant circle move, 

" Attendant orbs, where Lonfdale gilds the fphere ! 

11 While rural- faith, and ev'ry polifh'd art, 65 

" Each friendly charm, in * * * conlpire, 

*' From public fcenes all penfive mult you part j 

** All joyjefs to the greeneft fields retire ! 


'< Go, plaintive Youtli ! no more by fount or ttream, 
*< Like fome lone halcyon, focial pleafures fhun ; 70 
*« Go, dare the light, enjoy its cheerful beam, 
" And hail the bright proceflion of the fun. 

" Then, cover'd by thy ripen'd fhades, refume 

tl The iilent walk, no more by paflion toft ; 

« Then feek thy ruftic haunts, the dreary gloom, 75 

«' Where ev'ry art that colours life is loft.'' 

In vain ! the lift'ning Mufe attends in vain! 
Reftraints in hoftile bands her motions wait- 
Yet will I grieve, and iadden all my Brain, 
When injur' d Beauty mourns the Mule's fate. 80 


To Delia, with fome Flowers ; complaining how much his 
Benevolence fuffers on Account of his humble Fortune. 

\\ ^HATE'ER could Sculpture's curious art employ, 
* V Whate'er the laviih hand of Wealth can ihow'r, 
Thele would I give— and ev'ry gift enjoy 
That pleas'd my fair— but Fate denies my pow'r. 

Blefs'd were my lot to feed the focial fires \ 5 

To learn the latent wifhes of a friend ! 
To give the boon his native tafte admires, 
And for my tranfport on his iinile depend ! 

Blefs'd, too, is he whofe ev'ning ramble ftrays 
Where droop the fens of Indigence and Care ! 10 

His little gifts their gladden'd eyes amaze, 
And win, at Imall expence, their fondeft pray'r ! 

And, oh! the joy, to fhun the confeious light ; 
Tofpaxe themedeft bluih; to give unfeen ! 
Like fliow'rs that fall behind the veil of night, 1 5 

Yet deeply tinge the fmiling vales with green. 



But happieft they who drooping realms relieve ! 
Whole virtues in our cultur'd vales appear ! 
For whofe fad fate a thoufar.d fhepherds gricve> 
And fading fields allow the grief fincere. 

To call loft Worth from its oppreflive fhade, 
To fix its equal iphere, and fee it fhine, 
To hear it grateful own the gen'rous aid : 
This, this is tranlport — but mull ne'er be mine. 

Faint is my bounded blifs ; nor I refufe 25 

To range where dailies open, rivers roll, 
While prole or long the languid hours amufe, 
And footh the fond impatience of my foul. 

Awhile I'll weave the roofs of jafmine bow'rs, 
And urge with trivial cares the loit'ring year} 30 

Awhile I'll prune my grove, proteel my flow'rs, 
Then, unlamented, prefs an early bier ! 

Of thofe lov'd flow'rs the lifelefs corfe may ftiare, 
Some hireling hand a fading wreath beftow ; 
The reft will breathe as fweet, will glow as fair, 3 5 
As when their mafter lmil'd to fee them glow. 

The fequent morn mall wake the fylvan quire ; 

The kid again lhall wanton ere 'tis noon j 

Nature will fmile, will wear her beft attire ; 

O 1 let not gentle Delia fmile fo foon ! 40 

While the rude hearfe conveys me flow away, 
And carelefs eyes my vulgar fate proclaim, 
Let thy kind tear my utmoft worth o'trpay, 
And, foftly lighing, vindicate my fame. — 1 

Delia ! cheer'd by thy fuperiour praife, 45 

1 blel's the lilent path the Fates decree j 
Pleas'd, from the lift of my inglorious days, 

To raiie the moments crown'd with blifs and thee. 4.8 



Defcrihing the Sorrow of an ingenuous Mind on the 
melancholy Event of a licentious Amour. 

TX7HY mourns my friend ? why weeps his dcwncaft 
VV eye? 

That eye where mirth, where fancy, us*d to mine i 
Thy cheerful meads reprove that iwelling iigh; 
Spring ne'er enamell'd fairer meads than thine. 

Art thou not lodg'd in Fortune's warm embrace ? 5 
Wert thou not form'dby Nature's partial care ? 
Blefs'd in thy fong, and blefs'd in ev'ry grace 
That wins the friend, or that enchants the fair ! 

» Damon," faid he, " thy partial praife reftrain ; 

«•' Not Damon's friendlhip can my peace reftore : ' 

" Alas! his very praife awakes my pain, 

" And my poor wounded boi'om bleeds the more. 

«« For, oh ! that Nature on my birth had frown'd, 
" Or Fortune fix'd me to fome lowly cell ! 
«< Then had my bofom 'fcap'd this fatal wound, J 5 
« Nor had I bid thefe vernal fweets farewell. 


" But, led by Fortune's hand, her darling child, 

" My youth her vain licentious blifs admir'd ; 

«< In Fortune's train the fyren Flatt'ry funl'd, 

« And ralhly hallowed all her queen infpir'd. ao 

<• Of folly ftudious, ev'n of vices vain, 

" Ah, vices gilded by the rich and gay ! 

" I chas'd the guilelefs daughters of the plain, 

« Nor dropp'd the chafe till Jefly was my prey. 

" Poor artlefs maid! to (lain thy fpollefs name a 5 
« Expenfe, and Art, and Toil united (trove ; 
" To lure a brealt that felt the pureft flame, 
" Suftain'dby virtue, but betray 'd by love. 


€t School'd in the fcience of Love's mazy wiles, 

" I cloth'd each feature with affected fcorn ; 30 

" I ipoke of jealous doubts and fickle fmiles, 

*' And, feigning, left her anxious and forlorn. 

" Then while the fancy'd rage alarm'd her care, 
" Warm to deny, and zealous to dilprove, 
" I bade my words the wonted foftnefs wear, 85 

* c And feiz'd the minute of returning love. 

" To thee, my Damon, dare I paint the reft ? 
* c Will yet thy love a candid ear incline ? 
" Aflur'd that virtue, by misfortune prefs'd, 

Feels not the fharpnefs of a pang like mine. 4.0 



" Nine envious moons matur'd her growing mame, 
" Ere while to flaunt it in the face of day, 
*« When fcorn'd of Virtue, itigmatiz'd by Fame, 
*'• Lowat my feet defponding JelTylay." 

" Henry," me faid, « by thy dear form fubdu'd, 45 

" See the fad reliques of a nymph undone ! 

" I find, I find this riling fob renew'd ; 

" I iighin fhades, and ficken at the fun. 

,c Amid the dreary gloom of night I cry, 

" When will the morn's once pleaiing fcenes return ? 

" Yet what can morn's returning ray fupply, 51 

" But foes that triumph, or but friends that mourn ! 

" Alas! no more that joyous morn appears 

" That led the tranquil hours of fpotiei's fame, 

" For I have fteep'd a father's couch in tears, 55 

" And ting'd a mother's glowing cheek with fhame. 

«« The vocal birds that rait their matin ftrain, 
*' The fportive lambs, increafe my peniive moan ; 
*' All feem to chafe me from the cheerful plain, 
" And talk of truth and innocence alone. 60 


*' If thro" the garden's fiow'ry tribes I ftray, 

" Where bloom the jafmines that could once allure, 

" Hope not to find delight in us/'' they fay, 

** For we are fpotlefs, Jeffy ; we are pure." 

«* Ye Flow'rs ! that well reproach a nymph fo frail, 
« Say, could you with my virgin fame compare? 66 
" The brighter!: bud that fcents the vernal gale 
«' Was not fo fragrant, and was not fo fair. 

« Now the grave old alarm the gentler young, 

*' And all my fame's abhorr'd contagion flee ; 70 

«' Trembles each lip, and falters ev'ry tongue, 

'« That bids the morn propitious fmile on me. 

" Thus for your fake I fhun each human eye, 

*« I bid the fweets of blooming youth adieu: 

« To die I languifh, but I dread to die, 75 

•« Left my fad fate mould nourifti pangs for ycu. 

« Raife me from earth ; the pains of want remove, 

<« And let me, tilent, feek fome friendly <hore ; 

*' There only banifh'd from the form Hove, 

« My weeping virtue mall relapfe no more. 80 

« Be but my friend ; I a(k no dearer name ; 
*' Be fuch the meed of fome more artiul tair ; 
«« Nor could it heal my peace, or chafe my lhame, 
«« That Pity gave what Love refus'd to ihare. 

" Force not my tongue to afk its fcanty bread, 85 

«< Nor hurl thy Jefly to the vulgar crew ; 

<<■ Not fuch the parent's board at which I fed! 

<< Not fuch the precept from his lips I drew ! 

<« Haply, when age has filver'd o'er my hair, 

{< Malice may learn to fcorn fo mean a ipoil j 90 

«« Envy may'uighta face no lunger fair, 

«<• And Pity welcome to my native foil.'' 



u She fpoke — nor was I bcrn of favage race, 

" Nor could theie hands a niggard boon affign; 

" Grateful me clafp'd me in a laft embrace, 95 

" And vow'd to wafte her life inpray'rs for mine. 

" I faw her foot the lofty bark afcend, 

" I faw her breaft with ev'ry paffion heave ; 

<c I left her — torn from ev'ry earthly friend ; 

" Oh ! my hard bolbm ! which could bear to leave ? 

" Brief let me be; the fatal ftorm arofe ; 101 

" The billows rag'd, the pilot's art was vain ; 

" O'er the tall mail the circling furges clofe ; 

" My Jeffy — floats upon the wat'ry plain ! 

" And— fee my youth's impetuous fires decay : 105 

" Seek, not to flop Reflection's bitter tear ; 

" But warn the frolic, and infcrucT: the ga'y, 

" From Jeffy floating on her wat'ry biert" lQ % 





A WIT, by learning well refin'd, 
A beau, but of the rural kind, 
To Silvia made pretences ; 
They both profels'd an equal love, 
Yet hop'd by difTrent means to move 
Her judgment or her ienfes. 

Young fprightly Flirt, of blooming mien, 
Watch'd the belt minutes to be feen, 
Went — when his glals advis'd him ; 
While meagre Phil of books inquir'd, 
A wio-ht for wit and parts admir'd, 
And witty ladies priz'd him. 

Silvia had wit, had fpirits too ; 

To hear the one, the other view, 

Suspended held the icales ; J 5 

Her wit, her youth, too, claim'd its lhare : 

Let none the preference declare, 

But turn up— heads or tail s . l s 


To the Memory of an agreeable Lady, buried in 
Marriage to a Per/on undefer-ving her. 
J'TWAS always held, and ever will, 

•*■ By fage mankind, dilcreeter 
T' anticipate a lefler ill 
Than undergo a greater. 

When mortals dread difeafes, pain, 
And languishing conditions, 
Who don't the leifer ill iultain 
Of Phyiic — and phyficians ? 


Rather than lofe his whole eftate, 

He that but little wife is, 10 

Full gladly pays four parts in eight 

to taxes and excifes . 

Our merchants Spain has near undone 

For loft fhips not requiting j 

This bears our noble K — to fhun 1 5 

The lols of blood in fighting ! 

With numVous ills, i nfingle life, 

The bachelor's attended ; 

Such to avoid, he takes a wife — 

And much the cafe is mended ! • 20 

Poor Gratia, in her twentieth year, 

Forefeeing future wo, 

Chofe to attend a monkey here 

Before an ape below. 24 



Nee tantum Veneris, quantum ftudiofa culinae. 
Inienfible of loft defire, 
Behold Colemira prove 
More partial to the kitchen fire 
Than to the fire of Love. 

XTIGHTs fable clouds had half the globe o'erfpread, 
•*"^ And iilence reign'd, and folks were gone to bed, 
When love, which gentle lleep can ne'er inlpire, 
Had feated Damon by the kitchen fire. 

Penfive he lay, extended on the ground, 5 

The little Lares kept their vigils round ; 
The fawing cats companionate his cafe, 
And pur around, and gently lick his face : 

To all his plaints the deeping curs reply, 

And with hoarie fnorings imitate afigh. 10 

Such gloomy fcenes with lovers' minds agree, 

And lolitude to them is beft fociety. 

L 2 


" Could I," hecry'dy " exprefs how bright a grace 
" Adorns thy morning hands and well-walh'd face, 
" Thou wonldft, Colemira, grant what I implore, 15 
" And yield me love, or warn thy face no more. 

<f Ah ! who can fee, and feeing not admire, 

<t Whene'er me lets the pot upon the fire ! 

" Her hands outfhine the fire and redder things; 

" Her eyes are blacker than the pot ihe brings. ao 

f But fure no chamber-damfel can compare, 

«< When in meridan luftre mines my fair, 

f f When warm'd with dinner's toil, in pearly rills, 

" Adown her goodly cheeks the fweat diftils. 

« Oh! how I long, how ardently defire, 25 

" To view thofe rofy fingers lbike the lyre ! 

*' For late, when bees to change their climes beganj 

" How did I fee 'em thrum the frying-pan 1 

" With her I "mould not envy G — his queen, 
*f Tho' fhe in royal grandeur deck'd be feen ; 30 

*< Whilft rags, juft fever'dfrom my fair one's gown, 
" In ruffet pomp and greafy pride hang down. 

*' Ah! how it does my drooping heart rejoice, 

" When in the hall I hear thy mellow voice ! 

f f How would that voice exceed the village bell, 35 

** Wouldft thou but ling, " I like thee palling well !" 

f« When from the hearth fhe bade the pointers go, 
" How loft, how ea.y, did her accents flow ! 
" Get out," me cry'd : " when lirangers come to fup, 
" One ne'er can raife thofe fnoring devils up." 40 

" Then, full of wrath, me kick'd each lazy brute ; 

tl Alas! I envy'd even that lalute: 

<< 'Twas lure mifplac'd — Shock laid, or feemM to fay, 

*' He had as lief I had the kick as they. 


« If fhe the myftic bellows take in hand, 45 

«' Who like the fair can that machine command ! 
«« O may'ft thou ne'er by ^Eolus be feen, 
*« For he would fure demand thee for his queen ! 

" But fliould the flame this rougher aid refufe, 

" And only gentler med'cines be of ufe, 50 

" With full- blown cheeks (he ends the doubtful ftrife, 

" Foments the infant flame, and puffs it into life. 

*< Such arts as thefe exhalt the drooping fire, 

" But in my breaft a fiercer flame inipii e : 

«' I burn ! I burn ! O ! give thy puffing o'er, 55 

t( And fwell thy cheeks and pout thy lips no more ! 

" With all her haughty looks, the time iVe feen 
<c When this proud damlel has more humble been, 
*' When with nice airs fhe hoift the pancake round, 
*' Anddroptit, haplefsfair! upon the ground. 60 

" Look, with what charming grace, what winning 

" The artful charmer rubs the candlefticks ! [tricks, 

*' So bright (lie makes the candlefticks fhe handles, 

" Oft' have I faid — there were no need of candles. 

*' But thou, my Fair ! who never wouldft approve, 65 
" Or hear the tender ftory of my love, 
" Or mind how buins my raging breaft — a button— 
" Perhaps art dreaming of — a breaft of mutton." 

Thus faid, and wept, the fad defponding fwain, 
Hevealing to the fable walls his pain : 70 

But nymphs are free with thole they fhould deny; 
To thofe they love more exquifitely coy. 

Fow chirping crickets raife their tingling voice, 
The lambent flames in languid ftreams arife, 
And fmoke in azure folds evaporates and dies. 75 

L 3 




SO rude and tunelefs are thy lays, 
The w^ary audience vuw 
'Tisnot th' Arcadian fwain that fings, 
But 'tis his herds that low. 



THY veri'es, Friend ! are Kidderminfter * fluff, 
And I mult, own you've meafur'd out enough. 

AIL, curious Wights ! to whom fo fair 

The form of mortal flies is ! 


Who deem thofe grubs beyond compare, 
Which common fenfe defpifes. 

Whether o'er hill, morafs, or mound, 5 

You make your Iportiman fallies, 
Or that your prey, in gardens found, 
Is urg'd thro' walks and allies} 

Yet in the fury of the chafe 

No Hope could e'er retard you, 5° 

Bleis'd if one fly repay the race, 

Or painted wing reward you. 

Fierce as Camilla f o'er the plain 

Purlu'd the glitt'ring flranger, 

Stili ey'd the purple's pieaiing ftain, 15 

And knew not tear nor danger. 

'Tis you difpenfe the fav'rite meat 

To Nature's rilmy people, 

Know what conierves they chufe to eat, 

And what liqueurs to tipple. *0 

* fCidderminftet, famous for a coarfe woolkn manufacture, 
t Sic Virgil. 

levities: or, pieces of humour. 115 

And if her brood of infects dies, 
You (age affiftarrce lend her ; 
Can ftoop to pimp for am'rous flies, 
And help 'em to engender. 

'Tis you protect their pregnant hour j 25 

And, when the birth's at hand, 
Exerting your obitetric pow'r, 
Prevent a mothlefs land. 

Yet, oh ! howe'er your tow'ring view 

Above grofs objects rifes, 30 

Whate'er refinements you purfue, 

Hear what a friend advifes : 

A friend who, weigh'd with your's, muft prize 
Domitian's idle paftion, 

That wrought the death of tealing flies, 35 

But ne'er their propagation. 

Let Flavia's eyes more deeply warm, 

Nor thus your hearts determine, 

To flight Dame Nature's faireit form, 

And figh for Nature's vermine. 40 

And fpeak with fome refpect of beaus, 

Nor more as triflers treat 'em ; 

'Tis better learn to fave one's clothes 

Than cherifh moths that eat 'em. 44 


Allufque et idem. 

Another ar:d the fame. 

VK/'HEN Torn to Cambridge firft was fent, 

v A plain brown bob he wore, 
Read much, and look'd as tho' he meant 
To be a fop no more. 

n6 levities: or, pieces of humour. 
See him to Lincoln's-Inn repair, 5 

His refolution flag, 
He cherilhes a length of hair, 
And tucks it in a bag. 

Nor Coke nor Salkeld he regards, 

But gets into the Houie, * o 

And foon a judge's rank rewards 

His pliant votes and bows. 

Adieu, ye Bobs ! ye Bags ! give place ; 
Full bottoms come infiead : 

Good L d ! to fee the various ways 

Of dreffing a calf s head ! i ' 



Suade nam certum eft. 

Advife it, for 'tis fixed. 

SAYS Richard to Thomas (and feem'd half afraid) 
« I am thinking to marry thy miftrefs's maid ; 
" Now, becaufe Mrs. Lucy to thee is well known, 
<< [ will do't if thou bidft me, or let it alone. 4 

« Nay, don't make a jeft on't ; 'tis nojeft to me ; 
« For i'faith I am in earned 5 lb. prithee, be free. 
« I have no fault to find with the girl fince I knew^her, 
« But I'd have thy advice ere I tie my 1 elf to her." * 

Said Thomas to Richard, « To fpeak my opinion, 
" There isnot fuch a bitch in King George's dominion ; 
" And I firmly believe, if thou lenew'ft her as I do, 
" Thou wouldft chul'e out a whipping-poft firft to be 

ty'd to. IZ 

« She's peevifh, file's thievirti, fine's ugly, the s old, 
« And a liar, and a fool, and a fiut, and a icold. 
Next day Richard hatteiTd to church and was wed, 
And ere night had inform'd her what Thomas had 

laid. ** 


levities: or, pieces of HUMOUR. 117 


J> ENEATH a churchyard yew, 

Decay 'd and worn .. ith age, 
At dulk of eve methought I ipy'd 
Poor Slender' s Ghoft, that whimpring cry'd, 
" O fweet ! O i'weet Anne Page!" <■ 

Ye gentle Bards ! give ear, 
Who talk or am'rous rage, 
Who Ipoil the lily, rob the role, 
Come learn of me to weep your woes : 
*« O fweet ! O i'weet Anne Page V 

Why mould fuch labour'd ftrairis 

You formal Mule engage ? 

I never dream'd of name or dart, 

That hVd my breait or piere'd my heart, 

But iigffd, " O fweet Anne Page 1" 

And you ! whole lovefick minds 
No med'eine can afluage, 
Accuie the leech's art no more, 
But learn of Slender to deplore ; 
" O i'weet! O I'weet Anne Page!" 

And ye ! whofe fouls are held 

Like linnets in a cage, 

Who talk of letters, links, and chains, 

Attend and imitate my itrains ; 

" O fweet! O fweet Anne Page!" 

And you ! who boaft or grieve 

What horrid wars ye wage, 

Of wounds receiv'd from many an eye, 

Yet mean as I do, when I ligh 

«? O fweet ! O fweet Anne Page !'*' 





tlS levities: or, Pieces of humour. 

Hence ev'ry fond conceit 

Of ihepherd or of fage; 

'Tis Sender's voice, 'tis Slender' s way, 

Expreffes all you have to fay, 

" Ofweet! O fweet Anne Page !" 3 5 


O FORTUNE! if my pray'r of old 
Was ne'er folicitous for gold, 
With better grace thou may'ft allow 
My fuppliant wifli, that afks it now: 
Yet think not, Goddefs ! I require it 
For the fame end your clowns defire it. ■ 

In a well-made effectual firing 
Fain would I fee Lividio fwing ; 
' Hear him from Tyburn's height haranguing ; 
But fuch a cur's not worth one's hanging. 
Give me, O Goddefs ! ftore of pelf, 
And he will tie the knot himfelf. 


Servcim fi potcs. Ok, non habere, 
Et regem potes, Ole, non habere. Man. 

" If thou I'rom fortune doll no fervant crave, 
" Believe me thou no mailer nced'ft to have. 

T ASK'D a friend, amidft the throng, 
•*- Whofe coach it was that trail'd along ? 
" The gilded coach there— don't ye mind ? 
« That with the footmen ftuck behind." 

" O Sir I" fays he, " what han't you feen it ? 
« 'Tis Damon's Coach, and Damon in it. 

« 'Tis odd, methinks, you have lorgot 

« Your friend, your neighbour, and— whatnot! 

" Your old acquaintance Damon !" — " True ; 

" But faith his Equipage is new." _ 

« Blefs me," faid I, " where can it end ? 

« What madnefs has poflefs'd my friend ? 

«< Four powder'd (laves, and thole the taUett, 

« Their ftomachs, doubtlefs, not the fmallelt . 



levities: or, pieces of humour. 119 

' Can Damon's revenue maintain, 1 5 

' In lace and food, !o large a train ? 

' I know his land — each inch o' ground — ■ 

' 'Tis not a mile to walk it round — 

' If Damon's whole eftate can bear 

1 To keep his lad and one horle chair, ae 

' I own 'tis paft my comprehension.' ' 

' Yes, Sir j but Damon has a penfion — " 

Thus does a falle ambition rule us, 
Thus pomp delude, and folly fool us ; 
To keep a race of flick'ring knaves, 
He grows himfelf the worft of flaves. 26 


T ET Sol his annual joumies run, 

-*-" 1 And when the radiant talk is done, 

Confefs, thro' all the globe, 'twould pofe him 

To match the charms that Celia fhows him. 4 

And fhould heboaft he once had feen 

As juft a form, as bright a mien, 

Yet muft it ftill for ever pofe him 

To match — what Celia never fhows him. $ 


To the memory 

Of A. L. Elquire, 

Juftice of the peace tor this county: 

Who, in the whole courfe of his pilgrimage 

Thro' a trifling ridiculous world 5 

Maintaining his proper dignity, 
Notwithstanding the feoffs of lll-dilpofed perfons, 
And wits of the age, 
That ridicul'd his behaviour, 

Or cenl'ur'd his breeding, 19 

Following the dictates of Nature, 

Defirhig to eafe the afflicled, 

Eager to fet the prilbners at liberty, 

YYithcut having for his end 

J20 levities: or, pieces of humour. 
The noife or report fuch things generally caufe 1 $ 
In the world, 
(As he was feen to perform them of none) 
But the fole relief and happinel's 
Of the party in diftrels, 
Himlelf refting eafy ao 

When he could render that fo } 
Not griping or pinching himfelf 
To hoard up fuperfluities ; 
Not coveting to keep in his poffeflion 
What gives more difquietudethan pleaiure, 25 
But charitably ditfuling it 
To all round about him ; 
Making the moft ibrrowful countenance 
To l'mile, 
In his prefence ; 3© 

Always beftowing more than he was afked, 
Always imparting before he was defir'd ; 
Not proceeding in this manner 
Upon every trivial luggeftion, 
But the moft mature and folemn deliberation ; 35 
With an incredible prefence and undauntednels 
Of mind, 
With an inimitable gravity and economy 
Of face, 
Bidding loud defiance 40 

To politenefs and the fafhion, 

Dar'd let a f— t. 4* 


AVE you ne'er feen, my gentle Squire ! 
The humours of your kitchen fire ? 
Says Ned to Sal, " I lead a l'pade ; 
« Why don't ye play ? — the girl's afraid — ■ 
" Play fomething — any thing — but play — 
" Tis but to pais the time away — 
,t p] 100 — how fhe fiands— biting her nails — ■ 
" As tho' flieplay'd for half her vails — 


levities: or, pieces of humour. 121 

u Sorting her cards, haggling, and picking — 
" We play for nothing, do us ? Chicken ! 
*« That card will do — 'blcod never doubt it, 
¥ It's not worth while to think about it." 

Sal thought, and thought, and miis'd her aim, 
And Ned ne'er ftudying won the game. 

Methinks, old Friend ! 'tis wondrous true 15 

That verl'e is but a game at loo : 
While many a bard, that (hews fo clearly 
He writes for his amufement merely, 
Is known to ftudy, tret, and toil, 
And play for nothing all the while, 20 

Or praile at .molt, for wreaths of yore 
Ne'er fignify'd a farthing mere, 
Till having vainly toil'd to gain it, 
He fees your flying pen obtain it. 

Thro' fragrant lcenes thetrifler roves, 25 

And hallow'd haunts that Phcebus loves, 
Where with itrange heats his bofom glows, 
And myftic flames the god beftews. 
You now, none other flames require 
Than a good blazing parlour fire } 30 

Write verfes — to defy the fcorners 
In fhit-houfes and chimney-corners. 

Sal found her deep laid ichemes were vain— 
The cards are cut— come, deal again — 
No good comes on it when one lingers — ■ 35 

I'll play the cards come next my fingers — 
Fortune could never let Ned loo her, 
When fhe had left it wholly to her. • 

Well, now who wins : — why, ftill the fame— 
For Sal has loft another game. 40 

" I've done, ((he mutter'd ;) I was faying, 
«' It did not argufy my playing. 
te Some folks will win, they cannot chufe 5 
" But think or not think — fome muft lofe. 
" I may have won a game or fo — 45 

" But then it was an agea^o — 


121 levities: OB, PIECES OF HUMOUR. 

" It ne'er will be my lot again — 

*« I won it of a baby then — 

" Give me an ace of trumps, and fee I 

" Our Ned will beat me with a three ! 5a 

" 'Tis all by luck that things are carry 'd — ■ 

" He'll fuller for it when he's marry 'd." 

Thus Sal, with tears in either eye, 
While viclor Ned fate titt'ring by. 

Thus I, long envying your fuccefs, 55 

And bent to write and ftudy lefs, 
Sate down, and fcribbled in a trice 
Juft what you fee — and you defpife. 

You, who can frame a tuneful long, 
And hum it as you ride along, Co 

And, trotting on the Icing's highway, 
Snatch from the hedge a fprig of bay, 
Accept this verfe, howe'er it flows, 
From one that is your friend in prole. 

What is this wreath, fo green, fofair! 65 

Which many wifh, and few mull wear j 
Which fome men's indolence can gain, 
And fome men's vigils ne'er obtain ? 70 

For what mult Sal or poet fue, 
Ere they engage with Ned or you ? 
For luck, in verfe, for luck at loo ? 

Ah, no! 'tis genius gives you fame, 
And Ned, thro' lkill, lecures the game. 73 


Thefe are meflengars 
That feelingly peifuade me wnacl am. SHAKESPEARE. 

pOMES a Dun in the morning and raps at my door— 
^'" Imadeboldtocall--'tisatwelvenionthand more — ■ 
" I'm forry, believe me, to trouble you thus, Sir— • 
" But Job would be paid, Sir, had Job been a mercer." 
My friend have but patience — " Ay, thele are your 
" ways." 5 

I have got but one fliilling to ferve me two days — 


levities: or, pieces of HUMOUR. IIJ 

But, Sir — prithee take it, and tell your attorney, 
If I ha'n't paid your bill, I have paid for your journey. 
Well, now thou art gone, let me govern my paffion, 
And calmly confider — Confider? vexation! 10 

What whore that muft paint, and muft put on falie 
And counterfeit joy in the pangs of the pox ! [locks, 
What beggar's wife's nephew, now ftarv'd, and now 

Who, wanting to eat, fears himfelf mall be eaten ! 
What porter, what turnfpit, can deem his cafe hard ! 1 5 
Or what Dun boaft of patience that thinks of a Bard ! 
Well, I'll leave this poor trade, for no trade can be 

Turn (hoeboy, or courtier, or pimp, or procurer; 
Get love, and refpecl, and good living, and pelf, 
And dun fome poor dog of a poet myfelt. so 

One's credit, however, of courfe will grow better. 
Here enters the footman, and brings me a letter. 

" Dear Sir! I receiv'd your obliging epiftle; 
« Your fame is fecure — bid the critics go whittle. 
" I read over with wonder the poem you fent me, 25 
" And Imuitfpeak your praifes, no foul fhall prevent 
*« Theaudience, believe me, cry'd out ev'ry line [me. 
«' Was ftrong, was affecling, wasjuit, was divine; 
" All pregnant as gold is, with worth, weight, and 
" beauty, 29 

« And to hide fuch a genius was — far from your duty. 
" I forefeethat the court will be hugely delighted : 
" Sir Richard for much a lei's genius was knighted : 
«« Adieu, my good Friend! and for high life prepare ye; 
" I could fay much more, but you're modeft, I fpareye." 
Quite fir'd with the ilattVy, I call for my paper, 35 
And wafte that and health, and my time, and my taper : 
Ifcribble 'till morn, when with wrath no fmill ftore, 
Comes my old friend the mercer, and raps at my door. 
'« Ah, Friend ! 'tis but idle to make fuch a pother ; 33 
«« Fate, Fate has ordain'dus to plague one another." 

M 2 

J24 levities: or, pieces of humour. 


nnO thee, fair Freedom ! I retire 
-*■ From flatt'ry, cards, and dice, and din j 
Nor art thou found in manfions higher 
Than the low cot or humble Inn. 

*Tis here with boundlefs pow'r I reign, 5 

And ev'ry health which I begin 

Converts dull port to bright Champaigne ; 

Such freedom crowns it at an Inn. 

I fly from pomp, I fly from plate ! 

I fly from Faliehood's (pecious grin! 10 

Freedom I love, and form I hate, 

And chufe my lodgings at an Inn. 

Here, Waiter ! take my fordid ore, 

Which lackies elie might hope to win ; 

It buys what courts have not in flore, 15 

It buys me freedom at an Inn. 

Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, 

Where'er his ftages may have been, 

May figh to think he (till has found 

The warmed welcome at an Inn. so 


"VXTHAT village but has fometimes feen 

* * The clumly /hape, the frightftri mien, 
Tremendous claws, andiliagged hair, 
Of that grim brute yciep'd a be ir ? 
He from his dam the learn'd agree, 5 

ReceivM the curious form you fee, 
Who with her plaflic tongue alone 
Produc'd a vifage — like her own — 
And thus they hint, in myliic falhion, 
The pow'iful force of education.* — 10 

• Of a t"oi.d matron's education. 

levities: ok, Pieces op humour. 125 

Perhaps yon' crowd of fwains is viewing, 
Ev'n now, the ltrange exploits of Bruin, 
Who plays his antics, roars aloud, 
The wonder of a gaping crowd ! 

So have I known an awkward lad, 15 

Whofe birth has made a parifh giad, 
Forbid, for fear of fenfe, to roam, 
And taught by kind mamma at home, 
Who gives him many a well-try'd rule, 
With ways and means — to play the tool. 2.0 

In fenfe the fame, in feature higher, 
He mines, erelong, a rural fquire, 
Pours forth unwittyjokes, and fwears, 
And bawls, and drinks, but chiefly ltares : 
His tenants of fuperior fenfe 25 

Caroufe and laugh at his expenfe, 
And deem the pafcime I'm relating 
To be as plealant as bear-baiting. 28 



** CIR, will you pleafe to walk before ? 

O cc — t^ 0} prav, Sii — you are next the door.'' 
« — Upon mine honour I'll not flit — " 
« Sir, I'm at home 5 confider, Sir — " 
«■ Excufe me, Sir; I'll not go firft." 5 

" Well, if I muft be rude, I mull — 
*' But yet I wifli I could evade it — 
" 'Tis ftrangely clownifh, be perfuaded — " 

Go forward, Cits 1 go forward, Squires ! 
Nor fcruple each what each admires. 10 

Life fquares not, Friends ! with your proceeding, 
It flies while you dilplay your breeding ; 
Such breeding as one's granam preaches, 
Or fome old dancing mailer teaches, 
Or for fome rude tumultuous fellow, 15 

Half crazy, or, at leaft, half mellow, 
M 3 


To come behind you unawares, 

And fairly pufh you both down flairs ! 

But Death's at hand — let meadvife ye ; 

Go forward, Friends! or he'll furprife ye. 20 

Bcfides, how infincere you are ! 
Do ye not flatter, lie, foriwear, 
And daily cheat, and weekly pray, 
And all for this — to lead the way ? 

Such is my theme, which means to prove, 25 

That tho' we drink, or game, or love, 
As that or this is molt in falhion, t 
Precedence is our ruling paffion. 

When college-ftudents take degrees, 
And pay the beadle's endlefs fees, 30 

What moves that fcientific boby, 
But the fir It cutting at a gaudy ? 
And whence luch fhoals, in bare conditions. 
That ftarve and languilh as phyficians, 
Content to trudge the ftreets, and (tare at 35 

The fat apothecary's chariot ? 
But that, in Charlotte's chamber (fee 
Moliere's Median malgre lui) 
The leech, howe'er Ins fortunes vary, 
Sti'l walks before th' apothecary. 4.0 

Flavia in vain has wit and charms, 
And all that mines, and all that warms j 
In vain all human race adore her, 
For — Lady Mary ranks before her. 

OCelia! gentle Celia! tell us, 45 

You, who are neither vain nor jealous! 
The fofteft bieait, the mildeit mien ! 
Would you not feel fome little fpleen, 
Nor bite your lip, nor furl your brow, 
If Florimel, your equal now, 50 

Should one day gain precedence of ye ? 
Firft ferv'd — tho' in a difh of coffee? 
Plac'd firft, altho' where you are found 
You gain the eyes of all around ? 
Nam'd firft, tho' not with half the fame 5$ 

That waits my charming Celia's name ? 


Hard fortune ! barely to infpire 
Our fix'd efteem and fond defire ! 
Barely, where'er you go, to prove 
The lburce of univerfal love ! 60 

Yet be content, obferving this, 
Honour's the offspring of caprice ; 
And worth, howe'er you have puriVd it, 
Has now no pow'r — but to exclude it : 
You'll find your gen'ral reputation 65 

A kind of iirpplemental ftation. 

Poor Swift, with all his worth, could ne'er, 
He tells us, hope to rile a peer ; 
So, to i'upply it, wrote for fame, 
And well the wit fecur'd his aim. 70 

A common patriot has a drift 
Not quite fo innocent as Swift ; 
In Britain's cauie he rants, he labours ; 
" He's honeft, faith." — Have patience, Neighbours, 
For patriots may fometimes deceive, 75 

May beg their friends' relucf ant leave 
To ferve them in a higher fphere, 
And drop their virtue to get there. — 

As Lucian tells us, in his fafhion, 
How fculs rut off each earthly pallion, 80 

Ere on Elyfium's flow'ry ft rand 
Old Charon iuffer'd 'em to land ; 
So, ere we meet a court's careffes, 
No doubt our fouls muft change their drefTes ; 
And fouls there be who, bound that way, 85 

Attire themfelves ten times a- day. 

If then 'tis rank which all men covet, 
And faints alike and finners love it ; 
If place, for which our courtiers throng 
So thick, that few can get along, 90 

For which fuch fervile toils are feen, 
Who's happier than a king? — a queen. 

Howe'er men aim at elevation, 
'Tis properly a female pafhon : 

Women and beaus, beyond all meafure, 95 

Are cluim'd with rank's ecllatic pleafure. 



Sir, if your drift I rightly lean, 
You'd hint a beau were not a man ; 
Say women then are fond of places ; 
I wave all diiputable cafes. ico 

A man, perhaps, would fomething linger, 
Were his lov'd rank to coft — a finger ; 
Or were an ear or toe the price on't, 
He might deliberate once or twice on't j 
Perphaps alk Gataker's advice on't; 105 

And many, as their frames grow old, 
Would hardly purchafe it with gold. 
But women wifh precedence ever ; 
'Tis their whole life's lupreme endeavour ; 
It fires the youth with jealous rage, 113 

And ltrongly animates their age : 
Perhaps they would not fell outright, 
Or maim a limb — that was in fight ; 
Yet on worle terms they fometimes chufe it, 
Norev'n in puniihment refufe it. 115 

Preeminence in pain! you ciy, 
All fierce and pregnant with reply: 
But lend your patience and your ear, 
An argument mall make it clear. 
But hold, an argument may fail, 
Befide, my title fays, A Tale. 123 

Where Avon rolls her winding ftream, 
Avon ! the Mufes' fav'rite theme ; 
Avon! that fills the farmers' puries, 
And decks with flow'rs both farms and verfes, 115 
She vifits many a fertile vale — 
Such was the fcene of this my Tale; 
For 'tis in Ev'lham's Vale, or near it, 
That folks with laughter tell and hear it. 

The foil, with annual plenty bleiVd, 1 30 

Was by young Coiydon poiTeis'd. 
His youth alone I lay before ye, 
As moft material to my ftory : 
For ftrength and vigour too, he had 'em, 
And 'twere not much amifs to add 'em. 135 

Thrice happy lout ! whole wide domain 

Now green with grafs, now giit with grain, 

In ruflet robes of clover deep, 

Or thinly veil'd, and white with fheep j 

Now fragrant with the bean's pen time, 14© 

Now purpled with the pulfe's bloom, 

Might well with bright alfufion iioreme,— • 

But happier bards have been before me ! 
Amongft the various year's increafe 

The tripling own'd a field of peafe, 145 

Which, when at night he ceas'd his labours, 

Were haunted by forae female neighbours. 

Each morn difcover'd to his fight 

The fliameful havock of the night j 

Traces of this they left behind 'era, 

But no infhuclions were to find 'tin. 

The devil's works are plain and evil, 

But lew or none have ieen the devil. 

Old Noll, indeed, if we inav credit 

The words of Echard, who has faid it, 

Contriv'd with Satan how to fool us, 

And bargam'd face to face to rule us j 

But then Old Noll was one in ten, 

And fought him more than other men. 

Ourihepherd, too, with like attention, 160 

May meet the female fiends we mention. 

He role one morn at break of day, 

And near the field in ambufh lay ; 

When lo ! a brace of girls appears, 

The third a matron much in years. 165 

Smiling amidft the peafe, the fmners 

Sate down to cull their future dinners, 

And caring little who might own 'em, 

Made free as tho" thereneives had fown 'em. 

'Tis worth a fage's obiervation 170 

How love can make ajeftof paffion ; 

'Anger had forc'd th' fwain from bed, 

His eaily dues to love unpaid ! 

And Love, a god that keeps a pother, 

And will be paid one time or other, 175 




Now baniih'd Anger out o'door, 

And claim'd the debt withheld before. 

If Anger bid our youth revile, 

Love form'd his features to a fmile ; 

And knowing well 'twas all grimace iSa 

To threaten with a fmilmg face, . 

He in few words exprefs'd his mind — _ 

And none would deem them much unkind. 

The am'rous youth, for their offence, 
Demanded inftant recompence ; 185 

That recompence from each, which fhame 
Forbids a bafhtul Mufe to name : 
Yet, more this fentence to difcover, 
'Tis what Bett * * grants her lover, 
When he, to make the flrumpet willing, 1 90 

Has fpent his fortune — to a milling. 

Each flood awhile, as 'twere, lufpended, 
And loath to do what — each intended. 
At length, with (oft pathetic fighs, 

The matron, bent with age, replies: J 95 

11 'Tis vain to ftrive — juftice, I know, 

" And ourfM ftars, will have it lb — 

«« But let my tears your wrath affuage, 

« And (hew fome deference for age : 

« I from a diftant village came, *«» 

" Arnold, G — knows, and fomething lame ; 

" And if we yield, as yield we mult , 

*« Difpatch my crazy body firlt." 

Oar fnepherd, like the Phrygian fwain, 

When circled round on Ida's plain =°5 

With goddtiles, he flood l'uipended, 

And Pallas's grave fpeech was ended, 

Own'd what (lie a(k'd might be his duty, 

But paid the compliment to beauty. 2^9 



WELL, Ladies— fo much for the tragic flyle— 
And now the cultom is to make you fmile. 
To make us fmile! — methinks I htaryou lay — 
Why, who can help it, at fo ftrange a play ? 


The captain gone three years !•<— and then to blame 5 

Thefaultlefs conduct of his virtuous dame! 

My ftars ! — what gentle belle would think it treafon, 

When thus provck'd, to give the brute fome realcn ? 

Out of my hovife! — this night, fcrfuoth, depart ! 

A modem wife had fair! — " With ail my heart — 10 

«« But think not, haughty Sir, I'll go alone ; 

" Order your coach— conducl me fafe to Town — 

«* Give me my jewels, wardrobe, and my maid — 

** And pray take care my pinmoney be paid.'" 

Such is the language of each mcdifh fair ; 1 5 

Yet memoirs, not of modern growth, declare 
The time has been when mcdelly and truth 
Were deem'd additions to the charms of youth ; 
When women hid their necks, and veil'd their faces, "7 
Nor romp'd, nor rak'd, nor ftar'd at public places, £ 
Nor took the airs of Amazons for graces :, 2 1 J 

'Then plain domeftic virtues were the mode, 
And wives ne'er dream'd of happmef's abroad } 
They lov'd their children, learn'd no flaunting airs, 
But with the joys of wedlock mix'd the cares. 25 

Thcfe times are pall — yet fare they merit praife, 
For marriage triumph'd in thole golde; daysj 
By chalte decorum they affection gain'd ; 
By faith and fondnefs what they won maintained. 

'Tis yours, Ye Fair! to bring thofe days agen, 33 
Ard form anew the hearts of thoughtlefs men ; 
Make beauty's luitre amiable as bngh*, 
And give the foul as well as fenfe delight ; 
Reclaim from foily a fantaltic age, 
That fcorns the prefs, the pulpit, andtheftage. 35 
Let truth and tendernefs your breafts adorn, 
The marriage chain with tranfport mail be worn ; 
Each blooming virgin, rais'd into a bride, 
Shall double all their joys, their cares divide ; 
Alleviate grief, ccmpole the jars of Itrife, 
And pour the balm that fweetens human life. 41 





'"T'HE morn difpens'd a dubious 
-* A fudden milt had ftcl'n fro 

is light, 
rom fight 
Each pleafing vale and hill, 
V/hen Damon left his humble bowers, 
To guard his flocks, to fence his flowers, 
Or check his wand'rincr rill. 


Tho 1 fchool'd from Fortune's paths to fly, 

The fwain beneath each low'nng iky 

Would oft his fate bemoan, 

That he, in iylvan (hades forlorn, t* 

Muff wafte his cheerlefs ev'n and mem, 

Norpiais'd, nor lov'ci, not known. 

No friend to Fame's obflrep'rous noife, 

Yet to the whii'pers of her voice, 

Soft murm'ring, not a foe, 15 

The pleafures he thro' choice declin'd, 

When gloomy fogs deprefs'd his mind, 

Itgriev'd him to forego. 

Griev'd him to lurk the lakes befide, 

Where coots in rufliy dingles hide, 19 

And moorcocks fhun the day, 

While caitiff bitterns, undifmay'd, 

Remark the fvvain's familiar ihade, 

And fcorn to quit their prey. 

But fee the radiant fun ence more 15 

The bright'ning face of heav'ri reftore, 

And raile the doubtful dawn, 

And more to rural fphere, 

At once the brighteft train appear 

That ever trod the lawn. 3« 


Amazement chill'd the (hep-herd's frame, 

To think Biidgewater's* honoured name 

Should grace his rultic cell ; 

That fhe, on all whole motions wait 

Difcinclion, titles, rank, and ftate, 35 

Should rove where fhepherds dwell. 

But true it is, the gen'rous mind, 

By candour fway'd, by talte refin'd, 

Will nought but vice difdain ; 

Nor will the breaft where fancy glows 40 

Deem ev'ry flower a weed that blows 

Amid the deiert plain. 

Befeems it fuch, with honour crown'd, 

To deal its lucid beams around, 

Nor equal meed receive ; 4-5 

At moft fuch garlands from the field, 

As cowilips, pinks, and panfies, yield, 

And rural hands can weave. 

Yet ftrive, ye fhepherds ! ftrive to find, 

And weave the faireft of the kind, 50 

The prime of all the fpring, 

If haply thus yon' lovely {air 

May round her temples deign to wear 

The trivial wreaths you bring. 

O how the peaceful halcyons play'd, 55 

Where'er the conicious lake betray'd 

Athenia's placid mien ! 

How did the iprightlier linnets throng, 

Where Paphia's charms requir'd the long, 

'Mid hazel copies green ! 

Lo, Dartmouth on thole banks reclin'd, 
While bufy Fancy calls to mind 
The glories of his line ! 
Methinks my cottage rears its head, 
The ruin'd walls of yonder fhed, 65 

As thro' enchantment, fliine. 
, * The Duci.els of Bridgwater, married to Sir Richard Lyttleton. 



"34- a pastoral ode. 

But who the nymph that guides their way ? 
Could ever nymph defcend to ftray 
From Hagley's fam'd retreat ? 

Elfe by the blooming features fair, 70 

The fatiltlefs make, the matchlefs air, 
'Twere Cynthia's form complete. 

So would fome tuberofe delight, 

That ftruck the pilgrim's wond'ring fight 

'Mid lonely deferts drear, 75 

All as at eve the fov'reign flower 

Difpenfes round its balmy power, 

And crowns the fragrant year. 

Ah ! now no more, the hhepherd cry'd, 

Muft I Ambition's charms deride, So 

Her lubtle force diibwn j 

No more of Fauns or Fairies dream, 

While Fancy, near each cryftal ltream, 

Shall paint thefe forms alone. 

By low-brow'd rock or pathlefs mead, 85 

I deem'd that fplendour ne'er fhould lead 

My dazzled eyes aftray ; 

But who, alas ! will dare contend, 

If beauty add, or merit blend, 

Its more illuilrious ray ? 50 

Nor is it long — O plaintive fwain ! 

Since Guernfey faw, without difdain, 

Where, hid in woodlands orreen, 

The partner of his early days,* 

And once the rival of his praife, 95 

Had ftol n thro' life unieen. 

Scarce faded is the vernal flower, 

Since Stamford Left his honour'd bow'r 

Tofmile familiar here: 

O form'd by Nature to difclofe ' jo» 

How fair that courtely which flows 

From l'ocial warmth lincere ! 

* They were-ichoolftllows. 

a pastoral ode. 135 

Nor yet have many moons decay'd 

Since Pollio fought this lonely ftiade, 

Admir'd this rural maze : 105 

The nobleft breaft that Virtue fires, 

The Graces love, the Mule inl'pires, 

Might pant for Pollio's praife. 

Say, Thomfon here was known to reft j 

For him yon' vernal feat I dreft, no 

Ah ! never to return ! 

In place of wit and melting ftrains, 

And focial mirth, it now remains 

To weep beiide the urn. 

Come then, my Lelius ! come once more, 113 

And fringe the melancholy ihore 

With roles and with bays, 

While I each wayward Fate accufe, 

That envy'd his impartial Mufe, 

To fmg your early praife. 1 20 

While Philo, to whofe favour'd fight 

Antiquity, with full delight, 

Her inmoit wealth difplays, 

Beneath yon' ruin's moulder'd wall 

Shall muie, and with his friends recall 125 

The pomp of ancient days. 

Here, too, fliall Conway's name appear j 

He prais'd the ftream fo lovely clear, 

That fhone the reeds among ; 

Yet clearnefs could it not difclofe, 1 30 

To match the rhetoric that flows 

From Conway's polinYd tongue. 

Ev'n Pitt, whofe fervent periods roll 
Refiftlefs thro' the kindling foul 

Of fenates, councils, kings! 135 

Tho 1 form'd for courts, vouchfafd to rove, 
Inglorious, thro' the fhepherd's grove, 
And ope hisbafliful fprings. 

N * 


But what can courts difcover more 

Than thefe rude haunts havefeen before, 140 

Each fount and fhady tree ? 

Have not thefe trees and fountains feen 

The pride of courts, the winning mien 

Of peerlels Aylelbury ? 

And Grenville, fhe whofe radiant eyes ' 145 

Have mark'd by flow gradation rife 

The princely piles of Stow; 

Yet prais'd thefe unembelliuVd woods, 

And l'mil'd to fee the babbling floods 

Thro' felf- worn mazes flow. 150 

Say, Dartmouth, who your banks admir'd, 

Again beneath your caves retir'd, 

Shall grace the penfive lhade ; 

With all the bloom, with all the truth, 

With all the fprightlinefs of youth, 155 

By cool refleclion lvvay'd ? 

Brave, yet humane, mall Smith appear y 

Ye SaiJors ! tho' his name be dear, 

Think him not yours alone : 

Grant him in other fpheres to charm ; 1 60 

The fhepherd's breaits tho' mild are warm, 

And ours are all his own. 

O Lyttleton ! my honour'd gueft, 

Couid I ddcribe thy genVcus breaft, 

Tin firm, yet poliuYd, mind 5 165 

How public love adorns thy name, 

How Fortune, too, confpires with Fame, 

The fong fliould pleafe mankind. 168 



Written 1733. 

Arbufta humilefque myrica^ VIRG, 

Groves and lowly (hrubs. 


YE Shepherds ! fo cheerful and gay, 
Whole flocks never carelefsly roam, 
Should Corydon's happen to ftray, 
Oh ! call the poor wanderers home. 
Allow me to mule and to figh, 5 

Nor talk of the change that ye find ; 
None once was was fo watchful as I : 
— I have left my dear Phyllis behind. 

Now I know what it is to have ftrove 

With the torture of doubt and defire ; 10 

What it is to admire and to love, 

And to leave her we love and admire. 

Ah! lead forth my flock in the morn, 

And the damps of each ev'ning repel j 

Alas ! I am taint and forlorn : 1 5 

—I have bade my dear Phyllis farewell. 

Since Phyllis vouchfaf d me a look, 

I never once dream'd of my vine, 

May I lole both my pipe and my crook, 

If I knew of a kid that was mine. 20 

I priz'd ev'ry hour that went by 

Beyond all that had pleas'd me before; 

But now they are paft, and I figh, 

And I grieve that I priz'd them no mtre. 

But why do I languilh in vain ? 2 5 

Why wander thus penfively here ?_ 
Oh ! why did I come from the plain, 
Where I fed on the fmiles of my dear ? 

N 3 


They tell me my favourite maid, 

The pride of that valley, is flown ; 30 

Alas ! where with her I have ftray'd 

I could wander with pleamre alone. 

When forc'd the fair nymph to forego, 

What anguifh I felt at my heart! 

Yet I thought — but it might not be fo — . 35 

Twas with pain that fhe law me depart. 

She gaz'd as I ilowly withdrew ; 

My path I could hardly difcern : 

So Iweetly (he bade me adieu, 

I thought that fhe bade me return. 40 

The pilgrim that journeys all day 

To vifit ibme far-diftant fhrine, 

If he bear but a relique away, 

Is happy, nor heard to repine. 

Thus widely remov'd from the fair, 45 

Where my vows, my devotion, I owe, 

Soft hope is the relique I bear, 

And my lblace wherever I go. 48 


MY banks they are furniuYd with bees, 
Whofe murmur invites one to deep j 
My grottoes are fhaded with trees, 
And my hills are white over with fheep. 
I leldom have met with a lofs, 5 

Such health do my fountains beftow ; 
My fountains all border'd with mofs, 
Where the harebells and violets grow. 

Not a pine in the grove is there feen 

But with tendrils of woodbine is bound ; 10 

Not a beech's mote beautiful green 

But a i'weetbriar entwines it around : 

Not my fields in the prime of the year, 

More charms than my cattle unfold ; 

Not a brook, that is limpid and clear, ?S 

But it glitters with fifties of gold. 


One would think (he might like to retire 

To the bow'r I have labour'd to rear; 

Not a lhrub that I heard her admire, 

But I halted and planted it there. 30 

how fudden the jeflaraine (trove 
With the lilack to render it gay ! 
Already it calls for my love 

To prune the wild branches away. 

From the plains, from the woodlands, and groves, 25 

What (trains of wild melody flow! 

How the nightingales warble their loves 

From. thickets of rofes that blow! 

And when her bright form (hall appear, 

Each bird (hall harmonioufly join 3<> 

In a concert ib foft and fo clear, 

As — (he may not be fond to relign. 

1 have found out a gift for my fair ; 

I have found where the wood-pigeons breed ; 

But let me that plunder forbear, 35 

She will fay 'twas a barbarous deed : 

For he ne'er could be true (he averr'd, 

Who could rob a poor bird of its young ; 

And I lov'd her the more when I heard 

Such tendernels fall from her tongue. 40 

I have heard her with fweetnefs unfold 

How that pity was due to — a dove j 

That it ever attended the bold, 

And (he call'd it the fifter of Love. 

But her words fuch a pleafure convey, 45 

So much I her accents adore, 

Let her fpeak, and whatever (lie fay, 

Methinks I (hould love her the more. 

Can a bofom fo gentle remain 

Unrnov'd when her Corydon fighs ! 5° 

Will a nymph that is fond of the plain, 

Thele plains and this valley delpife? 


Dear regions of fi'.ence and made ! 
Soft fcenes of contentment and eafe ! 
Where I could have pleaiingly ftray'd, 55 

If aught in her abience could pleafe. 

But where does my Phyllidaftray? 

And where are her grots and her bow'rs ? 

Are the groves and the vallies as gay, 

Aid the fhepherds as gentle as ours ? 60 

The groves may perhaps be as fair, 

And the face of the vallies as fine, 

The fwains may in manners compare, 

But their love is not equal to mine. 64. 


T X THY will you my pafiion reprove ? 

* ^ Why term it a folly to grieve ? 
Ere I mew you the charms of my love, 
She is fairer than you can believe. 
With her mien (he enamours the brave, 5 

With her wit fhe engages the free, 
With her modeity pleafes the grave ; 
She is ev'ry way pleahng to me. 

you that have been of her train, 

Come and join in my amorous lays '. 1 o 

1 could lay down my life for theiwain 
That will fing but a fong in her-praife. 
When he fings, may the nymphs of the town 
Come trooping, and liften awhile ; 

Nay, on him let not Phyllida frown, 15 

— But I cannot allow her to fmile. 

For when Paridel tries in the dance 

Any favour with Phyllis to find, 

O how with one trivial glance 

Might /he ruin the peace of my mind ! 2 

In ringlets he drelfes his hair, 

And his crook is beitudded around 5 

Aid his pipe — oh ! my Phyllis beware 

Of a magic there is in the found ! 


'Tis his with mock paffion to glow j 25 

"Tis his in iinooth tales to unfold 

" How her face is as bright as the (how, 

" And her bolbro, before, is as cold : 

'« How the nightingales labour ihe ftrain, 

" With the notes of his charmer to viej 30 

" How they vary their accents in vain, 

" Repine at her triumphs, and die." 

To the grove or the garden he ftrays, 

And pillages every fweet, 

Then foiting the wreath to his lays, 35 

He throws it at Phyllis's feet. 

« O Phyllis!" he whilpers, " more fair, 

" More l'weet, than the jeffamine's flow'r ! 

" What are pinks in the morn ro compare ? 

" What is eglantine after a mow'r? 4® 

" Then the lily no longer is white, 

" Then the role is depnvM of its bloom, 

" Then the violets die with delpight, 

" And the woodbines give up their perfume." 

Thus glide the foft numbers along, 45 

And he fancies no fhepherd his peer j 

— Yet I never mould envy the long, 

Were not Phyllis to lend it an ear. 

Let his crook be with hyacinths bound, 

So Phyllis the trophy delpife ; 53 

Let his forehead with laurels be crown'd, 

So they mine not in PhyHis's eyes. 

The language that flows from the heart 

Is a ftranger to ParidePs tongue : 

. — Yet may me beware of his art, 

Or iure I mult envy the fong. 5 6 



VE Shepherds ! give ear to my lay, 
■*■ And take no more heed of my fheep ; 
They have nothing to do but to ftray, 
I have nothing to do but to weep. 
Yet do not my folly reprove ; 5 

She was fair — and my paffion begun ; 
She fmil'd — and I could not but love : 
She is faithlefs — and I am undone. 

Perhaps I was void of all thought ; 

Perhaps it was plain to forefee 10 

That a nymph ib complete would be fought 

By a fwain more engaging than me. 

Ah ! love ev'ry hope can infpire, 

It banilhes wiidom the while, 

And the lip of the nymph we admire 15 

Seems for ever adorn'd with a fmile. 

She is faithlefs, and I am undone : 

Ye that witneis the woes I endure, 

Let reafon initrucl you to fliun 

What it cannot inftrucf. you to cure. so 

Beware how you loiter in vain 

Amid nymphs of an higher degree j 

It is not for me to explain 

How fair and how fickle they be. 

Alas! from the day that we met 25 

What hope of an end to my woes ? 

When I cannot endure to torget 

The glance that undid my repofe. 

Yet time may diminilh the pain : 

The flow'r, and the flirub, and the tree, 30 

Which I rear'd for her pleafure in vain, 

In time may nave comfort for me. 


The fweets of a dew-fprinkled rofe, 

The found of a murmuring ftream, 

The peace which from folitude flows, 35 

Henceforth mail be Corydon's theme. 

High tranfports are (hewn to the fight, 

But we are not to find them our own j 

Fate never beftow'd fuch delight 

As I with my Phyllis had known. 40 

ye Woods ! fpread your branches apace, 
To your deepeft recefTes I fly; 

1 would hide with the beafts of the chafe, 
I would vanifh from every eye. 

Yet my reed Hull refound thro' the grove 45 

With the fame fad complaint it begun ; 

How (he fmil'd, and I could not but love! 

Was faithlefs, and I am undone ! 4$ 


ODES, &c. 


O HEALTH 1 capricious maid ! 
Why cloft thou ihun my peaceful bow'r, 
Where I had hope to fnare thy pow'r, 
And blefs thy lalting aid ? 

Since thou, alas ! art flown, 
It 'vails not whether Mule or Grace, 
With tempting fmile, frequent the place ; 
I iigh for thee alone. 

Age not forbids thy ftay : 
Thou yet might'lt aft the friendly part ; 
Thou yet might'lt rait'e this languid heart 3 
Why ipeed i'o fwift away ? 

Thou fcorn'ft the city air; 

I breathe frefti gales o'er furrow'd ground, 

Yet halt not thou my wilhes crown'd, 15 

falfe ! O partial Fair ! 

1 plunge into the wave ; 

And tho' with pureft hands I raife 

A rural altar to thy praile, 

Thou wilt not deign to lave. zo 

Amid my well-known grove, 
Where mineral fountains vainly bear 
Thy boafted name and titles fair, 
Why fcorns thy foot to rove ? 

Thou hear'ft the fportman's claim, 25 

Enabling him, with idle noiCe, 

To drown the Mule's melting voice, 

And fright the tim'rous game. 


ODES. 14.5 

Is thought thy foe ? Adieu, 

Ye midnight lamps ! ye curious tomes! 30 

Mine eye o'er hills and vallies roams, 

And deals no more with you. 

Is it the clime you flee? 

Yet 'midft his unremitting fnovvs 

The poor Laponian's bofom glows, 35 

And lhares bright rays from thee. 

There was, there was a time, 

When, tho' I icorn'd thy guardian care, 

Nor made a vow nor laid a pray'r, 

I did not rue the crime. 

Who then more blefs'd than I ? 
When the glad fchcolboy's talk was done, 
And forth, with jocund fprite, I run 
To freedom and to joy ? 

How jovial then the day ! 
What fince have all my labours found, 
Thus climbing life to gaze around, 
That can thy lofs repay ? 

Wert thou, alas! but kind, 
Methinks no frown that Fortune wears, 
Nor leflen'd hopi_s, nor growing cares, 
Could link my cheerful mind. 

Whate'er my ftars include, 
What other breads convert to pain, 
My towYing- minrl mould loon dildain, 
Should fcora — Ingratitude ! 




Repair this mouldVing cell, 

And blefs'd with objects found at home, 

And envying rone their feirer dome. 

How pleasM my foul Ihould dwell ! 6e 


14-6 ODES. 
Temp'rance mould guard the doors ; 
From room to room fhould Mem'ry ftray, 
And, ranging all in neat array, 
Enjoy her pleafing {lores 

There let them reft unknown, 65 

The types of many a pleafing fcene ; 

But to preferve them bright or clean, 

Is thine, Fair Queen! alone. 68 




H ! what is fcience, what is art, 
Or what the pleafure thefe impart ? 
Ye trophies, which the learn'd purlue 
Thro' endleis, fruitlel's toils, adieu ! 

What can the tedious tomes beftow, 5 

To lboth the miferies they ihow ? 
What like the blifs for him decreed 
Who tends his flock and tunes his reed ! 

Say, wretched Fancy ! thus refrVd 

From all that glads the fimpleft hind, 10 

How rare that object which fupplies 

A charm for too difcerning eyes ! 

The polifh'd bard, of genius vain, 

Endures a deeper fenfe of pain ; 

As each invading blaft devours * 5 

The richeft fruits, the faireft flow'rs. 

Sages, with irkfomewafte of time, 

The fteep afcent of knowledge climb, 

Then from the tow'ring heights they l'cale, 

Behold contentment range — the vale. *° 


fig* t 

^Oh*. - 

A /vacant xartfr lirew nigh, aui-^tuwl 
3&e iiV&et trailox faSt afiejep. 

fjsnad fy T.Crk. 

Ltifrrui *r C&mx S 

TntnttJ y 

ODES. 147 

Yet why, Afteria, tell us why 
We (corn the crowd when you are nigh ? 
Why then does reafon leem Co fair, 
Why learning then deferve our care ? 

Who can unpleas'd your (helves behold 2 5 

While you fo fair a proof unfold ? 

What force the brisrhtett genius draws » 

From polifh'd svifdom's written laws ? 

Where are our humbler tenets flown ? 

What itrange perfection bids us own -o 

That Blifs with toilfome Science dwells, 

And happieft he who moll excels ? 31 


^nn WAS in a cool Aonian glade 

■*• The wanton Cupid, fpent with toil, 
Had fought refrelhment from the (hade, 
And (tretch'd him on the mofly foil. 

A vagrant Mufe drew nigh, and found 5 

The fubtle traitor fafc afleep ; 
And is it thine to Ihore profound, 
She faid, yet leave the world to weep ? 

But hufh — from this aufpicious hour 

The world, I ween, may relt in peace, 1 o 

Androbb'd of darts, and ftript of pow'r, 

Thy peevilh petulance decreafe. 

Sleep on, poor Child ! whilft I withdraw, 

And this thy vile artill'ry hide — 

When the Caftalian fount (he law, 1 5 

And plung'd his arrows in the tide. 

That magic fount — ill-judging maid ! 
Shall cauie you foon to curie the day 
You dai'd the (hafts of Love invade, 
And gave his arms redoubled fway, 20 

O 7. 

148 ODES. 

For in a ftream fo wondrous clear. 
When angry Cupid learches round. 
Will not the radiant points appear ? 
Will not the furtive fpoils be found ? 

Too foon they were ; and ev'ry dart, 25 

Dipp'd in the Mule's myftic fpring, 
Acquir d new force to wound tne heart, 
And taught at once to love and fing. 

Then Farewell, ye Pierian quire! 

For who will now your altars throng? 3<a 

From Love we learn to fwell the lyre, 

And Echo aiks no fweeter long. 42 


Written 1739. 

frit fpes animi credula mutui ? 

fond hope of a reciprocal defire 
Inflames the breatt. 

snpWAS not by beauty's aid alone 

-"■ That Love ufurp'd his airy throne, 
His boafted pow'r dilplayM ; 
'Tis kindnels that l'ecures his aim, 
'Tis hope that feeds the kindling flame, 5 

Which beauty firlt convey'd. 

In Clara's eyes the lightning view j 

Her lips with all the rofe's hue 

Have all its iweets combin'd j 

Yet vain the blulh, and faint the fire, 10 

Till lips at once, and eyes, confpire 

To prove the charmer kind 

Tho' wit might gild the tempting fnare 

With fofteft accent, fweettft air, 

By envy's lei fadmir'd ; J S 

If Ltlbia's wit betray'dher fcora, 

In vain might ev'ry Grace adorn 

What ev'ry Mule infph-'d. 

ODES. 149 

Thus airy Strephon tun'd his lyre- 
He fcorn'd the pangs of wild defire, 20 
Which lovefick fwains endure ; 
Refolv'd to brave the keeneft dart, 
Since frowns could never wound his heart, 
And fmiles — muft ever cure. 

But, ah! how falfe thefe maxims prove, 25 

How frail fecurity from love 

Experience hourly (hows ! 

Love can imagin'd fmiles fupply, 

On ev'ry charming lip and eye 

Eternal fweets beftows. 30 

In vain we traft the fair one'e eyes ; 

In vain the fage explores the Ikies, 

To learn from ftars is fate ; 

Till led by fancy wide aftray, 

He finds no planet mark his way ; 35 

Convinc'd and wife — loo late. 

As partial to their words we prove, 

Then boldly join the lifts of love, 

With.tow'ring hopes fupply'd : 

So heroes, taught by doubtful (brines, 40 

Mittook their deity's defigns, 

Then took the field — and dy'd. 42 



In Winter 1748. 

f~\N fair Afteria's blifsful plains, 
^-^ Where ever-blooming Fancy reigns, 
How pleas'd we pafs the winter's day, 
And charm the dull eye Spleen away ! 

No linnet, from the leaflefs bough, 5 

Pours forth her note melodious now, 
. But all admire Afteria"s tongue, 
Noc wifti the linnet's vernal long. 

O 3 

-, 5 o ODES - 

No flow'rs emit their tranfient rays ; 
Yet lure Afteria's wit dilplays 10 

Wore various tints, more glowing lines, 
And with perennial beauty mines. 

Tho' rifled groves and fetter'd ftreams 

But ill befriend a poet's dreams, 

Afteria's prelence wakes the lyre, 1 5 

And well lupplies poetic fire. 

The fields have loft their lovely dye, 

No cheerful azure decks thefky, 

Yet ftill we blefs the louring day } 

Afteria fmiles — and all is gay. 2* 

Hence let the Mufe no more prefume 
To blame the winter's dreary gloom, 
Accufe his loit'ring hours no more, 
But, ah ! their envious halte deplore. 

For foon from Wit and Friendfhip's reign, 25 

The f cial hearth, the l'prightly vein, 
I go — to meet the coming year 
On lavage plains and delerts drear! 

I go — to feed on pleafures flown, 

Nor find the l'piing my lol's atone ; 3° 

But, 'mid th' flow'ry fweets of May, 

With pride recall this winter's day. 3 Z 



O MEMORY! celeftial maid! 
Whu gjean'ft the rlow'rets cropt by time^ 
And, luffering not a leaf to fade, 
Prcferv'ft the bloffoms of our prime, 
Bring, bring thole moments to my mind 5 

When life was new and Lefbia kind. 


And bring that garland to my fight 

With which myfavour'd crook lhe bound, 

And bring that wreath of rofes bright 

Which then my feftive temples crown'd, 1 o 

And to my raptur'd ear convey 

The gentle things me deign' d to fay. 

And (ketch with care the Mufe's bow'r, 

Where Ifis rolls her filver tide, 

Nor yet omit one reed or flow'r 1 5 

That mines on Cherweli's verdant fide, 

If fo thou may'ft thofe hours prolong, 

Whcnpolifh'd Lyconjoin'd my long. 

The fong it 'vails not to recite- 

But, lure, to iboth our youthful dreams, zo 

Thole banks and ltreams appear'd more bright 
Than other banks, than other dreams 5 
Or by the foft'ning pencil mown, 
Alfume they beauties not their own ? 

And paint that fweetly-vacant fcene, 25 

When, all beneath the poplar bough, 

My fpirits light, my foul ferene, 

I breath'd in verfeone cordial vow, 

That nothing mould my fcul infpire 

But friendfhip warm and love entire. 30 

Dull to the fenfe of new delight, 

On thee the drooping Mule attends, 

As fome fond lover, robb'd of fight, 

On thy expreifive pow'r depends, 

Nor would exchange thy glowing lines, 35 

To live the lord of all that mines. 

But let me chafe thofe vows away 

Which at Ambition's ihrine I made, 

Nor ever let thy ikill diiplay 

Thofe anxious moments, ill repaid : 4? 

Oh ! from my breaft that fealbn rafe, 

And bring my childhood in its place. 

T5* ODES. 

Bring me the bells, the rattle bring, 

And bring the hobby I beftrode, 

When pleas'd, in many a fportive ring 45 

Around the room I jovial rode j 

Ev'n let me bid my lyre adieu, 

And bring the whittle that I blew. 

Then will I mufe, and, penfive, fay, 

Why did not thefe enjoyments lait ? 50 

How fweetly waited I the day, 

While innocence allow'd towafte! 

Ambition's toils alike are vain, 

But ah ! for pleafure yield us pain. 54 


Written towards the clofe of the year 1748, 


TTOW blithly pafs'd the fummer's day ! 
■*■ How bright was ev'ry flow'r! 
While friends arriv'd in circles gay, 
To viiit Damon's bow'r! 

But now, with filent ftep, I range 5 

Along fome lonely more, 

And Damon's bow'r, alas the change! 

Is gay with friends no more. 

Away to crowds and cities borne, 

In queftof joy theyfteer, 10 

Whillt I, alas! am left forlorn 

To weep the parting year ! 

O penfive autumn ! how I grieve 

Thy forrowing face to fee ! 

When languid funs are taking leave » j 

Of ev'ry drooping tree. 



ODES. 153 

All ! let me not, with heavy eye, 
This dying l'cene furvey ! 
Hafte, Winter! halle ; ufurp the Iky; 
Complete my bowVs decay. 

Ill can I bear the motley caft 
Yon' fick'ning leaves retain, 
That ipeak at once of pieal'ure paft, 
And bode approaching pain. 

At home, unblefs'd, I gaze around, 25 

My diltant fcenes require, 

Where, all in murky vapours drown'd, 

Are hamlet, hill, and i'pire. 

Tho' Thomfon, fweet defcriptive bard I 

Infpiring Autumn lung, 3° 

Yet how ihould we the months regard 

That ftopp'd his flowing tongue ? 

Ah ! lucklefs months, of all the reft, 

To whole hard (hare it fell ! 

For fure he was the gentler! breail 35 

That ever lung ib well. 

And fee, the fwallows now difown 

The roofs they lov'd before, 

Each, like his tuneful genius, flown 

To glad fome happier fliore. 4° 

The wood-nymph eyes, with pale affright, 
The lportiman's frantic deed, 
While hounds, and horns, and yells, unite 
To drown the Mule's reed. 

Ye fields ! with blighted herbage brown, 4* 

Ye flcies ! no longer blue, 

Too much we feel from Fortune's frown 

To bear thefe frowns from you. 

154 ODES. 

Where is the mead's unfully'd green ? 
The zephyr's balmy gale ? 50 

And where fweet friend/hip's cordial mien, 
That brighten'd ev'ry vale ? 

What tho' the vine difclofe her dyes, 

And boaft her purple ftore ? 

Not all the vineyard's rich fupplies 55 

Can iboth our forrows more. 

He ! he is gone, whofe moral ftrain 

Could wit and mirth refine; 

He ! he is gone, whofe focial vein 

Surpafs'd the pow'r of wine. 60 

Faft by the ftreams he deign'd to praifc 
In yon' fequefter'd grove, 
To him a votive tirn I raife, 
To him and friendly Love. 

Yes, there, my Friend ! forlorn and fad, C$ 

I grave your Thomson's name, 

And there his lyre, which Fate forbade 

To found your growing fame. 

There mall my plaintive fong recount 

Dark themes of hopelefs wo, 70 

And falter than the drooping fount 

j'11 teach mine eyes to flow. 

There leaves, in fpite of Autumn green, 

Shall (hade the hallow'd ground, 

And Spring will there again be feen 75 

To call forth flow'rs around. 

But no kind funs will bid me mare, 

Once more, his focial hour; 

Ah ! Spring ! thou never canft repair 

This lois to Damon's bow'r. . 80 

CDES. 155 


After Sicknefs, 1749. 

Melius, cum venerit ipfa, canemus. 

His wifh'd-for prefence will improve the fong. 

HTOO long a (hanger to repofe, 
-*■ At length from Pain's abhorred couch I rofe, 
And wander'd forth alone, 
To court once more the balmy breeze, 
And catch the verdure of the trees, 5 

Ere yet their charms were flown. 

'Twas from a bank with panfies gay 

I hail'd once more the cheerful day, 

The fun's forgotten beams : 

O Sun ! how pleaiing were thy rays, l« 

Reflected from the polifh'd face 

Of yon' refulgent if reams! 

Rais'd by the fcene, my feeble tongue 

Eflay'd again the fweets of fong, 

And thus in feeble ftrains, and flow, 1 5 

The loit'ring numbers 'gan to flow. 

" Come, gentle Air ! my languid limbs reftore, 

" And bid me welcome from the Stygian Ihore, 

" For fure I heard the tender fighs, 

** I ieem'd to join the plaintive cries 20 

" Of haplefs youths, who thro' the myrtle grove 

" Bewail for ever their unfimnYd love j 

" To that unjoyous clime, 

'.' Torn from the fight of thefe ethereal Ikies, 

" Debarr'd the lufhe of their Delias' eyes, 25 

*' And banifli'd in their prime. 

'* Come, gentle Air ! and, while the thickets bloom, 


Convey the jairnine's breath divine, 
" Convey the woodbine's rich perfume, 

Nor fpare the fweet-leaf'd eglantine j 33 


1S 6 ODES. 

" And may'ft thou fhun the rugged ftorm 
«« Till Health her wonted charms explain, 
« With Rural Pleasure in her train, 
" To greet me in her faireft form ; 
" While from this lofty mount I view 35 

" Thefonsof Earth, the vulgar crew, 
« Anxious for futile gains, beneath me ftray, [way. 
" And feek. with erring ftep Contentment's obvious 

«« Come, gentle Air! and thou, celeftial Mufe ! 

" Thy genial flame infuie, 4° 

« Enough to lend a penfive bofom aid, 

'* And ^ild Retirement's gloomy (hade; 

" Enough to rear filch rultic lays 

" As foes may (light, but partial friends will praife." 

The gentle air allow'd my claim, 45 

And, more to cheer my drooping frame, 
She mixt the balm of op'ning flowers, 
Such as the bee, with chymic powers, 
From Hybla's fragrant hills inhales, 
Or fcent's Sabea's blooming vales : _ £0 

But, ah! the nymphs that heal the penfive mind, 
By prefcripts more refin'd, 
Neglect their vot'rv's anxious moan : 
Oh! how fhould they relieve '.—the Mutes all were 

By flow'ry plain or woodland (hades 55 

I fondly fought the charming maids ; 

By woodland (hades or flow'ry plain 

I fought them, faithlei's maids ! in vain ; 

When, lo ! in happier hour, 

I leave behind my native mead, "° 

To range where Zeal and Friendfhip lead, 

To vifit L****'s honour'd bower. 

Ah! foolifhman! to feek the tuneful maids 

On other plains, cr near lei's verdant (hade* 1 

ODES. 157 

Scarce have my footfteps prefs'd the favour'd ground, 

When ibunds ethereal ftrike my ear j 66 

At once celeftial forms appear j 

My fugitives are found ! 

The Mufes here attune their lyres, 

Ah ! partial, with unwonted fires ; 70 

Here, hand in hand, with carelefs mien, 

The fportive Graces trip the green. 

But whilft I wander'd o'er a fcene fo fair, 

Too well at one furvey I trace 

How ev'ry Mule and ev'ry Grace 75 

Had long employ 'd their care. 

Lurks not a ftcne enrich'd with lively ftain, 

Blooms not a flow'r amid the vernal ftore, 

Falls not a plume on India's diftant plain, 

Glows not a (hell on Adda's rocky more, 80 

But torn, methought, from native lands or feas, 

From their arrangement gain frefhpow'r topkafe. 

And fome had bent the wild'ring maze, 

Bedeck'd with ev'ry lhrub that blows, 

And fome entwin'd the willing fprays, 85 

To fliield th' illuilrious dame's repofe; 

Others had grac'd the fprightly dome, 

And taught the portrait where to glow j 

Others arrang'd the curious tome, 

Or 'mid the decorated fpace 00 

Afiign'd the laurell'd buft a place, 

And given to learning all the pomp of fhow j 

And now from ev'ry talk withdrawn, 

They met and friik'd it o'er the lawn. 

Ah ! wo is me, faid I, 95 

And ***'s hilly circuit heard my cry : 

Have I for this with labour firove, 

And laviih'd all my little ftore 

To fence for you my fhady grove, 

And ice Hop ev'ry winding ihore, 100 



And fringe with ev'ry purple rofc 
The fapphire ftream that down my valley flows ? 

Ah ! lovely treach'rous maids ! 

To quit unfeenmy votive (hades, 

W hen pale Difeai'e and tort'ringPain 103 

Had torn me from the breezy plain, 

And to a reftlels couch confin'd, 

Who ne'er your wonted talks declin'd. 

She needs not your officious aid 

To {well the fong or plan the (hade ; 1 1 o 

By genuine Fancy nYd, 

Her native genius guides her hand, 

And while ihe marks the fage command, 

More lovely fcenes her {kill {hallraife, 

Her lyre refound with nobler rays 1 1 5 

Than ever you infpir'd. 

Thus I my rage and grief difplay, 

But vainly blame, and vainly mourn, 

Nor will a Grace or Mule return 

'Till Luxborough lead the way. 120 



Written 1750. 
"TX7HILE orient flues reffore the day, 
* ^ And dew drops catch the lucid ray, 
Amid the fprightly fcenes of morn 
Will aught the Mufe infpire ? 

Oh! peace to yonder clanvVous horn 5 

That drowns the i'acred lyre ! 

Ye rural Thanes ! that o'er the mofly down 

Some panting tim'rous hare purlbe, 

Does Nature" mean your joys alone to crown '. 

Say, does ihe fmooth her Lawns for you ? 10 


For you does Echo bid the rocks reply, 
And, urg'd by rude conftraint, refound the jovial cry ? 

See from the neighb'ring hill, forlorn, 

The wretched fwain your fport furvey ; 

He finds his faithful fences torn, i ? 

He finds his labour'd crops a prey ; 

He fees his flock — no more in circles feed, 

Haply beneath your ravage bleed, 

And with no random curies loads the deed. 

Nor yet, ye Swains ! conclude 20 

That Nature fmiles for you alone ; 

Your bounded fouls and your conception crude, 

The proud, the felfilh, boaft difown : 

Your's be the produce of the foil ; 

O may it ftill reward your toil ! 15 

Nor ever the defencelefs train 

Of clinging infants alk fupport in vain ! 

But tho' the various harveft gild your plains, 

Does the mere landfcape feaft your eye ? 

Or the warm hope of diftant gains 39 

Far other caufe of glee fupply ? 

Is not the red-llreak's future juice 

Thefource of your delight profound, 

"Where Ariconium pours her gems profufe, 

Purpling a whole horizon round ? 35 

Athirft ye praife the limpid itream, 'tis true ; 

But tho 1 the pebbled ihores among 

It mimic no unpleafing fong, 

The limpid fountain murmurs not for you. 

Unpleas'd ye fee the thickets bloom, 455 

Unpleas'd the fpring her flow'ry robe refume ; 
Unmov'd the mountain's airy pile, 
The dappled mead without a l'mile. 

P z 

tCo odes. 

O let a rural confcious Mufe, 

For well (he knows, your froward fenfe aceufe: 45 
Forth to the folemn oak. you bring the iquare, 
And fpan the marly trunk before you cry, 'Tis fair. 

Nor yet, ye Learn'd! nor yet, ye Courtly Train ! 

If haply from your haunts ye (tray 

To wafte with us a rummer's day, 5° 

Exclude the tafte of ev'ry fwain, 

Nor our untutor'd fenfe difdain : _ y 

'Tis nature only gives exclufive right 

To relifh her fupreme delight ; 

She, where (he pleafes, kind or coy, SS 

Who furniflies the fcene, and forms us to enjoy. 

Then hither bring the fair ingenuous mind, ' 
By her aufpicious aid refin'd. 
Lo ! not an hedge-row hawthorn blows, 
Or humble harebell paints the plain, 60 

Or valley winds, or fountain flows, 
Or purple heath is tingV. in vain : 
For fuch the rivers daih the foaming tides, 
The mountain (wells, the dale fubfides : _ 
Ev"n thriftlefs furze detains their wand'ring fight, 6 5 
And the rough barren rock grows pregnant with de- 


With what fufpicious fearful care 

The fordid wretch fecures his claim, 

If haply fome luxurious heir 

Should alienate the fields that wear his name '. 70 

What fcruphs left fome iuture birth 

Should litigate a fpan of earth ! 

Bonds, contrafts, feoffments, names unmeet for profe, 

The tow'ring Mule endures not to difclofe ; 

Alas ! her unievers'd decree, 75 

More comprtheniive and more free, 

Her lavifh'd charter, tafte, appropriates all we fee. 

ODES. l6x 

Let gondolas their painted flags unfold, 

And be the folemn day enroll'd, 

When, to confirm his lofty pica, I© 

In nuptial fort, with bridal gold, 

The grave Venetian weds the fea : 

Each laughing Mufe derides the vow ; 

Ev'n Adria ("corns the mock embrace, 

To fome lone hermit on the mountain's brew, 85 

Allotted, from his natal hour, 

With all her myrtle ihores in dow'r. 

His bread, to admiration prone, 

Enjoys the fmile upon her face, 

Enjoys triumphant ev'ry grace, 00 

And finds her more his own. 

Fatigu'dwith Form's oppreffive laws, 
When Somerfet avoids the great, 
When, cloy'd with merited apolaufe, 
She leeks the rural calm retreat, n s 

Does flie not praife each moffy cell, 
And feel the truth my numbers tell ? 
When, deafen'd by the loud acclaim 
Which genius grae'd with rank obtains, 
Could fhe not more delighted hear j co 

Yon' throftle chant the riling year ? 
Could (he not fpurn the wreaths of fame, 
To crop the primrofe of the plains ? 
Dees fhe not iweets in each fair valley find, 
Loft to the fons of Pow'r, unknown to half man- 
kind ? j 05 

Ah ! can (he covet there to fee 

The fplendid (laves, the reptile race, 

That oil the tongue and bow the knee, 

That (light her merit, but adore her place ? 

For happier, if aright I deem, 110 

When from gay throngs and gilded (plres, 

To where the lonely halcyons play, 

Her philofophk ftep retires : 

p \ 

j6l ODES. 

While ftudious of the moral theme, 

She to fome lmooth fequefter'd ftream i 1 5 

Likens the fwains' inglorious day, 

Pleas'd from the flow'ry margin to furvey 

How cool, ferene, and clear, the current glides away. 

O blind to truth, to virtue blind, 
Who flight the fweetly peniive mind! 120 

On whole fair birth the Graces mild, 
And ev'ry Mule prophetic fmil'd. 
Not that the poet's boafted fire 
Should Fame's wide-echoing trumpet fwell, 
Or on the mufic of his lyre 125 

Each future age with rapture dwell j 
The vaunted fweeta of praife remove, 
Yet lhall luch bolbms claim a part 
In ail that glads the human heart ; 
Yet thele the fpirits form'd to judge and prove ' 1 30 
All Nature's charms immeni'e, and Heavn's unbounded 

And, oh ! the tranfport molt ally'd to fong,-- 
In fome fair villa's peaceful bound, 
To catch foft hints from Nature's tongue, 
And bid Arcadia, bloom around ; 135 

Whether we fringe the doping hill, 
Or lmooth below the verdant mead, 
Whetlur we break the falling rill, 
Or thro' meand'ring mazes lead, ' 
Or in the horrid brambles rcom 140 

Bid carelefs groups of roles bloom, 
Oi let fome ihelter'd lake ferene 

Reflect flow'rs, woods, and fpires, and brighten all the 


O fweet difpofal of the rural hour ! 
O beauties never known to cloy ! 14-5 

While Worth and Genius haunt the favour'd bow'r, 
And ev'ry gentle brcaft partakes the joy - } 

ODES. 163 

While Charity at eve furveys the fwain, 
Enabled by thefe toils to cheer 

A train of helplefs infants dear, 153 

Speed whittling home acrofs the plain ; 
See vagrant Luxury, her handmaid grown, 
For half her gracelefs deeds atone, 
And hails the bounteous work, and ranks it with her 

Why brand thefe pleafures with the name 155 

Of loft unfocial toils, of indolence and lhame? 

Search but the garden or the wood, 

Let yon' admir'd carnation own 

Not all was meant for raiment or for food, 

Not all for needful ul'e alone ; i<5q 

There while the feeds of future bloflbms dwell, 

'Tis colour'd for the light, perfum'd to pleafe the fmeil. 

Why knows the nightingale to fing ? 

Why flows the pine's neftareous juice ? 

Why mines with paint the linnet's wing ? 165 

For fuftenance alone ? for ufe ? 

For prefervation ? Ev'ry fphere 

Shall bid fairPleafure's rightful claim appear : 

And fure there feem, of humankind, 

Some born to fliun the folemn ttrife 5 170 

Some for amuiive tafks defign'd, 

To footh the certain ills of life ; 

Grace its lone vales with many a budding rofe, 

New founts of blifs difclofe, 

Call forth refrefhing fhades, and decorate repofe. 175 

From plains and woodlands, from the view 

Of rural Nature's blooming face, 

Smit with the glare of rank and place, 

To courts the ions ol Fancy flew ; 

There long had Art ordain'd a rival feat, 180 

There had ihe layifli'd all her care 

To form a fcene more dazzling fair, 

And cairdthem from their green retreat 

j64- ODES. 

To (hare her proud control ; 

Had given the robe with grace to flow, 185 

Had taught exotic gems to glow ; 
And, emulous of Nature's pow'r, 
Mimic'd the plume, the leaf, the flow'r j 
Chang'd the complexion's native hue, 
Moulded each ruitic limb anew, 1 90 

And warp"d ihe very ibul. 

Awhile her magic ftrikes the novel eye, 

Awhile the fairy forms delight ; 

And now aloof we feem to fly 

On purple pinions thro' a purer (ky, 195 

Where all is wondrous, all his bright : 

Now, landed on ibme fpa ngled (hore, 

Awhile each dazzled maniac roves, 

By fapphire lakes thro' em'rald groves : 

Paternal acres pleafe no more: ICO 

Adieu the fimple, the fincere delight — 

Th' habitual fcene of hill and dale, 

The rural herds, the vernal gale, 

The tangled vetch's purple bloom, 

The fragrance of the bean's perfume, 205 

Be theirs alone who cultivate the foil, 

And drink the cup of third, and eat the bread of toil. 

But foon the pageant fades away ! 
'Tis Nature only bears perpetual fway. 
We pierce the counterfeit delight, 210 

Fatigu'd with fplendour's irkfome beams ; 
Fancy again demands the fight 
Of native groves and wonted ftreams, 
Pants for the fcenes that charm'd her youthful eyes, 
Where Truth maintains her court, and banifhes Dii- 


Then hither oft', ye Senators 1 retire ; *i6 

With Nature here high converfe hold; 

For who like Stamford her delights admire, 

Like Stamford (hall with fcorn behold 

Th' unequal bribes of pageantry and go!d ; zzo 

ODES. j£j 

Beneath the Britifti oak's majeftic (hade 

Shall fee fair Truth, immortal maid ! 

Friend/hip in artlels guife array M, 

Honour and moral beauty mine [vine. 

With more attractive charms, with radiance more Ji- 

Yes, here alone did higheft Heav'n ordain 2 z6 

The lading magazine of charms, 

Whatever wins, whatever warms, 

Whatever fancy feeks to fhare, 

The great, the various, and the fair, 230 

For ever fhould remain ! 

Her impulfenothing may reftrain — 

Or whence the joy 'mid columns, tow'rs, 

'Midft all the city's artful trim, 

To rear feme breathlefs vapid flow'rs 235 

Or fhrubs fuiiginouily grim ? 

From rooms of filken foliage vain, 

To trace the dun fardiltant grove, 

Where, fmit with undiffcmbled pain, 

The woodlark mourns herabfent love, 240 

Borne to the duity town from native air, 

To mimic rural life, and footh fome vapour'd fair ? 

But how muft faithlefs Art prevail, 

Should all who tafte our joy lincere, 

To virtue, truth, or i'cience, dear, 245 

Forego a court's alluring pale, 

For dimpled brook and leafy grove, 

For that rich luxury of thought they love ! 

Ah, no ! from thei'e the public fphere requires 

Example for its giddy bands ; 250 

From thefe impartial Heav'n demands 

To fpread the flame itfelf infpires j 

To fift Opinion's mingled mafs, 

Imprel's a nation's tafte, and bid the fterling pafs. 

Happy, thrice happy they, 255 

Whole graceful deeds have exemplary ihone 
Round the gay precincts of a throne 

l6S ODES. 

With mild effective beams ! 

Who bands of fair ideas bring, 

By iblemn grot or fhady fpring, 260 

To join their pleafing dreams ! 

Theirs is the rural blifs without alloy j 

They only that deferve enjoy. 

What tho' nor fabled Dryad haunt their grove, 

Nor Naiad near their fountains rove ? 265 

Yet all embody'd to the mental light, 

A train of fmiling Virtues bright 

Shall there the wife retreat allow, [brow. 

Shall twine triumphant palms to deck the wand'ru-'s 

And tho' by faitlilefs friends alarm'd, 

Art have with Nature wag'd prelumptuous war, 271 

By Seymour's winning influence charm'd, 

In whom their gifts united fhine, 

No longer (hall their councils jar. 

'Tis her's to meditate the peace ; 275 

Near Percy-lodge, with awe-ftruck mien, 

The rebel leeks her lawful queen, 

And havcck and contention ceafe. 

I fee the rival pow'rs combine, 

And aid each other's fairdelign : 2S0 

Nature exalt the mound where Art mall build, 

Art fhapethegay alcove, while Nature paints the field. 

Begin, ye Songfters of the grove ! 

O warble forth your noblelt lay : 

Where Somerfet vouchfafcs to rove, 2S5 

Ye Lev'rets ! freely fport and play. 

—Peace to the ftrepent horn ! 

Let no harm diffonance dirt urb the Mom j 

No founds inelegant and rude 

Her facred latitudes profane, 2<jo 

Unlets her candour not exclude 

The lowly ihepherd's votive ftrain, 

Who tunes his reed amidft his rural cheer, 

Fearful, yet not aver fe, that Somerfet Ihould hear. 294. 


ODES. ,g 7 

A H ! why for ever on the wing 

Perfifts my weary'd foul to roam ? 
Why, ever cheated, ftrives to bring 
Or plealure or contentment home ? 

Thus the poor bird that draws his name 
From Paradiiifs hononr'd groves, 
Carelefs fatigues his little frame, 
Nor finds the reiiing place he loves. 

Lo ! on the rural moffy bed 
My limbs with carelefs eafe reclin'dj 
Ah, gentle Sloth ! indulgent fpread 
The lame foft bandage o'er my mind. 

For why mould lingering thought invade, 
Yet ev'ry worldly profpecl cloy ? 
Lend me, foft Sloth ! thy friendly aid, 
And give me peace, debarr'd of joy. 

Lov'ft thou yon' calm and filent flood,. 
That never ebbs, that never flows, 
Protected by the circling wood 
From each tempeftuous wind that blows ? 

An altar on its bank mall rife, 
Where oft' thy vct'ry fhall be found, 
What time pale Autumn lulls the fkies, 
And fick'ning verdure fades around. 

Ye bufy Race ! ye factious Train ! 
That haunt ambition's guilty fhrine, 
No more perplex the world in vain, 
But offer here your vows with mine. 

And thou, puiifant Queen ! be kind : 
If e'er I fhar'd thy balmy pow'r, 
If e'er I fway'd'my aclive mind 
To weave for thee the rural bow'r 3 





168 ODES. 

Diffolve in deep each anxious care, 

Each unavailing figh remove, 

And only let me wake to (hare 

The Tweets of friendfoip and of love. 36 


Somewhat too Solicitous about her Manner of 

SURVEY, my Fair ! that lucid ftream T 
Adown the fouling valley ftray ; 
Would Art attempt, or Fancy dream, 
To regulate its winding way ? 



So pleas'd I view thy mining hair 
In loofe diftievell'd ringlets flow i 
Not all thy art, not all thy care, 
Can there one fingle grace bellow. 

Survey again that verdant hill, 
With native plants enamell'd o'er ; 
Say, can the painter's utmeft (kill 
Inftrutt one flow'r to pleafe us more ? 

As vain it were, with artful dye, 

To change the bloom thy cheeks difclofcj 

And, oh! my Laura, ere foe try, *5 

With frefo vermilion paint the rofe. 

Hark how the woodlark's tuneful throat 

Can every ftudy'd grace excel; 

Let Art conftrain the rambling note, 

And will foe, Laura, pleale :o well ? ^» 

Oh ! ever keep thy native eafe, 

By no pedantic law confin'd ; 

For Laura's voice is lorm'd to phafe, 

So Laura's words benoL unkind. *«• 

A tcarTacdcT^ any Delia's eje , 
In fib : nk yon plsyftilJHd miut die , 
Beam crystal spring* and V.o-c-y mead, 
.is pTTrac axllfle recede. 

'i>,.-yt*J pdtMI. 

.•iN-*r. !t[ .-.-■'' 




Of my own Colouring, Defigned for Lady Plymouth, 

Debit* nymphis opifex coronae. HOR. 


Conftruftor of the tributary wreath 
For rural maids. 

"DRING, Flora, bring thy treafures heir, 

The pride of all the blooming year, 
Ami let me thence a garland frame 
To crown this fair, this peerlefs dame ! 

But, ah! fince envious Winter lours, ? 

And Hewell meads refign their flow'rs, 
Let Art and Friendihip's joint effay 
DifFufe their flowerets in her way. 

Not Nature can, herfelf , prepare 
A worthy wreath for Lefbia's hair, 10 

Whofe temper, like her forehead, fmooth, 
Whole thoughts and accents form'd to iboth, 
Whofe plealing mien, and make refin'd,- 
Whofe artlefs breaif, and polifh'd mind, 
From all the nymphs of plain or grove 
Deferv'd and won by Plymouth's love ! ■ 1 S 


Optima quique dies miferis mortalibus svi 

Prima fiigit VIRG, 


Ah! vretched mortalswej our brighte.1 days 

On fleeteft pinioi.s fly. 

A TEAR bedews my Delia's eye 
* rV " To think yon 1 playful Kid mud die ; 
From cryftal fpnng and flow'ry mead 
Muft in his prime of life recede ! 

Erewhile, in ipcrtive circles round, 5 

She law him wheel, andfriik, and bound ; 
From rock to rock purliie his way, 
And on the fearful margin play. 

170 ODES. 

Pleas'd on his various freaks to dwell, 

She law him climb my ruftic cell, 10 

Thence eye my lawns with verdure bright, 

And ieem'd all raviih'd at the fight. 

She tells with what delight he ftood 

To trace his features in the flood, 

Then fkipp'd aloof with quaint amaze, 15 

And then drew near again to gaze. 

She tells me how with eager fpced 

He flew to hear my vocal reed j 

And how, with critic face profound, 

And ftedfaft ear, devour 'J the found. . 20 

His ev'ry frolic, light as air, 
Deferves the gentle Delia's care, 
And tears bedew her tender eye, 
To think the playful Kid mult die. — 

But knows my Delia, timely wife, 35 

How foon this blamelefs era flies ? 
While violence and craft fucceed, 
Unfair defign, and ruthlefs deed ! 

Soon would the vine his wounds deplore, 

And yield her purple gifts no more ; 30 

Ah ! foon eras'd from ev'ry grove 

Were Delia's name and Strephon's love. 

No more thofe bow'rs might Strephon fee, 

Where firft he fondly gaz'd on thee 5 

No more thofe beds of flow'rets find, 35 

Which for thy charming brows he twin'd. 

Each wayward paflion foon would tear 

Hisbofom, now lb void ot care, 

And when they left his ebbing vein, 

What but infipid age remain { 40 


ODES. j-j 

Then mourn not the decrees of Fate, 

That gave his life fo fliort a date, 

And I will join my tend'refl fighs 

To think that youth fo fwiftly flies ! .* 


CO dear my Lucio is to me, 

So well our minds and tempers blend, 
That feafons may for ever flee, 
And ne'er divide me from my friend • 
But let the favour'd boy forbear 
To tempt with love my only fair. 

O Lycon ! born when ev'ry Mufe, 
When ev'ry Grace, benignant fmil'd, 
With all a parent's bread could chufe 
To blefs her lov'd, her only child ; 
'Tis thine, fo richly grac'd, to prove 
More noble cares than cares of love, 

Together we from early youth 
Have trode the flow'ry tracks of time, 
Together mus'd in fearch of truth, 
O'er learned fage or bard fublime ; 
And well thy cultur'd bread I know, 
What wondrous treafure it can fliow. 

Come, then, refume thy charming lyre, 
And ling fome patriot's worth fublime, 
Whild I in fields of f'oft defire 
Confumerny fair and fruitlefs prime ; 
Whofe reed afpires but to difplay 
The flame that burns me night and day. 

O come ! the Dryads of the woods 
Shall daily iboth thy fludious mind, 
The biue-ey'd nymphs of yonder floods 
Shall meet and court thee to be kind 5 
And Fame fits lift'ning for thy lays 
To fwell her trump with Lucio's praife. 




, 7 4 ODES. 

Like me, the plover fondly tries 

To lure the fportfman from her neft, 

And fluttering on with anxious cries, 

Too plainly mews her tortur'd breaft } 

O let him, confcious of her care, 

Pity her pains, and learn to fpare. 36 


To be performed by Dr. Brettle, and a Chorus of 

Hales Owen Citizens. 'The inftrumental 

Part a VioLV Amour. 


AWAKE! I fay, awake, good people! 
And be for once alive and gay ; 
Come, let's be merry; ftir the tipple} 
How can you deep 
Whir It I do play ? How can you deep, &c. 5 


Pardon, O ! pardon, great Muiician ! 

On drowiy fouls fomepity take, 

For wondrous hard is our condition, 

To drink thy beer, 

Thy ltrains to hear; I0 

To drink, 

To hear, 

And keep awake I 


Hear but this (train — 'twas made by Handel, 

A wight of (kill and judgment deep ! 10 

Zoonters, they're gone— Sal, bring a candle 

No, here is one, and he's afleep. 


DR.— How could they go [.Soft mufic. 

Whillt I do play ? 

S A l.— How could they go ! \ttarlike mufic. 

How ihould they ltay ? zl 



A Ballad, alluding to a Story recorded of her when fhe 

<was Prifoner at IVoodJlock, 1554. 

"\X7ILL you hear how once repining 

Great Eliza captive lay, 
Each ambitious thought religning, 
Foe to riches, pomp, and l'way ? 

While the nymphs and fwains delighted 
Tripp'd around in all their pride, 
Envying joys by others flighted, 
Thus the royal maiden cry'd. 

" Bred on plains, or born in vallles, 
*' Who would bid thofe icenes adieu ? 
" Stranger to the arts of malice, 
" Who would ever courts purfue? 

" Malice never taught to treafure, 

" Cenfure never taught to bear j 

" Love is all the lhepherd's plealurej 

*' Love is all the damlel's care. 

" How can they of humble ftation 
f* Vainly blame the pow'rs above ? 
'* Or accufe the difpenfation 
" Which allows them all to love ? 

" Love, like air, is widely giv'n ; 
" Pow'r nor Chance can thefc reftrain ; 
" Truelf, nobleft, gifts of Heaven! 
*' Only puieft on the plain ! 





'« Peers can no fuch charms difcover, 25 

« All inltarsand garters dreft, 
«' As on Sundays does the lover 
" With his noiegayon his breaft. 

* ( Pinks and rofes in profufion, 

*' Said to fade when Chios' s near ; 3° 

«« Fops may ufe the lame alluhon, 

«« But the fhepherd is lincere. 

*' Hark to yonder milkmaid fmging 

«' Cheerly o'er the brimming pail, 

«' Cowflipsall around her Iprmging 35 

« Sweetly paint the golden vale. 

" Never yet did courtly maiden 

«' Move lb fprightly, look fo fair; 

" Never breaft with jewels laden 

«' Pour a fong i'o void of care. 4° 

" Would indulgent Heav'n had granted 

«* Me fome rural damfel's part ! 

" All the empire I had wanted 

" Then had been my fhepherd's heart. 

«< Then with him o'er hills and mountains, 45 

" Free from fetters, might I rove, 

<< Fearlefs tafte the cryftal fountains, 

" Peaceful lleep beneath the grove. 

" Ruftics liad been more forgiving, 

«< Partial to my virgin bloom ; 5° 

" None had envy'd me when living, 

« None had triumph'd o'er my tomb." 5 2 




Kerine Galatea! thymo mihi dulciop Hybls! 
Caudidior cygnia ! nedera formouor alba ! 

O Galatea! Nereus' blooming child, 
More fvveet than thyme by Hybla* bees exhal'd, 
Fairer tSmn lwans, more beauteous to behold 
Than ivy's pureft white. 

T^HE weftern iky was purpled o'er 
■*■ With ev'ry pleaiingray, 
And flocks reviving felt no more 
The lultry heats of day ; 

When from an hazel's artlefs bower 5 

Soft warbled Strephon's tongue j 

He blefs'd the i'cene, he blefs'd the hour, 

While Nancy's praife he lung. 

Let fops with fickle falfehood range 
The paths of wanton love, 10 

While weeping maids lament their change, 
And iadden ev'ry grove : 

But endlefs bleffings crown the day 

I faw fair Efliam's dale! 

And ev'ry bleffing find its way 1 5 

To Nancy of the Vale. 

' 'Twas from Avona's banks the maid 

' DitFus'd her lovely beams, 

' And ev'ry mining glance difplay'd 

' The Naiad of the ltreams. 20 

' Soft as the wild-duck's tender young, 

' That float on Avon's tide, 

' Bright as the water-lily, f'prung, 

' And glitt'ring near its fide : 

* Hybla, a mountain in Slci'y, famous for producing the (inert honey, 


" Frefh as the bord'ring flowers her blocm, 45 

" Her eye all mild to view ; 

" The little halcyon's azure plume 

" Was never half lb blue. 

" Her fhape was like the reed fo (leek, 

" So taper, flraight, and fair; 30 

" Her dimpled fmile, her blufhing cheek, 

" How charming fvveet they were! 

" Far in the winding vale retir'd, 

" This pecrlei's bud I found, 

" And fhadowing rocks and woods confpir'd 35 

M To fence her beauties round. 

" That Nature in fo lone a dell 

" Should form a nymph fo fweetl 

" Or Fortune to herfecret cell 

" Conducl my wand'ring feet ! 40 

«« Gay 

" But 

lordlings fought her for their bride, 
-- dul lhe would ne'er incline :" 
" Prove to your equals true," die cry'd, 
" As I will prove to mine. 

*? 'Tis Strephon, on the mountain's brow, 45 

" Has won my right good will ; 
«« To him I gave my plighted vow, 
" With him I'll climb the hill." 

(C Struck with her charms and gentle truth, 

*[ I clalp'd the conftant fair ; 50 

<■<■ To her alone I gave my youth, 

" And vow my future care. 

" And when this vow fhall faithlefs prove, 

" Or I thole charms forego, 

" The ftream that law our tender love, 

" That fheam fhall ccafe to flow." 56 



A BALLAD, 1737. 

-"PWAS in a land of learning, 

■*■ The Mule's fav'rite city, 
Such pranks of late 
Were play'd by a rat, 
As — tempt one to be witty. c 

All in a college ftudy, 

Where books were in great plenty, 

This rat would devour 

More lenfe in an hour 

Than I could write — in twenty. 10 

Corporeal food, 'tis granted, 

Serves vermin lefs relin'd, Sa- j 

But this a rat of tafte, 

All other rats furpals'd, 

And he prey'd on the food of the mind, Sir. 1 5 

His breakfaft half the morning 
He conftantly attended ; 
And when the bell rung 
For ev'ning fong 
His dinner fcarce was ended ! 


He fpar'd not ev'n heroics, 
On which we poets pride us, 
And would make no more 
Of King Arthurs* by the fcore 
Than — all the world befide does. 

In books of geography 
He made the maps to flutter j 
A river or a fea 
Was to him a difh of tea, 
And a kingdom bread and butter. 
* By Blackaiore. 



But if fome mawkifh potion 

Might chance to overdofe him, 

To check its rage 

He took a page 

Of logic — to compofe him— 35 

A Trap, in hafte and anger, 

Was brought, you need not doubt on't, 

Arid iuch was the gin, 

Were a lion once got in, 

He could not, I think, get out on't. 40 

With cheefe, not books, 'twas bated ; 

The fact — I'll not belie it — 

Since none — I tell you that — 

Whether lcholar or rat, 

Minds books when he has other diet. 4 5 

But more of Trap and bait, Sir, 

Why mould I iing, or either ? 

Since the rat, who knew the Height, 

Came in the dead of night, 

And dragg'd 'm away together. 50 

Both Trap and bait were vaniih'd 

Thro' a irafture in the flooring, 

Which tho' fo trim . 

It now may feern 

Had then — a dozen or more in. 55 

Then anfwer this, ye fages ! 

Nor deem I mean to wrong ye, 

Had 'die rat, which thus did feize on 

The Trap, iefs claim to realbn 

Than many afcull among ye ? 6o 

Dan Prior's Mice, I own it, 

Were vermine of condition ; 

But this rat, who merely learn'd 

What rats alone concern 'd, 

Was the greater politician. . 65 

J 79 




That England's topfyturvy 
Is clear from theie mi/haps, Sir; 
Since Traps, we may determine, 
Will no longer take our vermine, 
But vermine* take our Traps, Sir. 

Let fophs, by rats infefted, 
Then truft in cats to catch 'em, 
Left they grow as learn 'd as we 
In our ftudies, where, d'ye fee, 
No mortal fits to watch 'em 

Good luck betide our Captains, 
Good luck betide our cats, Sir, 
And grant that the one 
May quell the Spanifti Don, 
And the other deftroy our rats, Sir. 



Written about the Time of hit Execution, in the 
Tear 1745. 

r^OME liften to my mournful tale, 

Ye tender hearts and lovers dear ! 
Nor will you fcorn to heave a figh, 
Nor need you blufh to fhed a tear. 

And thou, dear Kitty ! peerlefs maid \ *■ 

Do thou a penfive ear incline, 
For thou canft weep at ev'ry wo, 
And pity ev'ry plaint-— but mine. 

Young Dawfdn was a gallant boy, 

A brighter never trod the plain, i 

And well he lov'd one charming maid, 

And dearly was he lov'd again. 

* Written* the time of the Spanilh depredatioas. 


One tender maid, fhe lov'd him dear ; 

Of gentle blood the damfel came ; 

And faultlefs was her beauteous form, 15 

And ipotlefs was her virgin fame. 

But curfe on party's hateful ftrife, 

That led the favour' d youth aftray, 

The day the rebel clans appear' d j 

O had he never ieen that day ! ao 

Their colours and their fafh he wore, 
And in the fatal dreis was found ; 
And now he muft that death endure 
Which o-ives the brave the keeneft wound. 

How pale was then his truelcve's cheek, 25 

When Jemmy's fentence reach'd her earl 
For never yet did Alpine ihows 
So pale or yet fo chill appear. 

With falt'rirg voice me, weeping, faid, 

" O Daw!on ! monarch of my heart! 3« 

«< Think net thy death fhall end our loves, 

" For thou and'l will never part. 

<< Yet might fweet mercy find a place, 

« And bring relief to Jemmy's woes, 

« O George"! without a pray 'r tor thee 35 

« My orii'ons mould never dole. 

«< The gracious prince that gave him life 

« Woutd crown a never-dying flame, 

" And ev'ry tender babe I bore 

" Should learn to iifp the giver's name. 4* 

« But tho' he iliould be dragg'd in fcom 

" To yonder ignominious tree, 

" He fhall not want cue conltant friend 

" To (hare the cruel Fates' decree." 




O ! then her mourning coach was call'd j 
The fledge mov'd flowly on before j 
Tho 1 borne in a triumphal car, 
She had not lov'd her fav'rite more. * 

She follow' d him, prepar'd to view 
The terrible behefts of law, 
And the laft lcene of Jemmy's woes 
With calm and ftedfalt eye ihefaw. 

Diftorted was that blooming face 

Which fhe had fondly lov'd fo lon°-, 

And ftifled was that tuneful breath 5 c 

Which in her praife had fweetly fung : 

And fever'd was that beauteous neck 

Round which her arms had fondly clos'd, 

And mangled was that beauteous breaft 

On which her lovefick head repos'd : g 

And ravifli'd was that conftant heart- 
She did to ev'ry heart prefer ; 
For tho' it could its king forget, 
'Twas true and loyal ftill to her. 

Amid thofe unrelenting flames 65 

She bore this conflant heart to fee, 

But when 'twas moulder'd into duft, 

•' Yet, yet," flic cry% « I follow thee, 

*« My death, my death alone can fliew 

•' The pure, the laft ing love I bore : 7 o 

" Accept, O Heav'n! of woes like ours, 

*' And let us, let us weep no more." 

The difmal fcene was o'er and paft, 

The lover's mournful hearfe retir'd ; 

The maid drew back her languid head, 75 

And, fighing forth his name, expir'd. 



Tho' juftice ever muft prevail, 

The tear my Kitty fheds is due, 

For feldom mall me hear a tale 

So lad, fo tender, yet fo true. 8 « 


Trahit fua quemque voJupras. HOR. 

Every one to his liking. 

FROM Lincoln to London rode forth our young fquire, 
Tobringdownawifewhom the fwains might admire; 
But in fpite of whatever the mortal could fay, 
The goddefs objefted the length of the way. 

To give up the op'ra, the Park, and the ball, 5 

For to view the ftag's horns in an old country hall 5 
To have neither China nor India to fee, 
Nor a laceman to plague in a morning — not ihe ! 

To forfake the dear pla'yhoufe, Quin, Garrick, and 

Who by dint of mere humour had kept her alive ; 1 o 
To forego the full box for his lonefome abode, 
O Heav'ns ! me fhould faint, (lie fhould die on the road 1 

To forget the gay fafhions and geftures of France, 
And to 3 leave dear Augufte in the midft of the dance, 
And Harlequin too ! — 'twas in vain to require it, 15 
And fhe wonder'd how folks had the face to defiie it. 

She might yield to refign the fvveet fingers of Ruckhclt, 
Where the citizen matron l'educes her cuckold; 
F.ut Ranelah foon would her footiteps recall, 1 9 

Andthemufic, the lamps, and the glare, ot Vauxhall. 

To be fare me could breathe no vi here elfe than in 

Town ; 

Thus (hetalk'dlike a wit. and he look'd like a clown; 
Jiut the while honeft Harry defpair'd to fucceed, 
A ci a -' ith a coronet trail'd her to Tweed. 24 



T TOLD my nymph, I told her true, 
■*■ My fields were lmall, my flocks were few, 
While falt'ring accents (poke my fear, 
That Flavia might not prove fincere ? 

Of crops deftroy'd by vernal cold, 5 

And vagrant fheep that left my fold 4 
Ot thele Jhe heard, yet bore to hear j 
And is not Flavia then fincere. 

How, chang'd by Fortune's fickle wind, 

The friends I lov'd became unkind ; 19 

She heard, and (hed a gen'rous tearj 

And is not Flavia then fincere ? 

How, if (he deign'd my love to blefs, 

My Flavia mult not hope for drefs ; 

This, too, (he heard, and fmil'd to hear ; 15 

And Flavia, fure, muft be fincere. 

Go (hear your flocks, ye jovial Swains ! 

Go reap the plenty of your plains ; 

Delpoifd of all which you revere, 

I know my Flavia's love fincere. 2© 


TJOW pleas'd within my native bow'rs j 

•*• ■*■ Erewhile I pafs'd the day ! 
Was ever fcene lb deck'd withflow'rs ? 
Were ever flow'rs fo gay ? 

How fweetly fmil'd the hill, the vale, 5 

And all the Landicape round ! 
The river gliding down the dale, 
The hill with beeches crown'd ! 

* The following Sengs were written chiefly between the year 173? 
and 17-iz, 


But now, when urg'd by tender woes, 
.1 fpeed to meet my dear, I ^ 

That hill and ftream my zeal oppofe, 
And check my fond career. 

No more, fince Daphne was my theme, 

Their wonted charms I fee; 

That verdant hill and filver ftream 

Divide my iove and me. 16 


r V7"E gentle Nymphs and gen'rous Dames 

That rule o'er ev'ry Britiih mind ! 
Be fiire you footh their am'rous flames, 
Be fure your laws are not unkind : 

For hard it is to wear their bloom 5 

In unremitting iighs away, 

To mourn the night's oppreflive gloom, 

And faintly blels the riling day. 

And cruel 'twere a freeborn fwain, 

A Britiih youth, fhould vainly moan, 1 o 

Who, fcornful of a tyrant's chain, 

Submits to your's, and your's alone. 

Nor pointed fpear, nor links of fteel, 

Could e'er thole gallant minds fubdue, 

Who Beauty's wounds with pleafurefeel, 

And boaft the fetters wrought by you. i5 


f O, tuneful Bird ! that gladd'ft the (hies, 
^^ To Daphne's window fpeed thy way, 
And there on quiv'ring pinions rife, 
And there thy vocal ait dil'play. 


And if me deign thy notes to hear, 3 

And if fhe praife thy matin fong, 
Tell her the founds that iboth her ear 
To Damon's native plains belong. 

Tell her, in livelier plumes array'd, 

The bird from Indian groves may mine ; jo 

But afk the lovely partial maid 

What are his notes compar'd to thine ! 

Then bid her treat yon' witlefs beau, 

And all his flaunting race, with fcorn, 

And lend and ear to Damon's wo, 

Who fings her praile, and fings forlorn. j6 


Ah! ego non aliter triftes evincere morbos 
Optarem, quam te fie quoque velle putem. 


Why ftiould I uifh to banifh fore difeafe, 
Unlefs returning health my Delia pleale '. 


^N ev'ry tree, in ev'ry plain, 
I trace the jovial fpring in vain j 
A fickly languor veils mine eyes, 
And fall my waning vigour flies. 

Nor flow'ry plain nor budding tree, 
That fmile on others, linile on me ; 
Mine eyes from death fhall court repofe, 
Nor Ihed a tear before they dole. 

What blifs to me can feafons bring ? 
Or what the needlefs pride of fpring ? 
The cypiefs bough, that mits the bier, 
Retains its verdure all the year. 

'Tis true, my vine, fo frefn and fair, 
Might claim awhile my wonted care; 
My rural (lore fome pieafure yield, 
So white a flock, fo s^rren a field ! 
R 3 



j86 songs and ballads* 

My friends, that each in kindnefs vie, 
Might well expecl: one parting figh ; 
Might well demand one tender tear ; 
For when was Damon infincere ? sa 

But ere I afk once more to view 

Yon' fetting fun his race renew, 

Inform me, Swains ! my Friends ! declare, 

"Will pitying Delia join the prayer r 14 


The Attribute of Venus. 

YES ; Fulvia is like Venus fair, 
Has all her bloom, and fhape, and air j 
But ftill, toperfecT: ev'ry grace, 
She wants— the fmile upon her face. 

The crown majeftic Juno wore, 5 

And Cynthia's brow the crefcent bore, 
An helmet mark'd Minerva's mien, 
Butfmiles diitinguiih'd Beauty's queen. 

Her train was form'd of Smiles and Loves j 

Her chariot drawn by gentle doves ; 10 

And from her zone the nymph may find 

*Tis Beauty's province to be kind. 

Then fmile, my Fair! and all, whofe aim 

Afpires to paint the Cyprian dame, 

Or bid her breathe in living ftone, 

Shall take their forms from you alone. 1 <j 

w ] 

SONG, 1742, 
'HEN bright Roxana treads the green 
In all the pride of drefs and mien, 
Averie to freedom, love, and play, 
The dazzling rival oi the day, 
None oLiici beauty (hikes mine eye, 
The lilies droop, the rofes die. 



But when, difclaimingart, the fair 
AITumes a loft engaging air, 
Mild as the op'ning mom of May, 
Familiar, friendly, free and gay, 
The fcene improves where'er fhe goes, 
More fweetlylmile the pink, and role. 

O lovely Maid ! propitious hear, 

Nor deem thy fhepherd infincere j 

Pity a wild illufive flame, 15 

That varies objecls (till the fame, 

And let their very changes prove 

The never- vary 'd force of love. 18 


IS faid that under diftant Ikies, 
Nor you the facl: deny, 
"What firft attracts an Indian's eyes 
Becomes his deity. 


Perhaps a lily or a rofe, 5 

That (hares the morning's ray, 
May to the waking fwain difclofe 
The regent of the day. 

Perhaps a plant in yonder grove, 

Enrich'd with fragrant pow'r, 10 

May tempt his vagrant eyes to rove 

Where blooms the fov'reignflow'r. 

Perch'd on the cedar's topmoft bough, 

And gay with gilded wings, 

Perchance, the patron ol his vow, 15 

Some aitlels linnet lings. 

The fwain furveys her pleas'd, afraid, 

Then low to earth he bends, 

And owns upon her friendly aid. 

His health, his life, depends. ao 


Vain futile idols, bird or flow'r, 

To tempt a irot'ry's pray'r ! 

How would his humble homage tow'r 
Should he behold my fair ! 

Yes — might the Pagan's waking eyes 25 

O'er Flavia's beauty range, 

He there would fix his lading choice, 

Ncr dare, nor wifli, to change. 28 

SONG, 1743. 

'T'HE fatal hours are wondrous near, 
"*■ That from thefe fountains bear my dear j 
A little fpace is giv'n ; in vain ; 
She robs my fight, and fhuns the plain. 

A little fpace for me to prove 5 

My boundlefs flame, my endlefs love ; 
And, like the train of vulgar hours, 
Invidious Time that fpace devours. 

Near yonder beach is Delia's way, 

On that I gaze the livelong day ; 10 • 

No eaftern monarch's dazzling pride 

Should draw my longing eyes aiide. 

The chief that knows of fuccours nigh, 

And fees his mangled legions die, 

Cads not a more -impatient glance 15 

To fee the loit'ring aids advance. 

Not more the fchoolbov, that expires 

Far from his native home, requires 

To fee ibme friend's familiar face, 

Or meet a parent's laft embrace *o 

.She comes — but, ah ! what crowds of beaus 
In radiant bands my fair enclofe ? 
Oh ! better had ft thou ftiunn'd the green j 
Oh, Delia ! better far u'nfeen. 



Methinksby all my tender fears, z * 

By all my lighs, by all my tears, 

I might from torture now be free — 

'Tis more than death to part from thee ! 28 

SONG, 1744. 

r F , HE lovely Delia fmiles again ! 
■*■ That killing frown has left her brow j 
Can me forgive my jealous pain, 
And give me back my angry vow ? 

Love is an April's doubtful day j e 

Awhile we lee the tempeit low'r, 
Anon the radiant heav';i lurvey, 
And quite forget the flitting ihow'r. 

The flow'rs, that hung their languid head, 

Are burnifh'd by the traniientrams; 10 

The vines their wonted tendrils ipread, 

And double verdure gilds the plains. 

The fprightly birds, that drcop'd no lefs 

B;neatli the pow'r of rain and wind, 

In ev'ry raptur'd note expreis 

The joy I teel — when thou art kind. 16 

SONG, 1744. 

pERH APS it is not love, faid I, 
■*■ That melts my foul when Flavia's nigh } 
Where wit and l'enl'e like her's agree, 
One may be pieas'd, and yet be free. 

The beauties of her polifh'd mind 5 

It needs no lover's eye to find ; 
The hermit freezing in his cell 
Might wiih the gentle Flavia well, 


It is not love — averfe to bear 

The fervile chain that lovers wear ; j© 

Let, let me all my fears remove, 

My doubts diipel — it is not love — ■ 

Oh ! when did wit fo brightly fhine 
In any form lefs fair than thine ? 

It is' it is love's fubtile fire, 

And under friendfhip lurks defire. 1 6 

SONG, 1744. 

O'ER defert plains, and rufhy meers, 
And wither'd heaths, I rove; 
"Where tree, nor fpire, nor cot, appears, 
I pais to meet my love. 

But tho' my path were damafk'd o'er 5 

With beauties e'er fo fine, 

My bufy thoughts would fly before 

To fix alone — on thine. 

No fir-crown'd hills could give delight, 

No palace pleafe mine eye; 10 

No pyramid's aerial height, 

Where mouid'ring monarch's lie. 

Unmov'd, mould Eaftem kings advance, 

Could I the pageant fee ? 

Splendour might catch one fcornful glance. 

Not ileal one thought from thee. 1 6 

SONG. WINTER, 1746. 

TVJO more, ye warbling Birds ! rejoice: 
■^ Of all that cheer'd the plain, 
Echo alone prelerves her voice, 
And flie — repeats my pain. 


Where'er my loveiick limbs I lay 5 

To fliun the rulhing wind, 
Its bufy murmur feems to fay, 
" She neverwill be kind!" 

The Naiads o'er their frozen urns 

In icy chains repine, IO 

And each in Allien filence mourns 

Her freedom loft, like mine ! 

Soon will the fun' s returning rays 

Thecheerlefs froft controul ; 

When will relenting Delia chafe 

The winter of my loul ? 16 


BY the fide of a grove, at the foot of a hill, 
Where whiiper'd the beech, and where murmur'd the 
I vow'd to the Mufes my time and my care, 
Since neither could win me the fmilcs of my fair. 4 

Free I rang'd like the birds, like the birds free I fung, 
And Delia's lov'd name fcarceefcap'dfrom my tongue j 
But if once a fmooth accent delighted my ear, 
I mould wilh, unawares, that my Delia might hear. 7 

With faireft ideas my bofom I ftor'd, 

Ailufive to none but the nymph I ador'd ; jo 

And the more I with ftudy my fancy refin'd, 

The deeper impreffion (he made on my mind. 

So long as of Nature the charms I purfue, 

I ftiil mull my Delia's dear image renew ; 

The Graces have yielded with Delia to rove, 

And the Mules arc ail in alliance with Love. i5 



" CEE, Daphne! fee," Florelio cry'd, 
" ^ And learn the fad effects of pride $ 
" Yon 1 ftielfer'd Rofe, how fafe conceal'd! 
" How quickly Wafted when reveal'd ! 

w The fun with warm attractive rays 5 

** Tempts it to wanton in the blaze j 
** A gale fucceeds from eaftern Ikies, 
*' And all its blufhing radiance dies. 

M So you, my Fair ! of charms divine, 

" Will quit the plains, too fond to mine 1© 

" Where Fame's tranfporting rays allure, 

" Tho' here more happy, more fecure. 

" The breath of fome neglecled maid 

•« Shall make you figh you left the fliade ; 

" A breath to beauty's bloom unkind, 1 - 

" As to the Rofe an eaftern wind." 

The nymph reply'd — " You firft, my Swain ! 

*' Confine your ibnnets to the plain j 

*« One envious tongue alike difarms 

" You of your wit, me cf my charms. 20 

" What is, unknown, the poet's fkill? 

«•' Or what, unheard, the tuneful thrill ? 

" What, unadmir'd, a charming mien? 

*« Or what the Rofe':. blufh unf'cen ? 


E Birds ! for whom I rear'd the grove, 



-*■ With melting lay lalute my love . 
My Daphne with your notes detain, 
Or I have rear'd my grove in vain. 


Ye flow'rs ! before her footSteps rife, 5 

Diiplay at once your brightest dyes, 
That Hie your op'ning charms may fee, 
Or what are all your charms to me ? 

Kind Zephyr ! bruSh each fragrant bow'r; 10 

And Shed its odours round my bow'r; 
Or never more, O gentle Wind ! 
Shall I from thee refreshment find. 

Ye Streams ! if e'er your banks I lov'd, 

If e'er your native founds improv'd, 

May each foft murmur footh my fair, j 3 

Or oh ! 'twill deepen ray defpair. 

And thou, my Grot ! whofe lonely bounds 

The melancholy pincfurrounds, 

May Daphne praife thy peaceful gloom, 

Or thou fhalt prove her Damon's tomb, 20 


Written in a ColleSiion of Bacchanalian Songs. 

ADIEU, ye jovial Youths! who join 
"^*- To plunge Old Care in floods of wine, 
And, as your dazzled eyeballs roll, 
Difcern him Struggling in the bowl. 

Nor yet his hope fo wholly flown, e 

Nor yet his thought fo tedious grown, 
But limpid Stream and Shady tree 
Retain, as yet, feme Sweets for me. 

And fee, thro' vender Silent grove, 
See, yender dees my Daphne rove ! 10 

With pride her footfteps I puriiie, 
And bid your frantic joys r.dieu. 



The fole confufion I admire 
Is th3t my Daphne's eyes infpire ; 
I (corn the madnefs you approve, 
And value reafon next to love. 1 6 


Imitated from the French. 

VTES, thefe are thefcenes wherewith Iris I ftray?d, 
A But (hort was her fway for fo lovely a maid ! 
In the bloom of her youth to a cloilter (he run, 
In the bloom of her graces too fair for a nun ! 
Ill-grounded, no doubt, a devotion mult prove, 5 

So fatal to beauty, fo killing to love! 

Yes, thefe are the meadows, the fhrubs, and the plains, 
Once the Ccene of my pleafures, the fcene of my pains, 
How many loft moments I (pent in this grove ! 
How fair was my nymph! and hov fervent my love! 
Be ft ill tho', my Heart! thine emotion give o'er ; 11 
Remember the feafon of love is no more. 

With her how I ftray'd amid fountains and bow'rs ! 
Or loiter'd behind, and collected the fiow'rs! 
Then breathlefs with ardour my fair one purlu'd, 1 5 
And tothink with what kindnefs my garland (he view'd ! 
But be ftill, my fond Heart ! this emotion give o'er ; 
Fain wouldftthou forget thourauft love her no more. iK 


TX/HEN bright Ophelia treads the green 
* * In all the pride of drefs and mien, 
Averfe to freedom, mirth and piny, 
The lofty rival of the day, 

Methinks to my enchanted eye 5 

The lilies droop, the roles die. 

But when, difdaining art, the fair 
Afiumes a foft engaging air, 


Mild as the cp'ning morn of May, 

A rid as the feather'd warbler gay, j o 

The i'cene improves where'er (he goes, 

More fweetly imiles the pink and roi'e. 

*'• O lovely maid ! propitious hear, 

*' Nor think thy Damon iniincere. 

" Pity my wild deluiive flame ; 15 

" Fortho' the flow'rs are kill the fame, 

" To me they languifh or improve, 

" And plainly tell me that I love." 18 


■vyHEN firft, Philander, firft T came 

* ^ Where Avon rolls his winding Itream, 
The nymphs — how brilk! the fwains — how gay ! 
To fee Aitevia, queen of May !— — - 
The parfons round her praifes fang ! 5 

The Iteeples with her praifes rung !— — 
I thought — no fight that e'er was feen 
'Could match the light of Barei's Green. 

But now, fnce old Eugenio dy'd — • 

The chief of poets, and the prick — 10 

Now, meaner bards in vain aipire 

To railc their voice, to turn their lyre ; 

Their lovely feaibn now is o'er : 

Thv notes, Flortlio, pleafe no more— 

Nor mere Algeria's froiles are feen— 

Adieu — the fweets of Barei's Greeen! — - 16 



HY o'er the verdant banks of ooze 
Does vender Halcyon iueed fo iaft? fav'rite calm, that will not laft. 

S 2 


The fun with azure paints the ikies, 5 

The ftream reflefts each flow'rylpray, 
And, frugal of her time, fhe flies 
To take her fill of love and play. 

See her when, rugged Boreas blows, 

Warm in ibme rocky cell remain; 10 

To i'eek for pleafure, well (he knows, 

Would only then enchance the pain. 

** Defcend," me cries, " thou hated (how'r, 

*' Deform my limpid waves to-day, 

'* For I have chofe a fairer hour 15 

*' To take my fill cf love and play S" 

You, too, my Silvia, fure will own 

Life's azure feafons fwiftly roll, 

And when our youth or health is flown, 

To think of love but fhocks the foul. ao 

Could Damon but deferve thy charms, 

As thou art Damon's only theme, 

He'd fly as quick to Delia's arms 

As yonder Halcyon flcims the ftream. 44 



"TXTHILE blooming fpringdefcendsfrom genial Ikies, 

By whole mild influence inilant wonders rife, 
From whole loft breath EJyfian beauties flow, 
The fweets of Hagley, or the pride of Stowe, 
Will Lyttleton the rural landlcape range, c 

Leave noify fame, and not regret the change ? 
Pieas'd will he tread the garden's early fcenes, 
And learn a moral from the riling greens ? 
There, warm'd alike by Sol's enlivening power, 
Thevveed, alpiring, emulates the flow' r ; 10 

The drooping flow'rj its fairer charms diipiay'd, 
Invites from grateful hands their gen'rous aid: 
Soon, if none check'd th' invafive foes defigns, 
The lively luftre of theie icenes declines ! 

'Tis thus the fpring of youth, the morn of life, 15 
Rears in cur minds the rival feeds of ltrife : 
Then paffion riots, reafon then contends, 
And on the conqueif. ev'ry bills depends: 
Life from the nice decifion takes it hue, 
And blefs'd tho>e judges who decide like you ! 20 

On worth like theirs mall ev'ry blifs attend, 
The world their fav'rite, and the world their friend. 

There are, who, blind to Thought's fatiguing ray, 
As Fortune gives examples, urge their way ; 
Not Virtue's foes, tho' they her paths decline, 25 

And fcarce her friends, tho' with her friends they join; 
In her's or Vice's calual road advance, 
Thoughtlefs, the finners or the faints of Chance ! 
Yet lome more nobly fcorn the vulgar voice, 
With judgment flx, with zeal puriue their choice, 30 
When ripen'd thought, whenrealbn, born to reign, 
Checks the wild tumults of the youthful vein ; 
While paffion's lawlefs tides, at their command, 
Glide thro' more meful tracks, and blefs the land. 

Happielt of theie is he whole matchkfs mind, 35 
Bv learning Ifrengthen'd, and by tafte refin'd, 
S 3 


In Virtue's caufe effay'd its earlieft pow'rs, 
Chofe Virtue's paths, and ftrew'd herpaths with flowers. 
The firft alarm'd, if Freedom waves her wings, 
The fittefl. to adorn each art me brings ; 40 

Lov'd by that prince whom ev'ry virtue fires, 
Prais'd by that bard whom ev'ry Mufe infpires j 
Blefs'd in the tuneful art, the focial flame ! 
In all that wins, in all that merits, fame ! 

'Twas youth' s perplexing ftage his doubts infpir"d, 
When great Alcides to a grove retir'd : 4.5 

Thro' the lone winding of a devious glade, 
Refign'd to thought, with ling'ring fteps he ftray'd, 
Blefs'd with a mind to tafte iincerer jovs, 
Arm'd with a heart each falie one to delpife. 5® 

Dubious he ftray'd, with v.av'ring thoughts pofleft, 
Alternate pailions ftruggling uhar'd his breaft 5 
The various arts which human cares divide, 
In deep attention all his mind employ'd ; 
Anxious, if Fame an equal blil's lecur'd, 55 

Or lilent Eafe with fofter charms allur'd. 
The lylvan choir, whole numbers fweetly flow'd, 
The fount that murmur'd, andthe flow'rs thatblow'd ; 
The filver flood that in meanders led 
His glitt'ringftreams along th' enliven'd mead ; 60 
The toothing breeze, and al) thole beauties join'd, 
"Which, whilft they pleal'c, effeminate the mind j 
In vain! while diftant, on a fummit rais'd, 
Th' imperial tow'rsof Fame attractive blaz'd. 

While thus he trac'd thro' Fancy's puzzling maze 
The fep'rate fwects of pkai'ure and of prah'e, 65 

Sudden the wind a fragrant gale convey 'd, 
And a new luftre gain'd upon the {hade: 
At once before his wond'ring eyes were feen 
Two female forms of more than mortal mien : 70 

Various their charms, and in their drefs and face 
Each feem'd to vie with fome peculiar grace. 
This, whofe attire lefs clogg'd with art appear'd, 

Gmple lweets ot innocence endear'd ; 
Her fprightly bloom, her quick fagacious eve, 75 

Shew'd native meat mi>:\l withmodefty : ' 


Her air diffus'd a mild yet awful ray, 
Severely fweet, and innocently gay ; 
Such the chafte image of the martial maid, 
In artlefs folds of virgin white array 'dj 80 

She let no borrow'd role her cheeks adorn, 
Her blufhing cheeks, that fham'd the purple morn: 
Her charms nor had nor wanted artful toils, 
Or ftudy'd geftures, orwell-praftis'd fmiles : 
She fcorn'd the toys which render beauty lefs ; 85 

She prov'd th' engaging chaftity of drefs j 
And while Are chofe in native charms to fhine, 
Ev'nthusfhe feem'd, nay, more than feem'd, divine. 
One modeft em'rald clafp'd the robe (he wore, 
And in her hand th' imperial fword (he bore. 90 

Sublime her height, majeftic was her pace, 
And match'd the awful honours of her face. 
Thefhrubs, theflow'rs, that deck'd the verdant ground, 
Seenvd, where fhe trod, with rifing luftre crown'd. 
Still her approach with ftronger influence warm'd ; 95 
She pleas'd while diftant, but when near flie charm'd. 
So ftrikes the gazers eye the filver gleam 
That, glitt'ring, quivers o'er a diftant ftream ; 
But from its banks we lee new beauties rife, 
And in its cryftal bolbm trace the ikies. ico 

With other charms the rival vifion glow'd, 
And from her drefs her tinfel beauties fiow'd. 
A flutt'ring robe her pamper'd fhape conceal'd, 
And feem'd to made the charms it beft reveal'd : 
Its form contriv'd her faulty fize to grace, 105 

Its hue to give frefti luftre to her face. 
Her plaited hair, difguis'd, with brilliants glar'd ; 
Her cheeks the ruby's neighb'ring luftre fhar'd; 
The gaudy topaz lent its gay fupplies, 
And ev'ry gem that ftrikes lei's curious eyes 5 no 

Expos'd herbreaft, with foreign fweets perhim'd, 
And round her brow a rofeate garland bloom'd. 
Softfmiling, blufhing, lips conceal'd her wiles, 
Yet, ah! the blumes artful as the fmiles. 
Off gazing on her made, th' enraptui 'd fair 115 

Decreed the fubftance well deierv'd her care j 


Her thoughts, toothers' charms malignly blind, 
Centred in that, and were to that confm'd ; 
And if on others' eyes a glance were thrown, 
'Twas but to watch the influence of her own : 120 

Much like her guardian, fair Cythera's queen, 
"When for her warriour (he refines her mien ; 
Or when, to blefs herDelian fav'rite's arm-, 
The radiant fair invigorates her charms : 
Much like her pupil, Egypt's fportive dame, 125 

Her drefs exprefiive, and her air the fame, 
When her gay bark o'er filver Cy.inos rolfd, 
And all th' emblazon'd dreamers wav'd in ooid. 
Such fhone the vifion, nor forbore to move 
The fond contagious airs of lawlefs lovej 130 

Each wanton eye deluding glances fir'd, 
And am'rous dimples on each check confpir'd. 
Lifelefs her gait, and ilow; with feeming pain 
She dragg'd her loitering limbs along the plain, 
Yet made lb me faint efforts, and ririt aporoach'd 
the fwam. 133 

So glaring draughts, with tawdry luftre bright, 
Spring to the view, and rufli upon the j 
More flowly charms a Raphael's chailer air, 
Waits the calm fearch, and pays the learcher's care. 

Wrapp'd in a pleas'd fufpenle, the youth furvey'd 
The various charms of each attractive maid : 14.1 

Alternate each he view'd, and each admir'd, 
And found, alternate, varying flames infpir'd : 
Quick o'er their forms his eyes with pleafure ran. 
When fhe, who firlt approach'd him, firft began. T45 
" Hither, dear boy, direft thy wand'ring eyes j 
" 'Tis here the lovely Vale of Pleafure lies: 
" Debate no more, to me thy life reiign ; 
*' Each fweet which Nature can diffuie is mine : 
" For me the nymph diverfifies her pow'r, 1 50 

'* Springs in a tree, orbloffoms in a rlow'r j 
" To pleafe my ear file tunes the linnet's drains ; 
" To pleafe my eye with lilies paints the plains ; 
f To form my couch in mofl'y beds /he grows; 
" To gratify my fmell perfumes the role j 155 



<l Reveals the fair, the fertile i'cene you fee, 
" And fwells the vegetable world for me. 

" Let the gull'd fool the toils of war purfue, 
'.' Where bleed the many to enrich the few : [prire ; 
" Where Chance from Courage claims the boafted 
" Where, tho' lhe give 3 your country oft' denies. 161 
" Induftrious thou lhalt Cupid's wars maintain, 
" And ever gently fight his foft campaign ; 
*' His darts alone malt wield, his wounds endure, 
*' Yet only fuifer to enjoy the cure. 165 

" Yield but to me — a choir of nymphs fhall rife, 
" And fire thy breall, and blels thy ravilh'd eyes : 
'* Their beauteous cheeks a fairer role mail wear, 
" AbrighLer iily on their necks appear ; 1 69 

" Where fondly thou thy favour'd head fhall reft, 
' Soft as the down that ivvells the cygnet's neit ; 
" While Philomel in each foft voice complains, 
*' And gently lulls thee with mellifluous ftrains ; 
'* Whillt with each accent fweeteft odours flow, 
*' And fpicy gums round ev'ry bofom glow. 175 

" Not thelam'd bird Arabian chines admire 
u Shall in fuch luxury of fweets expire. 
" At Sloth let War's vi&orious fons exclaim, 
tl In vain ! for Pleafure is my real name : 
'* Nor envy thou the heads with bays o'ergrown; 1S0 
" No, feek thou rofes to adorn thy own ; 
" For well each cp'ning fcene that claims my care 
11 Suits and delervesthe beauteous crown I wear. 

" Let others prune the vine ; the genial bowl 
*' Shall crown thy table and enlarge thy foul. 185 

" Let vulgar hands explore the brilliant mine, 
" So the gay produce glitter lUli on thine. 
" Indulgent Bacchus leads his lab'ring tree, 
" And, guarding, gives its cluft'ring fweets to me. 
tc For my lov'd train Apollo's piercing beam 190 

*? Darts thro' the paflive globe, and frames the gem. 
" See in my cauie conlenting gods employ "d, 
" Nor flight thefe gods, their bleffings unenjoy'd. 
" For thee the poplar lhall its amber drain ; 
" For thee, in clouded beauty, fpring the cane j 195 


'* Some coftly tribute ev'ry clime (hall pay, 

" Some charming treafure ev'ry windconvey; 

" Each objeft round lome pleating fcene (hull yield, 

f Art build thy dome, while Nature decks thy field : 

ff Of Corinth's Order mall the ftru6bare riic, zco 

" The fpiring turrets glitter thro' the (kies ; 

<( Thy coftly robe fliall glow with Tyrian i 

" Thy vale (hall fparkle, and thy car (hall blaze; 

t( Yet thou, whatever pomp the fun difplay, 

f* Shalt own the am'rcus night exceeds the day- 205 

' " When mdting flutes and fweetly-founding lyres 

«* Wake the gay Loves, and cite the young Denies; 

" Or rath' Ionian dance lome fav'rite maid 

'* Improves the flame her iparkling eyes crnvey'd; 

«' Think, canft thou quit a glowing Delia's arms 210 

" To feed on Virtue's vifioriary charms ! 

(i Or flight the joys which wit and youth engage 

" For the faint honour of a frozen Cage? 

{' To rind dull envy ev'n that hope deface, 214 

f* And, where you toil'd for glory, reap dilgrace? 

" O! think that beauty waits on thy decree, 
t l And thy lov'd lovelielt charmer pleads with me, 
** She whole loft l'mile or gentler glance to move, 
" You vow'd the wild extremities ^r love ; 
f* In whole endearments years like moments Slew ; 220 
" For whole endearments millions feem'd t tew; 
" She, (lie implores ; (he bids thee feize the prime, 
" And tiead with heY the flow'ry tracks of time, 
." Nor thus her lovely bloom oi' life bellow 
f ' On fome cold lover or infulting toe. 2:5 

" Think, if againlt that tongue thou canft rebel, 
" Where love yet dwelt, and reafon feem'd to dwell, 
" What ftrong perfuafion arms her fofterfighs ! 
*'« What full conviction fparkles in her eyes ! 

" See Nature fmiles, and birds falute the (hade, 130 
M Where breathing jaimine fcreens the (le ep .id; 

?« And fuch her charms, as to the vain may prove 
f* Ambition leeks more humble joys than Love ! 
f< There bufy toil (liall ne'er invade thy reign, 
if Nor fcieuces perplex thy laboring brain, 235 


" Or none but what with equal fvveets invite, 
" Nor ether arts but to prolong delight. 
*« Sometimes thy fancy prune her tender wing, 
" To praife a pendant, or to grace a ring; 
" To fix the chefs that fuits each varying mien ; 240 
<< To fhew where beft the cluft'ring gems are leen ; 
<< To figbfoft itrains along the vocal grove, 
«< And tell the charms, the fweet effects, of love ! 
« Nor fear to find a cov difdainful Mule, 
<< Nor think the Sifters will their aid refufe : 245 

*■ Cool^cts, and tinkling rills, or fiknt (hades, 
*' Softfcenes of leiiure, iuit th' haimcnious maids ; 
» And all the wile and all the grave decree 
<« Some of that facred train ally'd to me. 

" But if more fpecious eafe thy wifhes claim, 250 
" And thy breaft glow with faint defire of fame, 
<< Some loiter fcience fiiail thy thoughts amufe, 
«« And learning's name a folemn found diffuie, 
" To thee all Nature's curious ftores I'll bring, 
t( Explain the beauties of an ini'ecl's wing ; 255 

" The plant which Nature, lefsdiffufely kind, 
<< Has to few climes with partial care confin'd ; 
" The fliell fhe fcatters with more careleis air, 
«* Ar.d in her frolicks feems fupremeiy fair ; 
«•' T he worth that dazzles in the tulip's ftains, 2C9 
< c Or lurks beneath a pebble's various veins. 

" Sleep's downy god, averie to war's alarms, 
« Shall o'erthy head difFufe his fofteft charms, 
" Ere anxious V. le aflail, 

•< Or care, my molt deftru&ive fee, ; -' 5 

*' The wat'rv'nvmph;, fliall tune the vocal vales, 
«« Ann gentle zephyrs harmonize their gales, 
" For tny repofc mfcrm, with rival joy, 
" Their ftreams to murmur, and their winds to Ugh. 
" Thus (halt thou fpendthe fweetly- flowing day, 270 
" Till, loft in biifs, thou breathe thy foul away 5 
" Till (he t' EI5 I 'rs of joy repair, 

«« Nor find mv charming fcenes exceeded there." 

She ceuiM ;' and on a lily 'd bankrecIir.V, 
Her flowing lobe wavM v/acton >' ith the wir.d ; 275 


One tender hand her drooping head fuflains, 
One points expreflive to the flow'ry plains. 
Soon the fond youth perceiv'd her influence roll 
Deep in his breaft, to melt his manly foul ; 
As when Favonius joins the folar blaze, 28a 

And each fair fabric of the froit decays, 
Soon to his breaft the foft harangue convey'd 
Refolves too partial to the fpecious maid. 
Hefigh'd, he gaz'd, fo fweetly fmil'd the dame, 
Yet tighing, gazing, feem'd to fcorn his flame, 2S5 
And oft' as Virtue caught his wand'ring eye, 
A crimfon blufh condcmn'd the riling figh. 
'Twas mch the ling'ring Trojan's fhame betray 'd 
When Maia's fon the frown of Jove difplay'd ; 
When wealth, fame, empire, could no balance prove 
For the foft reign of Dido and of love. 291 

Thus ill with arduous glory love confpires, 
Soft tender flames with bold impetuous fires ! 

Seme hov'ring doubts his anxious boibm mov'd, 
And Virtue, zealous fair! thofe doubts improv'd. 295 
" Fly, fly, fond youth! the too indulgent maid/ 
Nor err, by fuch fantaftic fcenes betrayed. 
The' in my path the rugged thorn be lesn, 
And the dry turf dilcloie'a fainter green ; 
" Tho' no gay rofe or flow'ry produft fhine, 300 

" The barren furface (till conceals the mine. 
" Each thorn that threatens, ev'n the weed that grows 
" In Virtue's path, fuperiour fweets beftows — 
<£ Yet lhould tho.'e boafted fpecious toys allure, 304. 
" Whence could fond Sloth the flatt'ring gifts procure 2 
" The various wealth that tempts thy fond defire, 
" 'Tis I alone, her greateft foe, acquire. 
" I from old Ocean rob the tie .ore; 

" I thro' each region latent gems explore : 
" 'Twas I the rugged brilliant firft reveal'd, 31a 

'• By num'rous lhatadeep in earth conceai'd; 
" 'Tis I the furface yet refine, and (how 
" The modelr gem's intrinfic < ; to glow; 

" Nor fwells the grap . pires its ft le tree, 

** Without th try. 





" But grant we Sloth the fcene herfelf has drawn, 
" The moffy grotto and the flow'ry lawn j 
" Let Philomela tune th' harmonious gale, 
" And with each breeze eternal Iweets exhale j 
«• Let gay Pomona ilight the plains around, 320 

" And chufe, for fairefl fruits, the favour'd ground ; 
*' To blefs the fertile vale mould Virtue ceafe, 
" Nor moffy grots nor flow'ry lawns could pleafe, 
" Nor gay Pomona's lufcious gifts avail, 
" The found harmonious, or the fpicy gale. 325 

" Seed thou yon' rocks in dreadful pomp arife, 
" Whole rugged cliffs deform th' encircling ikies ? 
" Thole fields, when Phoebus all the moiliure drains, 
" And, too profufely fond, difrobes the plains ? 
" When I vouchfafe to tread the barren foil, 330 

" Thofe rocks feem lovely, and thofedeferts fmile : 
" The form thou view'it to ev'ry fcene with eaie 
" Transfers its charms, and ev'iy fcene can pleafe. 
" When I have on thofe pathleis wilds appear'd, 
" And the lone wand'rer with my prefence cheer'd, 
" Thofe cliffs the exile has with pleafure view'd, 336 
" And call'd that delert blifsful Solitude ! 

" Nor I alone to fuch extend my care, 
" Fair blooming Health furveys her altars there ; 
" Brown Exerciiewill lead thee where fhe reigns, 340 

And with reflected luftre gild the plains : 

With her, in flow'r of youth and beauty's pride, 

Her offspring, calm Content and Peace, refide 5 

One ready off 'ring tints each neighb'nng fllrine, 
" And all obey their laws who pradf ife mine. 34.5 

" But Health averle, from Sloth's fmooth region 
" And in her abfence Pleafure droops and dies; [flies, 
" Her bright companions, Mirth, Delight, Repofe, 
" Smile where fhe fmiles, and ficken when fhe goes: 
" A galaxy of pow'rs ! whole forms appear . 350 

" For ever beauteous, and for ever near. 

" Nor will foft Sleep to Sloth's requeft incline, 
" He from her couches flies unbid to mine. 

" Vain is the fparkling bow], the warbling flrain, 
il Th' incentive long, th' laboui'd viand vain ! 353 



« Where (he, relentlefs, reigns without controulj 

« And checks each gay exeurfionof the foul; 

♦ < Unmov'd tho' Beauty, dcck'd in all its charms, 

<< Grace the rich couch, and fpread the fcfteft arms ; 

" Till joylefs indolence fuggelts defires, 360 

« Or drugs are (ought to furnifh languid fires 5 

" Such languid fires as on the vitals prey, 

« Barren of blils, but fertile of decay: 

« As artful heats, apply'd to thirfty lands, 

" Produce no flow'rs, and but debate the fands. 365 

" But let fair Health her cheering fmiles impart ! 
« How fweet is Nature, how fuperfluous Art! 
" 'Tis (he the fountain's ready draught commends, 
" And fmooths the flinty couch which Fortune lends ; 
" And when my hero from his toils retires* 370 

" Fills his gay bofom with unul'ual fires, 
" And while no checks th' unbounded joy reprove, 
'* Aids and refines the genuine iweets of love. 
« His faireit profpeft raing trophies frame, 
" His fweeteft mulic is the voice of Fame ; 375 

'* Pleafures to Sloth unknown ! (he never found 
" How fair the prolpe&, or how fweet the found. 

" See Fame's gay (tructure from yon' fummit charms, 
" And fires the manly breaft to arts or arms : 
« Nor dread the fteep alien t by which you rile 380 
" From erov'lling vales to tow 'rs which reach the Qries. 

" Love, fame, efteem, 'tis labour mull acquire, 
« The fmiling offspring of a rigid lire! 
" To fix the friend your fervice muft be mown ; 
« All ere they lov'd your merit lov'd their own ; 385 
" That.wond'ring Greece your portrait may admire, 
« That tuneful bards may llring for you their lyre, 
" That books may praiie, or coins record your name* 
«« Such, fu ch rewards 'tis toil alone can claim! 
" And the fame column which difpiays to view 390 
« The cenqu'ror's name, difplays the conqueft tco. 

" 'Twas flow Experience, tedious miftrefs ! taught 
<< All that e'er nobly i'poke or bravely fought : 
«< 'Twas (he the patriot, (he the bard, refua'd 
" In arts that leive, proteft, 01 pleale, mankiEd* -.?;. 



?? Not the vain vifions of inactive fchools, 
" Not Fancy's maxims, nor Opinion's rules, 
" E'er ibrm'd the man whole gen'rous warmth extends 
" T' enrich his country or to lerve his friends. 
(' On aflive worth the laurel War bellows ; 401 

"' Peace rears her olive for indultrious brows ; 
" Nor earth, uncultur'd, yields its kind iupplies, 
" Nor heav'n its /how'rs without a i'acntice. 

" See, far below fuch grov'lling fceneg of fliame 
f £ As lujl to reft Ignavia's flumb'ring dame-j ^05 

tf Her friends, from all the toils of Fame fecure, 
'* Alas ! inglorious, greater toils endurej 
" Doom'd ail to mourn who in hercaule engage, 
" A youth enervate, and a painful age ; 
" A fickley fapleis mafs if keafon flies, 410 

" And if me linger impotent Jy wife ! 

A thoughtleis train, who, pamper'd, fleek, and gay, 
" Invite old age, and revel youth away ; 
" From life's frefh vigour move the load of care, 
f And idly place it where they leaft can bear ; 41 5 
*' When to the mind, difeas'd, for aid they fly, 
*' What kind reflection Ihall the mind fupply ? 
" "When with loll health, what fhould the lot's allay, 
" P^ace, peace is loft ; a comfortleft decay ! 
" But to my friends, when youth, when plcafure, flies, 
" And earth's dim beauties fade before theireyes, 421 
" Thro' death's dark yifta flow'ry tracks are lecn, 
*' Elyfian plains, and groves lor ever green : 


palt it: 

" As wither'd roles yield a late perfume. 

" Serene, and late horn pailion's ftormy rage, 

" How calm they glide into the port of Age ! 

f Of the rude voyage left depriv'd than eas'd ; 430 

" Moretir'd than pain'd, and weaken 'd than difeas'dj 

" For health on age 'tis temp'rance muft bellow, 

" And peace from piety alone can flow, 

*' And ail the incenl'e bounteous Jove requires 

*' Has fweets from him who feeds the facred fires. 435 

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«« Sloth views the tow'rs of Fame with envious eyes, 
« Delirous ftili, ftill impotent to rife. 
" Oft', when refolv'd to gain thofe blifsful tow'rs, 
« Thepenfive queen the direafcent explores, 
«« Comes onward, wafted by the balmy trees, 443 
<< Some fylvan muiic, or fome fcented breeze ; 
« She turns her head, her own gay realm (lie fpies, 
<< And all the fhort-liv'd refolution dies. 
<< Thus fome fond infecl's falt'ring pinions wave, 
<' Clafp'd in its fav'rite fweets, a tailing flave ; 4-45 
<' And thus in vain thefe charming virions pleafe 
« The wretch of glory and the flave of eafe, 
t< Doom'd ever in ignobie ftate to pine, 
i- Boafther ownfcenes, and languilh alter mine. 449 
« But fhun her lhares ; nor let the world exclaim, 
t( Thy birch, which was thy glory, proy'clthy flame. 
<< With early hope thine infant actions fir'd, 
« Lee manhood crown what infancy infpir'd ; 
«< Let o-en'rous toils reward with health thy days, 
€c Prolong thy prime, and eternize thy praife. 455 
*< The bold exploit that charms th' attefting age, 
« To lateft times lhali gen rous hearts engage ; 
« And with that myrtle fliall thy ftirine be crown'd, 
«< With which alive thy graceful brows were bound, 
«< Till Time mail bid thy virtues freely bloom, 4<>o 
«< And rail'e a temple where it found a tomb. 

" Then in their feaftsthy name ihall Grecians join, 
" Shall pour the fparkling juice to Jove's and thine : 
" Thine, us'd in war, fliaU raue their native lire; 

* Thine, us'd in peace, their mutual faith inl'pire. 465 
1 Dulnefs, perhaps, thro' want of fight, may blame, 

• And Spleen, with odious induftry, defame j 
1 And that the honours giv'n with wonder view, 

" And this in fecret fadnefs own them due. 

«« Contempt and Envy were by fate deiign'd 47° 

*' The rival tvrants which divide mankind; 

" Contempt, which none but who deienre can bear, v 

«' While Envy's wounds the {miles of Fame repair : 

« For know, the gen'ious thine exploits (hall fire, 

« Thine ev'ry friend it iuits thee to require j 475 





*•' Lov 'd by the gods, and, till their feats I fliow, 
" Lov'd by the good, their images below." 

" Ceafe, lovely Maid ! fair daughter of the Skies! 
" My guide! my queen'.'- th' eftatic youth replies : 
(f In thee I trace a form deiign'd tor fway, 480 

f Which chiefs may court, and kings with pride obey ; 
" And by thy bright immortal friends 1 lwear, 
" Thy fair idea iiiall no toils impair. 
*i Lead me, O lead me! where whole holts of foes 
*\ Thy form depreciate, and thy friends oppofe. 4S5 
" Welcome ail toils th' unequal Fates decree, 

While toils endear thy faithful charge tc thee. 

Such be my cares to bind th' oppreflive hand, 

And cruih the fetters of an injur'd land ; 

To fee the monfter's noxious lite refign'd, 490 

And tyrant's quell'd, the monfters of mankind ! 

Nature (hall fmile to view the vanquihYd brood, 
" And none but Envy riot uniubdu'd. 
" In cloiittr'd ftate let felfifli fages dwell, 
" Prottd that their heart is narrow as their cell! 495 
" And boait their mazy labyrinth of rules, 
" Far lei's the friends of Virtue tharl the tools; 
" Yet fuch in vain thy fav'ring fmiles pretend, 
*' For he is thine who proves his country's friend. 
'* Thus when my life, well-fpent, the good enjoy, 500 
'* And the mean envious labour todeftroy; 
" When lfrongly lur'd by Fame's contiguous fhrine, 
*' 1 yet devote my choicer vows to thine ; 
" If all my toils thy promis'd favour claim, 
" O lead thy fav'rite thro' the gates of Fame'.'' 505 

He ceas'd his vows, and, with difdainful air, 
Ke turn'd to blaft the Jate exulting fair: 
Eur vaniuYd, fled to fome more friendly fhore, 
The ccnicious phantom's beauty pleas'd no more ; 
Convinc'd her ipurious charms of drefs and face, 510 
Claim'd a quick conqueil or a fure dil'grace. 
Fantaftic Pow'r! whole transient charms aliur'd, 
While Erroui's miff the reas'ning mind obfcur'd ; 
Not fuch the vicli'refs, Virtue's conffant queen 
Eodur'd the belt of truth, and dar'd be leer. ; 515 

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Her brightening form anJ features feem'd to own 
"Twas all her wifh, her int'reft to be known ; 
And when his longing view the fair declm'd, 
Left a full image of her charms behind. 

Thus reigns the moon, with furtive fplendour 
crown'd, 520 

While glooms opprefs us, and thick ftiades furround ; 
But let the fource of light its beams difplay, 
Languid and faint the mimic flames decay, 
And all the fick'ning fplendour fades away. 524 

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A Poem to the Temper and Studies of the Author ; 

and h<wo great a Misfortune it is for a Man of 

fmall Eflate to have much Tafte.^ 


pERHAPS fome cloud eclips'd the day, 
-*■ When thus I tun'd my penfive lay. 

The fhip is iaunch'd — we catch the gale— 

On life's extended ocean fail : 

For happinefs our courfe we bend, 5 

Our ardent cry, our general end ! 

Yet, ah ! the Ictnes which tempt our care 

Are, like the forms dilpers'd in air, 

Still dancing near diforder'd eyes, 

And weakeft his who beft defcries!" IO 

Yet let me not my birthright barter, 
(Forwifhing is the poet's charter; 
All bards have leave to wifh what's wanted, 
Tho' few e'er found their wifhes granted j 
Extenfive field ! where poets pride them i_j 

In ringing all that is deny'd them.) 

For humble eafe, ye Pow'rs ! I pray ; 
That plain warm fuit for ev'ry day, 
And pleafure, and brocade, bellow, 
To flaunt it — once a month or fo. 
The firft for conflant wear we want ; 
The firft, ye Pow'rs ! for ever grant j 
But conftantwear the laft befpatters, 
And turns the tiffueinto tatters. 

Where'e'er my vagrant courfe I bend, 25 

Let me fecure one faithful friend. 
Let me, in public fcenes, requeft 
A friend of wit and tafte, well dreft ; 
And if I mud not hope fuch favour, 
A friend of wit and tafte however. 3c 



Alas ! that wifdom ever fhuns 
To congregate her fcatter'd fens, 
Whole nervous forces, well combin'd, 
Would win the field, and fway mankind. 
The fool will iqueeze, from morn to night, 35 

To fix his lollies full in light j 
The note hefrrikes, the plume he (hows, 
Attrail whole flights of fops and beaus, 
And kindred-tools, who ne'er had known him, 40 
Flock at the fight, carets, and own him j 
But ill-ftar'd Senie, not gav nor loud, 
Steals foft on tiptoe thro' the crowd ; 
Conveys his meagre form between, 
And Hides, like pervious air, unfeen j 
Contrails his known tenuity, 45 

As tho' 'twere ev'n a crime to be ; 
Nor ev'n permits his eyes to ftray, 
And win acquaintance in their way. 

In company, fo mean his air, 
You fcarce are confeious he is there, 50 

Till from fome nook, like lharpen'd fteelj, 

Occurs his face's thin profile, 

Still feeming from the gazer's eye, 

Like Venus newly bath'd, to fly: 

Yet while reluftant he difplays 55 

His real gems beioie the blaze, 

The fool hath, in its centre, plac'd 

His tawdry ifock of painted parte. 

Difus'd to lpeak, he tries his null, 

Speaks coldy, and lucceeds but ill; 60 

His penfive manner dulnefs deem'd, 

His modefty reierve efteem'd ; 

His wit unknown, his vain. 

He wins not one of all the train : 

Av.d tho:"e who, mutually known, £5 

In friendship's faireft Hit had (hown, 

Le!s prone than pebbles to unite, 

Retire to (hades from public light, 

Grew lavage, quit their locial nature, 

And Ihivc^tcltudvmutual fatire. 70 


But friends and fav'ntes, to chagrin them, 
Find counties, countries, leas, between them j 
Meet once a-year, then part, and then 
Retiring, wifli to meet again. 

Sick of the thought, let me provide 75 

Some human form to grace my fide : 
At hand, where'er I ihape my courfe, 
Anufeful, pliant, ftalking-horfe. 

No gelture free from fome grimace, 
No learn without its Ihare of lace, 80 

But, mark'd with gold or filver either, 
Hint where his coat was piec'd together. 
His legs be iengthen'd, I adviie, 
Andltockings ioll'd abridge his thighs. 
What tho' Vandyck had other rules ? 85 

What had Vandyck to do with fools ? 
Be nothing wanting but his mind $ 
Before a lblitaire, behind 
A twiftect ribband, like the track 
Which Nature gives an afs's back. 90 

Silent as midnight ! pity 'twere, 
His wildom's ilender wealtn to lhare ! 
And whillt in flocks our fancies (tray, 
To wilh the poor man's lamb away. 

This form attracting ev'ry eye, oc 

I ftroll all unregarded by : 
This wards the jokes of ev'ry kind, 
As an umbrella fun or wind ; 
Or, like a fpunge, abforbs the fallies 
And peftilential fumes of malice j xoo 

Or, like a fplendid fhield, is fit 
To fcreen the Templar's random wit ; 
Or, what fome gentler cit lets fall, 
As wooipacks quaih the leaden ball. 

Allulions thele of weaker force, 10 e 

And apter ftill the ftalking-horfe. 

O let me wonder all unleen 
Beneath the ianftionof his mien ! 


As lilies foft, as roles fair! 

Empty as airpumps drain'd of air ! I iO 

With fteady eye and pace remark 
The fpeckled flock that haunts the Park ;f 
Level my pen with wondrous heed 
At follies, flocking there to feed j 
And as my fatire burns amain, 115 

See feather'd fopp'ry drew the plain. 

But when I leek my rural grove, 
And fhare the peaceful haunts I love, 
Let none of this unhallow'd train 
My fweet fequefter'd paths profane. J?3 

' Oft' may feme polifh'd virtuous friend 
To thefefoft -winding vales del'ctnd, 
And love with me inglorious things, 
And fcorn with me the pomp of kings ; 
And check me when my boi'om burns 125 

For ftatues, paintings, coins, and urns : 
For I in Damon's pray'r could join, 
And Damon's wifli might now be mine — 
But all difpers'd ! thewifh, the pray'r, 
Are driv'n to mix with common air. 1 39 


HOW happy once was Damon's lot, 
While yet romantic fchemes were not, 
Ere yet he fent his weakly eyes 
To plan trail caftles in the Ikies ! 
Forfaking pleasures cheap and common, 
To court a blaze, ftill flitting from one. . 

Ah ! happy Damon ! thrice and more, 
Had Taile ne'er touch'd thy tranquil more. 

Oh days ! when to a girdle ty'd 
The couples gingled at his fide, 
And Damon lwore he would not barter 
The iportlman's girdle for a garter. 

* St. James's. 


Whoever came to kill an hour, 
Found eafy Damon in their pow'r, 
Pure focial Nature all his guide ; 
" Damon had not a grain of pride." 

He wifti'd not to allude the ihares 
Which Knav'ry plans, and Craft prepares, 
But rather wealth to crown their wiles, 
And win their univerial imiles : 
I For who are cheerful, who at eafe, 
But they who cheat us as they pleafe ? 

He wink'd at many a grol's defign 
The new-fall'n calf might countermine : 
Thus ev'ry fool allow'd his merit; 
" Yes ; Damon had a gen'rous fpirit." 

A coxcomb's jell, however vile, 
Was fure, at lealt, of Damon's Imile ; 
That coxcomb ne'er deny'd him fenfe ; 
For why ? it prov'd his own pretence : 
All own'd, were modefty away, 
Damon could mine as much as they. 

When wine and folly came in ieafonj 
Damon ne'er ftrove to fave his reafoii j 
, Obnoxious to the mad uproar, 
A ipy upon a hoftile ihore ! 
'Twasthis his company endear'd ; 
Mirth never came till he appear'd. 
His lodgings — ev'ry draw'r could /how 'em; 
'i he Have was kick'd who did not knovr "em. 40 

Thus Damon, lludious of his eafe, 
And pleating ail whom mirth could pleafe, 
Defy'd the world, like idle Colley, 
To ihew a fofter word than foliy. 

Since Wifdom's gorgon Jlueld was known ac 

1 o llare the gazer into Hone, 
He chofe to trurt in Folly's charm, 
To keep his breaft alive and warm. 

At length grave Learning's fober train 
Remark'd the trHkr with dudain ; > Q 

The ions of Talte contemn'd his ways, 
A.r.d rank'd him with the brutes that graze, 


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While they to nobler heights al'pir'd, 
And grew belov'd, efteem'd, adniir'd. 

Hence with our youth, not void of fpirit, $$ 

His old companions loft their merit, 
And ev'ry kind well-natur'd lot 
Seem'd a dull play without a plot, 
Where ev'ry yawning gueft agrees _ 
The willing creature ftrives to pleale s 60 

But temper never could amute ; 
It barely led us to excufe j 
'Twas true, converting they averr'd 
All they had l'een, or left, or heard ; 
Talents of weight ! for wights like thefe 

The law might chufe for witneffes $ 

But fure th' attefting dry narration 

111 fuits a judge of converfation. 

What were their freedoms ?* mere excufes 

To vent ill manners, blows, and bruifes. 70 

Yet freedom, gallant freedom 1 hailing. 

At form, at form, inceffant railing. 

Would they examine each offence, 

Its latent caufe, its known pretence, 

Punctilio ne'er was known to breed 'em, 

So lure as fond prolific freedom. 

Their courage ? but a loaded gun, 

Machine the wife would wifh to fhun-, 

Its guard unfafe, its lock an ill one, 

Where accident might fire and kill one. 
In fhort, diigufted out of meaiure, 

Thro' much contempt and (lender pleafure. 

His fenfe of dignity returns ; 

With native pride his bolbm burns ; 

He feeks refpeft— but how to gain it? *5 

Wit, fecial mirth, could ne'er obtain it ; 

And laughter, where it reigns uncheck'd, 

Dil'cards and diffipates reipeft : 
The man who gravely bows enjoys it, 
But making hands at once deftroys it; 

» i'.uiiUrous mirth. 



Precarious plant ! which, fredi and gav, 
Shrinks at the touch, and fades away ! 

Come then, Reierve ! yet from thy train 
Banifli Contempt and curs'd Difdain. 
Teach me, he cry'd, thy magic art, or 

To ail the decent diltar.t parr j 
To hufband well my complai imce ; 
Nor let ev'n Wit too far advance ; 
But chu!e calm Reafon for my theme, 
In thefe her royai realms fupreme, loo 

And o'er her charms, with caution mown, 
Be (till a graceful umbrage thrown, 
And each abrupter period crown 'd 
With nods, and winks, and (miles, profound, 
Till, refcu'd from the crowd beneath, j c 

No more with pain to move or breathe, 
I rile with head elate, to mare 
Salubrious draughts of purer air. 
Relpecl is won by grave pretence 
Andfiience, furer ev'n than fenfe — - no 

'Tis hence the facred grandeur fprings 
Of Eaftern — and of ether kings, 
Or whence this awe to Virtue due, 
While Virtue's diitant as Peru > 

The fheathlefs fword the giiard difplays, I i_j 

Which round emits its dazzling rays j 
The irately fort, the turrets tall, 
Portcullis'd gate, and battled wall, 
Lefs fcreens the body than controls, 
And wards contempt from royal fouls. no 

The crowns they wear but check the eye 
Before it fondly pierce too nigh, 
That dazzled crowds may be employ'd 
Around the furface of — :he void. 
O ! 'tis the ftatefman's craft profound 125 

To fcatter his amufements r und, 
Tc tempt us from their confcious breaft, 
Where full-fledg'd crimes enjoy theirneft } 
Nor awes us ev'ry worth reve'Vd, 
So deeply as -each vice ceneeal'd. 1 -© 

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The lordly log, difpatclfd of yore. 
That the frog people might adore, 
With guards to keep them at a dillance, 
Had reign'd, nor wanted Wit's aiiiltancej 
Nay — had addreflesfrom his nation, 
In praife of log-adminiftration. 136 


r T""HE buoyant fires of youth were o'er, 
-*■ And fame and finery pleas'd no more, 
Productive of that gen'ial flare, 
Which ccol reflection ill can bear, 
And, crowds commencing mere vexation, 5 

Retirement lent its invitation. 

Romantic fcenes of pendant hills, 
And verdant vales and falling rills, 
And molly banks the fields adorn, 
Where Damon, firr.ple Swain! was born. 10 

The Dryads rear'd afnady grove, 
Where fuch as think, and fuch as love, 
May fafely figh their fummer's day, 
Or mule their filent hours away. 

The Oreads lik'd the climate well, 1 5 

And taught the level plain to iwell 
In verdant mounds, from whence the eye 
Might all their larger works delcry. 

The Naiads pour'd their urns around, 
From nodding rocks o'er vales profound ; 20 

They form'd their ftreams to pleafe the View, 
And bade them wind as ierpents do, 
And having Ibewn them where toflray, 
Threw little pebbles in their way. 

Thele Fancy, a)l-lagacious maid'.— 25 

Had at their leveral talks lurvey'd : 
She law and ImilM ; and oft' would lead 
Our Damon's foot o'er hill and mead, 
There, with deicriptive finger, trace 
The genuine beauties of the place, 30 

And when fhe all its charms had fliown, 
Pjtelcribe improvements of her own. 


" See yonder hill, fo green, fo round, 
" Its brow with ambient beeches crown'd ! 
" 'Twould well become thy gentle care 35 

'* To raife a dome to Venus there ; 
" Pieas'd would the nymphs thy zeal furvey, 
" And Venus in their arms repay. 
" 'Twas fuch a (hade and fuch a nook, 
" In fuch a vale, near fuch a brook, 40 

" From fuch a rocky fragment fpringing, 
" That fam'd Apollo chofe to ling in j 
<* There let an altar wrought with art 
**■ Engage the tuneful patron's heart : 
«' How charming thereto mufe and warble 45 

«* Beneath his bull of breathing marble ! 
M With laurel wreath and mimic lyre, 
(t That crown a poet's vaft delire : 
*' Then, near it, fcoop the vaulted cell 
« Where Mufic's charming maids* may dwell, 50 
*' Prone to indulge thy tender pafTion, 
" And make thee many an aiTignation. 
<< Deep in the grove's obfeure retreat 
" Be plac'd Minerva's facred feat ; 
rt There let her awful turrets rife, 55 

" (For Wifdom flies from vulgar eyes) 
" There her calm diftates malt thou hear 
" Diftinftly ftrike thy lift'ning ear; 
«« And who would fhun the pleafing labour, 
" To have Minerva for his neighbour ?'' 60 

In fhort, focharm'd each wild fuggeftion, 
Its truth was little call'd in queftion : 
And Damon dream'd he faw the Fauns 
And Nymphs diftinftly (kim the lawns ; 
Now trae'd amid the trees, and then 6 - 

Loft in the circling (hades again, 
With leer oblique their lover viewing— 
And Cupid — panting — and purfuing — 
" Fancy, enchanting Fair !" he cry'd, 
(t Be thou my goddefs, thou my guide j 70 

* The Mufcs , 

U z 


** For thy bright virions I defpife 

'* What to. -s may think or friends advife- 

" The feign'" d concern when folks furvey 

«' Expenu, time, rlu.iy, call away ; 

" The re; i fpletn with which they lee ; 75 

" I pleaie myfelf, and toliow thee." 

Thus glow'd his breaft, by Fancy warnVd, 
And thus the fairy landfcape charm'd : 
But molt he hop'd his conftant care 
Might win the favour of the fair ; 80 

And, wandVing late thro' yonder glade, 
"t thus the !ok delign betray'd. 

" Ye Doves! for whom I rear'dthe grove, 

With melting lays ialute my love ! 

My Delia with ycur notes detain, 85 

Or I have rear'd the grove in vain. 

Ye flow'rs which early Spring fupplies, 

Difplay at once your brighteft dyes, 

That me your op'njng charms may fee, 

Or what were e!:e your charms to me ? 93 

Kind Zephyr ! br.fh each fragrant flow'r, 

And (lied its odours round my bow'r, 

Or ne'er again, O gentle Wind ! 

Shall I in thee re'frelhment find. 

Ye Streams ! if e'er your banks I lov'd, 95 

If e'er your native founds improv'd, 

May each loft murmur 'both my fair, 

Or, oh! 'twill d.epen my delpair. 

Ee lure, ye Willows ! you be .ccn 

Array'd in liveliest robes of green, loa 

Or I will tear your flighted houghs, 

And let them fade around my brows. 

And thcu, my Grott ! whofe lonely bounds 

The melancholy pine furrounds, 

May On. admire thy peaceful gloom, 105 

O. thou fhait prove lie, lover's tomb." 

And now the loffy domes were rrar'd, 
Lovut laugh'd the iquires, the rabble ftar'd. 
" See, Neighbours! what our Damon's doing; 
" I think fome tolks are Li\d of ruin ! "» 


** I faw his meep at random ftray— 
" But he has thrown his crook away — 
" And builds fuch huts, as, in foul weather 
" Are fit for flieep nor ihepherd neither. 

Whence came the lober i wain milled ? 115 

Why, Phoebus put it in his head : 
Phcebus befriends him, we are told ; 
And Phoebus coins bright tuns of gold. 
'Twere prudent not to be fo vain on't, 
I think he'll never touch a grain on't. 120 

And if from Phcebus and ids Mufe 
Mere earthly lazinefs enfues, 
'Tis plain, for aught that I can fay, 
The dev'l infpires as well as they. 
So they — while fools of groffer kin J, 12c 

Lefs weeting what our bard defign'd, 
Impute his fchemes to real evil, 
That in thefe haunts he met the dev:!. 

He own'd, tho' their advice was vain, 
It fuited wights who trod the plain j jjo 

For dulnefs — tho' he might abhor it, 
In them he made allowance for it j 
Nor wonder'd, if beholding mottoes, 
And urns, and domes, and cells, and grottoes, 
Folks, little dreaming of the Mufes, j^e 

Where plagu'd to gueis their proper ufes. 

But did the Mul'^s haunt his cell ? 
Or in his dome did Venus dwell ? 
Did Pallas in his counlels mare ? 
The Delian god reward his pray'r ? 
Or did his zeal engage thetair ? 
When all the ftructure fhone complete, 
Not much convenient, wondrous neat, 
Adorn'd with gilding, painting, planting, 
And the fair gueifs alone were wanting , .14.,. 

Ah, me! ('twas Damon's own c. 11 jiiion) 
Cam-; Poverty ;uid took poiTeiTion. l ,-, 

V 3 





WHY droops my Damon, whilft he roves 
Thro' ornamented meads and groves ? 
Near columns, obelifks, and i'pires, 
Which ev'ry critic eye admires ? 
'Tis Poverty, dcteited maid ! 
Sole tenant of their ample fhade ; 
*Tis (he that robs him of his eale, 
And bids their very charms difpleafe. 

But now, by Fancy long; controll'd, 
And with the ions of Tatle enroll'd, 
He deem'd it fhameful to commence 
Firft minifter to Con .mon-feni'e j 
Far more elated to p\ri'ue 
The lowelt talk of dear vertu. 

And now behold his lofty foul, J 5 

That whilom flew from pole to pole, 
Settle on feme elab'rate flow'r, 
And, like a bee, the fweets devour ! 
Now, of a rofe enarnour'd, prove 
The wild Solicitudes of love ! aO 

Now in a lily's cup enfnrin'd, 
Foresjo the commerce of mankind ! 

As in thefe toils he wore away 
The calm remainder of his day, 

Conducting fun, and (hade, and (how'r, 25 

As mod might glad the new-born flow'r, 
So fate ordajn'd— before his eye — 
Starts up the long-fought butterfly, 
While flutt'ring round, her plumes unfold 
Celeftial crimfon dropp'd with gokl. 3° 

Adieu, ye bands of flow'rets fair ! 
The living beauty claims his care : 
For this he (trips — nor bolt nor chain 
Could Damon's, wai A purfuit reftrain. 

tec him o'er hill, morals, or mound, 3| 

Where'er the fpeckled game is found, 


Tho' bent with age, with zeal purfue, 
And totter tow'rds the prey in view. 

Nor rock nor Ifreatn his ffeps retard, 
Intent upon the biefs'd reward I 4" 

One vafTal fly repays the chafe ! 
A wing, a film, rewards the race! 
Rewards him, tho 1 dil'eafe attend, 
And in a fatal furfeit end. 

So fierce Camilla fkimm'd the plain, 45 

Smtt with the purple's plealing (tain ; 
She ey'd intent the glittering ft ranger, 
And knew, alas ! nor fear nor danger, 
Till deep within her panting heart 
Malicious Fate impell'd the dart. 5° 

How (tudious he what fav'rite food 
Regales Dame Nature's tiny biood I 
What junkets fat the filmy people ! 
And what liquors they chufe to tipple ! 

Behold him, at feme crife, prefcribe, 55 

And raife with drugs the fick'ning tribe ! 
Or haply, when their fpirits talter, 
Sprinkling my Lord of Cloyne's tar-water. 

When Nature's brood of infects dies, 
See how he pimps for am'rous flies ! 60 

See him the timely luccour lend her, 
And help the wantons to engender ! 

Or fee him guard their pregnant hour, 
Exert nis foit obiietric pow'r, 

And, fending each his lenient hand, 65 

With new-born grubs enrich the land ! 
O Wilks !* what poet's loftieft lays 
Can match thy labours and thy praiie ? 
Immortal Sage ! by Fate decreed 
To guard the moth's illulfrious breed ! 7° 

Till rlutt'ring fwarmson fwarms aril'e, 
And all our wardrobes teem with flies ! 

And muit we praife this tafte for toys ? 
Admire it then in girls and boys. 

* Aliudin'te moths and butterflies, delineated by Benjamin Wilks, 
Sec £is very exjen&re propoials. 



Ye youths of fifteen years or more ! 
Refign your moths — the ieafon's o'er; 
'Tis time more focial joys to prove ; 
Twere now your nobler talk to love. 
Let * * * , s eyes more deeply warm, 
Nor flighting Nature's faireft form, 80 

The bias of your fouls determine 
Tow'rds the mean love of Nature's vermin. 

But, ah ! how wondrous few have known 
To give each ftage of life its own ! 

'Tisthe pretexta'sutmoft bound, 85 

With radiant purple edg'd around, 
To pleal'e the child whole glowing dyes 
Too long delight maturer eyes ; 
And few, but with regret, aflume 
The plain-wrought labours of the loom. 90 

Ah ! let not me by fancy fteer, 
When life's autumnal clouds appear ; 
Nor ev'n in learning's long delays 
Confume my faireft, fruitlefs days ; 
Like him who fhould in armour fpend 9 ? 

The funis that armour fhould defend. 

Awhile in Pleafure's myrtle bow'r 
We fhare her fmiles and blel's her pow'r, 
But find at laft we vainly fti ive 

To fi.< the worft coquette alive. 100 

O you ! that with alliduous flame 
Have long purfu'd the faithlefs dame, 
Forfake her ibft abodes awhile, 
And dare her frown, and flight her fmile ; 
Nor fcorn, whatever wits may fay, 105 

The footpath road, the king's highway : 
No more the 1'crup'lous charmer tcafe, 
But feek the roofs of honeft Eafe ; 
The rival fair no more purfu'd, 
Shall there with forward pace intrude ; 
Shall there her ev'ry art effay 
To win you to her (lighted fway, 
A:id grant your fcorn a glance more fair 
Than e'er flje gave yourfondeft pray'r. 



But would you happinefs purlue ? 115 

Partake both eafe and plealure too ? 
Would you, thro' all your days, difpenfe 
The j-jys of reafon and of fenie ? 
Or give to life the moll you can ? 

Let locial value fhape the plan : iz© 

For does not to the virtuous deed 
A train of pleaiinglweets l'ucceed ? 
Or, like the fwtets of wild defire, 
Did locial pleafures ever tire ? 

Yet midft the group be l'ome preferred, 125 

Be fome abhorr'd — for Damon err'd : 
And fucb there are — of fair addreis— 
As 'twere unlbcia! tocarefs. 
O learn by Reafon's equal rule 

To shun the praife of knave or fool ; 1 30 

Then tho' you deem it better ftill 
To gain ibme rultic 'i'qu ire's good will, 
And fouls, however mean or vile, 
Like features, brighten by a fmile, 
Yet Reafon holds it for a crime 135 

The trivial breaft mould (hare thy time ; 
And virtue with reluctant eyes 
Beholds this human facrifke ! 

Thro' deep referve and air erecl 
Miftaken Damon won refpecl:, *4Q 

But could the fpecious homage pafs 
With any creature but an afs ? 
If confeious, they who fcar'd the flcin 
Would l'corn the iluggiih brute within. 
What awe-ftruck Haves the tovv'rs enclofe 145 

Where Periian monarchs eat and doze ! 
What proftrate rev'rence all agree 
To pay a prince they never lee ! 
Mere vaffals of a royal throne ; 
The Sophi's virtues muft be lhown 150 

To make the reverence his own. 

As for Thalia — wouldft thou make her 
Thy bride without a portion : — take her : 



She will with duteous care attend, 
And all thy penfive hours befriend j 155 

Will l'well thy joys, will (hare thy pain, 
With thee rejoice, with the complain j 
Will fmooth thy pillow, plait thy bow'rs, 
And bind thy aching head with flow'rs. 
But be this previous maxim known — ■ 160 

If thou canii feed on Love alone, 
If blefs'd with her, thou canft fuftain 
Contempt, and poverty, and pain j 
If fo — then rifle all her graces — 
And fruitful be your fond enbraces ! 165 

Too loon, by caitiff fpleen infpir'd, 
Sage Damon to his groves retir'd, 
The path difclaim'd by fober reafon ; 
Retirement claims a later feafon, 

Ere a<5tive youth and warm defires, 170 

Have quite withdrawn their ling'ring fires. 
With the warm bofom ill agree 
Or limpid ftream or fhady tree ; 
Love lurlcs within the rofy bow'r, 
And claims the fpeculative hour j 175 

Ambition finds his calm retreat, 
And bids his pulfe too fiercely beat; 
Ev'n focial Friendship duns his ear, 
And cites him to the public fphere. 
Does he refill their genuine force ? 1 80 

His temper takes fome froward courfe, 
Till paflion, mifdirecled, fighs 
For weeds, or fhells, or grubs, or flies ! 

Far happieft he whole early days, 
Spent in the focial paths of praife, 185 

Leave fairly printed on his mind 
A train of virtuous deeds behind : 
From this rich fund themem'ry draws 
The laiting meed of felf-applaui'e. 

Such fair ideas lend their aid 1 93 

To people the fequefter'd (hade : 
Such are the Naiads, Nymphs, and Fauns, 
That haunt his floods or cheer his lawns. 

If, where his devious ramble ftrays, 
He Virtue's radiant form furveys, 
She feems no longer now to wear 
The rigid mien, the frown fevere ;* 
To fhew him her remote abode, 
To point the rocky arduous road ; 
But from each flow'r his fields allow 
She twines a garland for his brow. 

* Alluding to— The Allegory in Cebes's Tablet. 








Infanis; omnes gelidis quicunque Iacernis 

Sunt tibi, Nafones Virgiliofque virtes. MART. 

-Thou know'ft nor what thou fay*!* ; 

In garments that fcarce fence them from the cold 
Our Ovids and our Virgils you behold. 


r TT , you, ye Bards ! whofe lavifh breafr requires 
■*■ This monitory lay, the ftrains belong ; 
Nor think ibme miier vents his fapitnt law, 
Or ibme dull cit, unfeeling of the charms 
That tempt profuiion, fin;s; while friendly Zeal, 5 
To guard from fatal ills the tribe he loves, 
Iufpires the meaneft of the Mule's train ! 
Like you I loathe the grov'lling progeny, 
Whole wily arts, by creeping time matur'd, 
Advance them high on Pcw'rs tyrannic throne, 
To lord it there in gorgeous ufelefihefs, 11 

And fpurn fucCefslefs Worth that pines below ! 

See the rich churl, amid the focial fons 
Of wine and wit regaling ! hark, he joins 
In the free jeft delighted! leems to fhew XS 

A meliorated heart ! he laughs, he lings. 
Songs of gay import, madrigals of glee, 
And drunken anthems, let agape the board, 
Like Demea,* in the play, benign and mild, 
And pouring forth benevolence of foul, 20 

Till Micio wonder ; or, in Shakefpeare's line, 
Obfhep'rous Silence, f drowning Shadow's voice, 
And ftartling FalftafF and his mad compeers. 

He owns 'tis prudence, ever and anon, 
To fmooth his careful brow, to let his purfe 25 

Ope to a fixpence's diameter. 
He likes our ways ; he owns the ways of wit 

* In Terence's Adclphi. 

t Jiulfcc Silence, in Shakefpeare'! f&nry IV. id part. 


Are ways of pleaiance, and ciei'erve regard. 
True, we are dainty good fociety, 
But what art thou ? Alas! conlider wtll, 30 

Thou bane of focial pleafure, know thyfelf: 
Thy fell approach, like feme invafive damp 
Breath d thro' the pores of earth from Stygian caves, 
Defticys the lamp of mirth ; the lamp which we, 
Its fiamens, boalt to guard : we know not how, 35 
But at thy fight the lading flame aifumes 
A ghaftiy blue, and in a flench expires. 

True, thou feem'ft chang'd ; all fainted, all enfky'd s 
The fjembling tears that charge thy melting eyes 
Say thou art honelt, and of gentle kind : 40 

But all is falfe ! an intermitting figh 
Condemns each hour, each moment giv'n to fmiles, 
And deems thole only loft thcu doll not iole. 
Ev'n for a demi-grcat this open'd foul, 
This boon companion, this elaftic bread, 45 

Revibrates quick, and fends the tuneful tongue 
To Lvilh muliconthe rugged walls 
Of fome dark dungeon. Hence, thou Caitiff! fly j 
Touch not my glais, nor drain my i'acred bowl, 
Monfter ingrate! beneath one common Iky 50 

Why Ihould thou breathe? beneath one common roof 
Thou ne'er malt harbour, nor my little boat 
Receive a foul with crimes to prel's it down. 
Go to thy bags, thou Recreant ! hourly go, 
And, gazing there, bid them be wit, be mirth, 55 
Be converfation. Net a face that fmiles 
Admits thy prefence! not a lou! that glows 
With focial purport, bid, or ev'n or morn, 
Inveft thee happy ! but when life declines, 
May thy lure heirs (land titt'r'mg round thy bed, 60 
And, uih'ring in their fav'rites, burft thy locks, 
And fill their laps with gold, till Want and Care 
With joy depart, and crv, " We aik no more." 

Ah! never, never may th' harmonious mind 
Endure the worldly ! Poets, ever void 65 

Ot guile, diftrulllefs, Icorn the trealur'd gold, 
Acd ijpum the miier, ipuni his deity. 


5t^O MftRAl PIECES. 

Balanc'd with friendfhip, in the poet's eye 
The rival fcale of int'relt kicks the beam, 
Than lightning fwifter. From his cavern'd ftcre 7* 
The fordid loul, with felf-applaule, remarks 
The kind propenfity ; remarks and lhniles, 
And hies with impious hafte to fpread the friare. 
Him we deride, and in our comic fcenes 
Contemn the niggard form Moliere has drawn : 75 
We loathe with juftice ; but, alas! the pain 
To bow the knee before this calf of gold, 
Implore his envious aid, 2nd meet his frown ! 
But 'tis not Gomez, 'tis not he whofe heart 
Is crufted o'er with drofs, whole callous mind So 

Is fenfelefs as his gold, the flighted Mule 
Intenfely loathes. 'Tis lure no equal talk 
To pardon him who laviihes his wealth 
On racer, fox-hound, hawk, or fpaniel, all 
But human merit ; who with gold efl'ays 85 

All but the ncbleft pleai'ure, to remove 
The wants of Genius, and its fmiles enjoy. 

But you, ye titled youths ! whofe nobler zeal 
Would burnifn o'er your coronets with fame, 
Who liften pleas'd when poet tunes his lay, 90 

Permit him not in diftant lolitudes 
To pine, to languifh out the fleeting hours 
Of active youth ; then Virtue pants for praife. 
That feafon unadorn'd, the carelefs bard 
Quits your worn thre mold, and, like honeft Gay, 95 
Contemns the niggard boon ye time fo ill. 
Your favours then, like trophies giv'n the tomb, 
Th' enfranchis'd fpirit foaring not perceives, 
Or fcorns perceiv'd, and execrates the fmile 
Which bade his vig'rous bloom to treach'rous hopes 
And fervile cares a prey expire in vain ! — ' OI 

Two lawlefs pow'rs, engag'd by mutual hate 
In endlcfs war, beneath their flags enrol 
Thevaffal world : this Avarice is nara'd, 
That Luxury : 'tis true their partial friends 105 

Aflign them l'ofter names ; ulhrpers both! 
That lhare by dint of arms the legal throne 


Of juft Economy j yet both betray 'd 
By fraudful minifters. The niggard chief 
-Liit'ning to want, all faithlefs, and prcpar'd no 

To join each moment in his rival's train. 
His conduct models by the needlefs fears' 
1 he Have infpires, while Luxury, a chief 
Of am pleft faith, to Plenty's rule refio-ns 
His whole campaign. 'Tis Plenty's flatt'ring founds 
Engrofs his ear ; 'tis Plenty's fmiling form ! ,6 

Moves thl] before his eye. Difcretion llrives, 
But ftrives in vain, to banifh from the throne 
The peijur'd minion: he, fecure of truft, 
With latent malice to the hoftile camp T , 

Day, night, and hour, his monarch's wealth conveys 
- X7 } e tow'nng minds! ye fublimated fouls ! 
Who, caiclelsof your fortunes, leal and lign, 
Set, let, contract, acquit, with eafier mien 
I ban fops take muff! whofe economic care j 2 ■ 

Your green i filk purfe engroffes ! eafy, pleas'd, 
1 o fee geld fparkle thro' the fubtle iolds, 
Lovely as whenth' Hefperian fruitage fmil'd 
Amid theverdrous grove! who fondly hope 
Spontaneous harvefts ! harveffs all the year ' i xa 

Who leaner wealth, as tho' the radiant crop 
Glitter'd on ev'ry bough ; and ev'ry boucrh, 
Like that the Trojan gather'd, once avuls'd 
Were by a fplendid fucceflbrlupply'd 
Inft ant, (pontaneous liften to my lays ; , , , 

For 'tis not fools, whatever proverbial phrafe 
Have long decreed, that quit with greateft eafe 
The trealui'd gold. Of words indeed profule, 
Of gold tenacious, their torpefcent foul 
Clenches their coin ; and what eleftral fire X40 

Wall iolve the frofiy gripe, and bid it flow ? 
'TIS genius, fancy, that to wild expenfe 
Of health, of treafure, ftirmilates theibul : 
J hele with officious care and fatal art 
Inwove the vinous flavour ; thele the fmile , 4S 

*{Vt tioe lot ten ; thele the glare of drefs 



Illume, the glitt'ring chariot gild anew, 
And add ftrange wiidom to the iui s of Pow r. 

Alas 1 that he, amid the race of men, 
*t£t he who thinks of pureftgold *ith fcorn, x$« 

Should with unfatcd appetite demand, 
And vainly court the pleafore it procures ! 
When Fancy's vivid fpark impels the iou 
To fcorn quotidian fceaes, to fpurn the bhU 
Of vS aa?mind., whatnoftrum (ha 1 ccmpofe t 5 l 
Its fatal tendon ? in what lonely vale 
Of halmlv Med'cme's various field aipres 
The Sd refrigerant J Vain, ah I vain the hope 
Of future peace, this orgafm uncontroll d 1 
WtU'hence, of all the frugal mind x6. 

fcemiires- to eat, to drink, to lieep, to nil 
A 5 -th gold, the fpnghtly breaft demands 
Inceffant rapture 5 life a tedious load 
Denv'd its continuity ot joy. , 

Butwhence obtain I ph.lofophy requires 165 

No lavhh colt; to crown ; its otmoft prayr 
Suffice the root-built cell, *jft*J°* 
Tr.e juicy viand, and the c.yhal ft. cam. 
Fvn m Id Stupidity rewards her train 
With cheap contentment. Tafte alone requires 
EMtreproUifion! Days, and nights and hours, 
Thv voice, hydropic Fancy! calls aloud 
Fo/coftly draughts, mundant bow-ls ot joy, 
Rivers of rich regalement, feas of bills, 
Seas without more! infinity oi fweets >\ 

And vet, unlefs Cage Reafon ,om her hand 
In Pleasure's purchaie, pWaiure is uniure: 
And vet, unkls Economy's con font 
Legitimate expenfe, iome giace.dsmark, 
tome ymptom ill conceal, (hall, loon orb*, 
Burft^ pimple from the v^usude 

Of acid blood, proclaiming Vv mt s di.ea.e 
Amidft the bloom of (hew. To* feanty fheam, 
Slow Loit'rine in its channel, teems to v.e 

WUh VagSept" i but fe0l,ld che kdgy P ° W * 
Vainglorious, empty his penurious urn 




O'er the rough rock, how mull his fellow ftreams 
Deride the tinklings of the boaitive rill ! 

I not afpire to mark the dubious pa-h 
That leads to wealth, to poets mirk'd in vain ! 190 
But ere fcif-flatt'rv footh the vivid breaft 
Witlulreanis of fortune near aHay'd to fame, 
j\ bow few who charm'd the lilt'ning car 
Of fatrap 01 of king her {'miles enjoy'd ! 
Confider well meagre alms repaid 195 

TiK great Maeunkin! fire of tuneful fong, 
And piototvpeof all that foar'd fublime, 
And left dull cares below; what griefs impell'd 
The modefl bard of leain'd Eliza's reign 
1 o l'w ell with tears his Mulla's parent it ream, 200 

And mourn aioud the pang, ' : to ride, to run, 
" To fpen'd, to give, to want, to be undone." 
Why fhouli I tell of Cowley's pen five Mui'e, 
Belov'd in vain ? too copious is my theme ! 
Which of your boalted race might hope reward 205 
Like loyal Butler, when the lib'ial Charles, 
The judge of wit, perus'd the fprightly page, 
Triumphant o'er his foes ? Believe not hope, 
The poet's paraiite ; but learn alone 
To {pare the {'canty boon the Fates decree. a 10 

Poet and rich ! 'tis foletifm extreme'. 
'Tis heighten'd contradiction ! irr his frame. 
In ev'rynerve and fibre of his foul, 
The latent feeds and principles of want 
Has Nature wove, and Fate confirm'd the clue. 215 

Ncr yet dei'pair to fivun the ruder gripe 
Of Penury: with nice preciucn learn 
A dollar's value. Foremoit in the page 
That marks th' expeme of each revolving year 
Place inattention. When the hi'A of praiic, 22® 

Or honour's faife idea, tempts thy foul 
To flight frugality, affure thine heart 
That danger's near. This perifhable coin 
Is no vain ere. It is thy liberty^ 

It utters rr.ilers, but it mult a I 225 

Enfranchife thee. The world, the cit-like world, 
X 3 


Bids thee beware; thy little craft effay; 
Nor. piddling with atea-fpcon's {lender form, 
See with foup- ladies deviis gorman .ize. 

Econpnjyi tnou good oid aunt '. whofe mien, 23* 
Furrow'd with age and care, the wife adcre, 
The wits contemn ! rciervmg ftiil thy ttoies 
To cheer thy friends at lair j why with the cit 
Or booklefs churl with each ignoble name, 
Each earthly natur:, deign'ft thou to reiide? 235 

And fhunning all, who by thy favours crown'd 
Might glad the world, to t'eefc feme vulgar mind, 
Inspiring- pride, and feififfl (hapes oi ill? 
Why with the old, infirm, and impotent, 
And childteiS, love to dwell, yet leave the breail 24.0 
Oi youth unwarn'd, unguided, uninfoim'd * 
Of \outh, to whom thy monitory voice 
Were doubly kind ? for, lure, to youthful eyes, 
(How fhort foe'erit prove) the road of lite 
Appears protracted ; 14.5 

The Loves, the Graces play, on Fortune's child 
Profuiely fmiling : well might youtn effay 
The frugal plan, the lucrative employ, 
Source or" their favour all the hveicng day, 
But fate afients not. Age-fdone contrails 250 

His meagre palm, to clench the tempting bane 
Of all his peace, the glittering feeds oi cart! 

O that the Mufe's voice might p.erce the ear 
Of gen'tous \outh! tor youth deierves her long. 
Youth is fair virtue's iea:on, virttie. then 255 

Requires the primer's nand ; the frequent ftage, 
It barely vegc.ates ; nor long the lpace 
Ere, robb'dof warmth, its and trunk diiplays 
Fell Winter's total reign. O lovely iource 
Of gen'rous foible , vouth ! when op'ning minds 260 
Are honeft as the light, liu'id as air, 
As ibit 'ring breeaes kind, as linnets gay, 
Tender as buds, and lavilh as tne .pnng 1 
Yl:, haplefs (tare of man! his ear Left youth 
Cozen* itieif j his age defrauds majakuji 165 

Sec n£az "_iis "bed. f ids T>ed too falfel^v eaH'd. 
The place of reft refcalf it a bfr?<L SaStni™* , 

ZEarcotic Tolumes o'er ) 

Siu'nstpne Vide Emwttx*- Tart 111- Pope yj Lt.w £>*> . 

iJrtw/i t-v?t.Gn4 tiMtfnta 

rUtr ltd 'Arfrtfaf AQiii>i'-Ml * vCIl Wi. 


Nor Jeem it ftrange that rolling years abrade 
The fecial bias. Life's extenfive page, 
What does it but.uni'old repeated proofs 
Or" gold's omnipotence ? With patriots, friends, 
Sick'ning beneath its ray, enervate fome, 170 

And others dead, whole putrid name exhales 
A no;:ome fcent, the buky volume teems : 
With kinfmen, brothers, lens, moid nmg the fhroud, 
Or hcncurning the grave, with fpecious gritt 
Of (hort duration, loon in Fortune's beams 275 

Alert, and wond'ring at the tears they (bed. 

But who mall lave, by tame prolaic ftrain, 
That glowing bread where wit with youth confpires 
To fweeten luxury ? The fearful Mine 
Shall yet proceed, tho' by the fainted gleam 
Of hope infpir'd, to warn the tram fhe loves. 281 


IN fome dark feafon, when the mifly ftiow'r 
Obfcures the fun, and faddens all the fky, 
When linnets drop the wing, nor grove nor ftream 
Invites thee forth to l'port thy dro ping Mule, 
Sci2e the dull hour, nor with regret aliign 5 

The worldly prudence. She, nor nice nor coy, 
Accepts the tribute of a joyieis day; 
She fmiles well-pka^'d when wit and mirth recede, 
And not a Grace and net a Mule will hear. 
Then from majeftic Maro's awful drain, 10 

Or tow'ring Homer, let thine eye deicend 
To trace, with patient induftry, the page 
Of income and expenie : and, oh! beware 
Thy bre?.ft, felf-flatt'ring 5 place no courtly fmile, 
No golder. promile of your laithleis Mufc, 1 5 

Nor latent mine which Fortune's hand mayihew, 
Amid thy folid ftore : The Siren's fong 
Wrecks not the lut'ning failor half lb lure. 
See by what avenues, what devious paths, 
The foot of Want, dcteitcd, deals along, 20 

AU bars each fatal paio ! Some few fliort hours 


Of punctual care, the refui'e of ihy year, 

On tiugal i'cheme-s employ 'd, ifiail g:ve the Mufe 

To ling intrepid many a cheerful da . 

But if too i'ocn berore the tepid gaits 25 

Thy refolution melt, and ardent vows, 
In wary houis prelerr'd, or die forgot. 
Or feem the fore'd effe£t of hazy ikies, 
Then, ere furprile, by whole impetuous rage 
The maffy tort, with which thy gentler 30 

I not compare is won, the long proceeds. 

Know, too, by Nature's undiminilh'd law, 
Throughout her realms obey'd, the various parts 
Of deep creation, atoms, iyftems, all, 
Attract, and are attracted ; nor prevails the law 35 
Alone in matter; foul alike with foul 
Alpires to join ; nor yet in fouls alone, 
In each idea it imbibes is found 
The kind propeniity ; and when they meet 
And grow familiar, various tho' their tribe, 43 

Their tempers various, vow perpetual faith ; 
That mould the worlu's disjointed frame once more 
To chaos yield the lway, amid the wreck 
Their union fhould furvive ; with Roman warmth, 
By lacred holjutable laws endear'd, 45 

Should each idea recollect its friend. 

Heie then we fix ; on tins perennial bale 
Ereit thy fafery, and defy the iiorm. 
Let (oft Pro 1 u;:or, , s fair idea join 

Her hand with Poverty; nor here defift, 50 

Till o'er the group that forms their various train 
Thou ling loud hymenea!s. Let the pride 
Of outward fhew in laiting leagues combine 
With fhame threadb.ire ; the yay vermilion iace 
Of rafh Internp'rance be difcicetiy pair'd 55 

With fallow Hunger: the licentious joy 
With mean dependence; ev n the dear delight 
Of fc'.ilpture, paint, intaglios, books, and < oins, 
Thy brealf, fagacious Prudence ! fhall connecl: 
With filth and beggary, nor ditdain to link 60 b'.a.k Jnfolvency. Thy foul, al.uuTd, 


Shall fhtm the Siren's voice, nor boldly dare 
To bid the foft enchant refs (hare thy bread, 
With fuchatrain of horrid fiends conjoin'd. 

Nor .think, ye ibrdid race ! ye grov'llaig minds ! 65 
I frame the fong for ycu ; for you the Mule 
Could other rules impart. The friendly ftrain, 
For gentler bofoms plann'd, to ycur's would prove 
The juice of lurid aconite, exceed 
Whatever Colchos bore, and in yourbreaft 7» 

Compaffiori, love, and friendflup ! all deftroy. 

It greatly mall avail, if e'er thy ftores 
Increase apace by periodic days 
Of annual payment, or thy patron's boon, 
Tie.lean reward of grofs unbounded praife ! 75 

It much avails to i'eize the prefent hour, 
And, undeiiberating, call around 
Try hungry creditors ; their horrid rage 
Wnen once appeas'd, the imall remaining ftore 
S ii'. rife In weight tenfold, in luftre rile, 80 

As gold improv'd by many a fierce allay. 
'Tis thus the frugal hu&andman direfts 
His narrow ftream, if o'er its wonted banks, 
By fuJdcn rains impeil'd, it proudly lwell j 
His timely hand thro' better tracks conveys 85 

The quick decreafing tide, ere borne along, 
Or thro' the wild morals, or cultur'd field, 
Or bladed grafs mature, or barren lands, 
It new dtriructive, or it How in vain. 
But happieft he who fan&ihes expenfe 90 

By pre e t pay ; who iubjects not his fame 
To tradefmeft's varltts, nor bequeaths his name, 
His honour'd name, to deck the vulgar page 
Oi bale mechanic, ibrdid, unlincere! 
. There haply, while thy Mufe fublimely foars 95 

Beyond this earthly fphere, in heav'ns abodes, 
And <lreams of neclar and ambruiial iweets, 
Thy growing debt tteals unregarded o'er 
The punctual record, till nor Phoebus' lelf, 
Nor fage Minerva's art, can aught avail 100 

To footh the ruthlefs dun's deteiud rage : 




Frantic and fell, with many a curie profane 
He loads the gentle Mufe,then hurls thee down 
To want, remorfe, captivity, and fhame. 

Each public place, the glitt 'ring haunts of men, 
With horrcur fly. Why loiter near thy banc ? 
Why fondly linger on a Iioliile more 
Difarm'd, defenccleis? why require to tread 
The precipice? or why, alas! to breathe 
A moment's fpace where ev'ry breeze is death? 
Death to thy future peace! Away, collect 
ThydiiTipated mind; contraft thy train 
Of wild ideas, o'er theflow'ry fields 
Ot mew diffus'd, and fpeed to later climes. 
Economy preients her gla.s, accept u 5 

The faithful minor, powYful to difclofe 
A thoufand forms unfeen by carelefs eves, 
That^plot thy fate. Temptation in a robe 
Of Tynan dye, with ev'ry fweet perfum'd, 
Befets thy fenfe; Extortion follows dole uo 

Her wanton licp, and Ruin brings the rear. 
Thefe and the reit (hall her mvfterious glafs 
Embody to thy view; like Venus kind, 
When to her labVingibn the 'vengeful pow'rs 
That urg'd the fail of Ilium fhe difplay'd : 125 

He, not imprudent, at the fight deciin'd 
Th' unequal conflict, and decreed to raife 
The Trojan welfare on lbme happier fhore. 
For here to drain thy fwelJing pur/e await * 
A thoufand arts, a thoufand frauds attend : 1 -^o 

" JJ 6 clo . u d-wrought canes, me gorgeous IhufFboxc, 

I he twinkling jewels, and the u old etwee, 
" With all its bright inhabitants, fliall waite 
*' Its melting ltcies, and in the dreary void 
" Leave net a do.t behind." Ere yet exhauft, 13 c 
Its rlimiy folds offend thy penfive eve, 
Away ! embolbm'd deep in diftant ihades, 
Nor iten nor feeing, thou may 'if vent thy fcorn 
Of hce, embroid'ry, purple, gems, and gold! 
i here of the faded top and eflenc*d beau, 140 

Ferocious, with a Stoic's frown difclofe 


Tin' manly fcorn, averle to tinfel pomp, 
And fluent thine harangue. But can thy foul 
Deny thy limbs the radiant grate of drefs, 
Where drefs is merit! where thy graver friend 145 

Shall wifti thee burniuYd! where the fprightly fair 
Demand emhellifhment ! ev'n Delia's eye, 
As in a garden, roves, of hues alone 
Inquirent, curious ? Fly the curs'd domain j 
Thefe are the realms ot luxury and fhew, 150 

No clafiic foil ; away! the bloomy fpring 
Attracts thee hence ; the warning autumn warns j 
Fly to thy native /hades, and dread, ev'n there, 
Left bufy fancy tempt thy narrow ftate 
Beyond its bounds. Obferve Florelio's mien: 155 

'Why treads my ;riendwith melancholy ftep 
That beauteous lawn ? why, penlive, lfrayshiseye 
O'er ftatues, grottoes, urns, by critic art 
Proportion^ fair ? or from his lofty dome, 
Bright giitt'ring thro' the grcve, returns his eye 160 
Unpleas'd, diiconfoiate ? And is it love, 
Diiafaous love, that robs the finim'd fcenes 
Of all their beauty ? cent'ring all in her 
His foul adores ? or from a blacker caufe 
Springs this remorfeful gloom ? Is confcious guilt 165 
The latent fource of more than love's defoair: 
It cannot be within that polifh'd breail, 
Where fcience dwells, that guilt mould harbour there. 
No 5 'tis the fad furvey of prefent want 
And pa!t profufion! loll to him the fweets 170 

Of yon' pavillion, fraught with ev'ry charm 
For other eyes ; or if remaining, proofs 
Of criminal expense! Sweet interchange 
Of" river, valley, mountain, woods, and plains ! 
How gladfome once he rang'd your native turf, 175 
Your iimple fcenes, how rapt ur'd ! ere Expenfe 
Had lavifli'd thoufand ornaments, and taught 
Convenience to ptipiex him, art topali, 
Pomp to deject, and Beauty to difpleafe! 

Oh! for a foul to all the glare of wealth, 180 

To Fortune's wide exhauftlefs treasury, 


Nobly fuperiour! but let Caution guide 

The coy difpofal of the wealth nt fc< rn, 

And Prudence be our Almoner. Ala;. ! 

The pilgrim ward'ring o'eribme diftant .clime, i?$ 

S«orn foe of av'rice! nordiloiains to learn 

Its coin's imputed worth, the deilin'd means 

To imooth his paffage to the favour'd flirine. 

Ah! let not us, who tread this ftranger world, 

Let none who fojourn on the realms ot life, ij» 

Forget the land is mercenary, norwalle 

His fare ere landed on no venal fhore. 
Let never bard confult PaIladio*s rules; 

Let never bard, O Burlington! liuvey 

Thy learned art, in Chifwick's dome difplay'd j 195 

Dang'rous incentive ! nor with lingering eye 

Survey the window Venice caiis her own. 

Better for him with no ingrateful Mule 

To ling a requiem to that gentle ioul 

Who plann'd the iky light, which to lavish bards 200 

Conveys alone the pure ethereal ray; 

For garrets him, and lqualid walls, await, 

Unleis, prefageful, from this friendly ilrain 

He glean advice, and fliun the icribbkx's doom. 204 


\ 7 ET once again, and to thy doubtful fate 
■* The trembling Mule configns thee. Ere contempt, 
Or Want's empoilon'd arrow, ridicule, 
Transfix thy weak unguarded breaft, behold! 
The poet's roofs, the carelels poets, his 5 

Who (corns advice, fhail clofe my ierious lay. 

When Gulliver, now great, now iittle dtem'd, 
The plaything of Companion, arriv'd 
Where learned bol'oms their serial i'clitmes 
Projected, lmdious 01 the public weal, 10 

'Mid thele ore fubtler artift he dei'cry'd, 
Who cheriih'd in his dully tenement 
The lpider's web, injurious, ant 

Fair Albion's fleeces ! Never, nevei may 

2 5 


Our monarch on fuch fatal put pole irrrile, 15 

And irritate Minerva's beggar'd Ions, 
The Meikiham weavers ! Here in ev'ry nook 
Their wefts they ipun, here revell'd uncontioll'd, 
And, like the flags from Weftnainfter's high rcof 
Dependent, here their fiutt'nng textures wav'd. !• 
Such, i'o adorn'd the cell I mean to ling !■ 
Cell everi'qualid ! where the iheerful n,aid 
Will not fatigue her hand, broom never comes, 
That comes to all, o'er whole quielcent walls 
Aiachne's unmolelled care has drawn 
Curtains lubfufk, and lave th' expenfe of art. 

Survey thole walls, in fady texture clad, 
Where wand'ring fnails in many allimy path, 
Free, unreftrain'd, their various journies crawl ; 
Peregrinations ftrange, and labyrinths 3® 

Conlus'd, inextricable ! fuch the clue 
Of certain Ariadne ne'er explain'd ! 
Hooks ! angles ! crooks ! and involutions wild ! 
Mean-time, thus lilver'd with meanders gaj, 
In mimic pride the ihail-wrought tiffue mines, 35 

Perchance of tabby, or of harrateen, 
Not ill expreffive; fuch the povv'r of fnails! 

Behold his chair, whole fraftur'd feat infirm 
An aged cuihion hides ! replete with dull 
The toliag'd velvet, pleafing to the eye 40 

Of great Eii?a's reign, but now the lhare 
Of weary gueft that on the fpecious bed 
Sits down confiding. Ah ! ciiialtrous wight ! 
In evil hour and raihly dolt thou truft 
The fraud ful couch ! for tho' in velvet cas'd, 45 

The fated thigh (hall kifs the dully floor. 
The traveller thus, that o'er Hibernian plains 
Hathihap'd his way, on beds protufeof flow'rs, 
Cowflip, orprimrole, or the circ'iar eye 
Of daily fair, decrees to balk fupirie. 5» 

And fee ! delighted, down he drops, fecure 
Of tweet refreshment, eafe without annoy, 
Or luicious noon-day nap. Ah '. much deceiv'd, 
Much luff' ring pilgrim! thou nor noon-day nap 



Nor fweet repofefhalt find ; the fa lie morafs 55 

Jn quivYmg undulations yields beneath 
Thy burden, in the miry gulf enclosed ! 
And who would truft appearance ? caft thine eye 
Where "mid machines ot het"rogenous form 
His coat depends, alas! his only coat, 60 

E!de(t of things ! and haplefs, as an heath 
Of fmall extent by fleecy myriads graz'd. 
Not diff'rent have I ieen in dreary vault 
Difplay'd a coffin ; on each fable fide 
The texture iinmolefted feems entire; 63 

Fraudful, when touch'd it glides to duft away, 
And leaves the wondYing fwain, to gape, to ltare, 
And with exprefiive fhrug and piteous iigh 
Declare the fatal force of rolling years, 
Or dire extent oi frail mortality. 70 

This aged velfure, icorn of gazing beaus 
And formal cits, (themfelves too haply lcom'd,) 
Both on its fleeve and on its fkirt retains 
Full many a pin wide fparklmg : for if e'er 
Their well-known creit met his delighted eye, 75 

Tho" wrapt in thought, commercing with the iky, 
He, gently ftooping, fcorn'd not to upraife, 
And on each fleeve, as confcious of their ule, 
Indenting fix them ; nor, when arm'd with thefe, 
The cure of rents and reparations dire, 2m 

And charms enormous, did he view difmay'd 
Hedge, bramble, thicket, buffi, portending fate 
To breeches, coat, and hole ! had any wight 
Of vulgar fkill the tender texture wvn'd ; 
But gave his mind to form a Ibnnet quaint 85 

Of Silvia's fhoe-ftring, or of Chlce's fan, 
Or fweetly-famion'd tip of Celia's ear. 
Alas ! by frequent ule decays the force 
Of mortal art! the refractory robe 
Eludes the tailor's art, eludes his own 3 <"? 

How potent once, in union quaint conjoin'd ! 
See near his bed (his bed, too falfely call'd 
The Place of Reft, while it a bard iultair.s, 
Pale, meagre, mufe-rid wight ! who reads in vain 


Narcotic volumes o'er) his candfeihck, 95 

Radiant machine! when from the plaltick hand 
Of Mulciber, the may'r of Birmingham, 
The engine iilii'd ; now, alas ! dilginV d 
By many an uncluous tide, that wand'ring down 
Its n des congeal j what he, perhaps, eflays, 100 

With humour forc'd, and ill dilTembied linile, 
Idly to liken to the poplar's trunk, 
When o'er its bark the lucid amber, wound 
In many a pleating fold, incrufts the tree; 
Or fuits him more the winter's candy'd thorn, 105 

When from each branch, anneal'd, the works of irolt 
Pervafive, radiant icicles depend ? 

How (hall I fing the various ills that waits 
The careful fonnetteer? or who can paint 
The ihif ts enormous that in vain he forms 1 10 

To patch his panelefs window ; to ctm-nt 
His batter'd tea-pot, ill-retentive vale ! 
To war with ruin? anxious to conceal 
Want's fell appearance, of the real ill 
Nor foe nor fearful. Ruin unforefeen 115 

Invades his chattels; Ruin will invade, 
Will claim his whole invention to repair, 
Nor of the gift, for tunelul ends defign'd, 
Allow one part to decorate his fang ; 
While Ridicule, with ever-pointing hand, 120 

clous of tv'ry ihift, of ev'ry fhiit 
- ; :ti\£, his inmoft plot betrays, 
Poir.ts to the nook, which he is Study calls, 
Pompous and vain ! for thus he might elUem 
His c^eit a waidrobe, purfe a trealiuy ; 125 

And ihews, to crown her full difplay, himfelfj 
One whom thepow'rs above, in place of health 
And wonted vigour, of paternal cot 
Or little farm ; of bag, or fcrip, or ftaff, 
Cup, clilh, fpoon, piate, or worldly uteniil, 130 

A poet franVti, yet fram'd not to repine, 
And wifli the cobbler's, loftieft fite his own ; 
Nor, partial as they feem, upbraid the Fates, 
Who to the humbler mechanil'm jo;n'd 

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Good Co fuperiour, i'uch exalted blifs ! 135 

See with what feeming eal'e, what laboured peace, 
He, hapleis hypocrite! refines his nail, 
His chief amufement ! then hew feign'd, how fore'd, 
That care-defying ionnet which implies 
His debts diicharg'd, and he of halt-a-crown 140 

In full po.ieiiion, uncontefted right 
And property ! Yet, ah ! who'er this wight 
Admiring view, if inch their be, diftruft. 
The vain pretence; the imiles that harbour grief, 
As lurks the ierpent deep in fiow'rs enwreath'd. 145 
Forewarn'd, be frugal, or with prudent rage 
Thy pen demolish ; chule the trultier flail, 
And blels thol'e labours which the choice infpir'd. 
But if thou view'ft a vulgar mind, a wight 
Of common fenfe, who feeks no brighter name, 150 
Him envy, him admire, him, from thy breart, 
Prefcient of future dignities, falute 
Sheriff, or may'r, in comiorcable firs 
Enwrapt, lecure ; nor yet the laureat's crown 
In thought exclude him ! he perchance (hall rife 155 
To nobler heights than fortfight can decree. 

When fir d with wrath for his intrigues dilplay'd 
In many an idle long, Satumian Jove 
Vow'd lure deilruttiomto the tuneful race 159 

Appeas'd by fuppliant Phcebus ; " Bards," he faid, 
«« Henceforth of plenty, wealth and pomp debarr'd, 
" But fea by frugal cares, might wear the bay 
« Secure of thunder. " — Low the Dehan bow'd, 
Nor at th' invidious favour dar'd repine. 1 64 





T length fair Peace, with olive crown'd, regains 
Her lawful throne, and to the facred haunts 
Or wood or fount the frighted Mufe returns. 
Hanpy the bard who, from his native hills, 
Son muling on a rummer's eve, furveys 5 

His azure itream, with penlile woods enclos'd ; 
Or o'er the glaliy lurface with his friend, 
Or faithful fair, thro' bordYtng willows green, 
Wafts his fmall frigate. Fearfefs he of flouts 
Or taunts, the rhet'ric of the wat'ry crew 10 

That ape confufion from the realms they rule ; 
F< arleis of thel'e ; who (hares the gentler voice 
Oi peace and mulic ; birds of fweettft fong 
Attune from native boughs their various lay, 
And cheer the foielt ; birds of brighter plume 1$ 

With bufy pinion ikim the glitt'ring wave, 
And tempt the fun, ambitious todifplay 
Their feveral merit, while the vocal flute 
Ornumbei'd veiie, by female voice endear'd, 
Crowns his delight, and mollifies the fcene. zo 

If fclitudehis wand'ring fteps invite 
To fome more deep recef's, (for hours there are 
When, gay, when focial minds to friendihip's voice 
Or Beauty's charm her wild abodes prefer,) 
How piea's'd he treads her venerable fnades, 25 

Her iolemn courts ! the centre of the grove! 
The rcot-built cave, by far extended rocks 
Around embofom'd, how it fcoths the foul ! 
It fcoop'-d at firlt by ftuperftitions hands 
The rugged cell receiv'd alone the fhoals 30 

Of bigot minds, Religion dwells not here, 
Yet Virtue pieasM at intervals retires : 
Yet here may Wifdom, as me walks the maze, 
Some ferious truths collect, the rules of lite, 
And (erious truths of mightier weight than gold ! 35 

i aik not wealth ; but let me hoa^d with care, 
With, frugal cunning, with a niggard's art, 

Y 3 



A few fixM principles, in early life, 
Ere impede the fearch, exulor'd ; 
Then like old Latimer, when a_e impairs 4© 

My judgment's eye, when quibbling Icliools attack 
My grounded hope, or lubtler wits deride, 
Will I not blufh to ihun the vain debate, 
And this mine anfwer j " Thus, 'twas thus I thought, 
t* My mind yet vigorous, and my lbul entire ; 45 

" Thus will I think, averfe to lilten more 
" To intricate difcuflion, prone to Aray. 
" Perhaps my realbn may but ill defend 
" My fettled faith ; my mind, with age impair'd, 
i* Tco lure its own infirmities declare. 50 

" But I am arm'd by caution, ftudious youth, 
" And early forelight : new the winds may rife, 
" The tempelt whiftle, and the billows roar ; 
" My pinnace rides in port, defpoil'd and worn, 
" Shattered by time and liorms, but while it ihuns 55 
' Th' unequal conflict, and declines the deep, 
" Sees the ftrcng veflel fluctuate, lei's fecure." 

Thus while he flrays, a thouiand rural fcenes 
Suggeft inftruetion, and inftrucling pleafe. 
And fee betwixt the grove's extended arms 60 

An Abbey's rude remains attract thy view, 
Gilt by the mid-day fun : with ling'ring ftep 
Produce thine axe, (for, aiming to deft roy 
Tree, branch, or made, for never /hall thy bread 
Too long deliberate,) with tim'rous hand 65 

Remove th' obftxuelive bough ; nor yet refufe, 
Tno' fighing, to deftroy that tav'rite pine, 
Rais'd by thine hand, in its luxuriant prime 
Or beauty fair, that icietns the vail: remains. 
Aggnev'd, but conftant as the Roman liie, 70 

Tlie rigid Manlius, when his conqu'ring lbn 
Bled by a parent's voice, the cruel meed 
Of virtuous ardour timelefsly difplay'd ; 
Nor ceale till, thro' the gloomy road, the pile 
Gleam unobftructed ; thither oft' thine eye 75 

Shall fweetly wander; thence returning, footh 
With penfiye ictnts tbj philofophic miud. 


Thefe were thy haunts, thy opulent abodes, 
O Superilition ! hence the dire dneal'e 
(Balanc'd with which the fam'd Athenian peft 80 

Were a fhort headach, were the trivial pain 
Of traniient indignation) leiz'd mankind. 

Long iince (he rag'd, and lcarce a fouthern gale 
Warm'd our chill air, unloaded with the threats 
Of tyrant Rome; but futile all, tiil (he, 85 

Rome's abler legate, magnify Yl their pow'r, 
And in a thouiand horrid forms attir'd. 

Where then was truth to fanclity the page 
Of Briti(h annals ? if a foe expir'd, 
The perjur'd monk fuborn'd infernal fhrieks 90 

And fiends to fnatch at the departing foul 
Withhellifli emulation : if a friend, 
High o'er his roof exultant angels tune 
Their golden lyres, and watt him to thefkies. 94 

What then were vows, were oaths, were plighted 
The fovYeign's juft, the fubjeet's loyal paft, [faith ? 
To cherifh mutual good, annui'd and vain, 
By Roman m3gic, grew an idle l'croll 
Ere the frail JancYion of the wax was cold. 

With thee, Plantagenet !* from civil broils 100 
The land awhile-xelpn'd, and all was peace. 
Then Bccket role, and, impotent or mind, 
From regal courts withlawlefs fury march'd 
The church's blood-ltain'd convicts, and forgave, 
Bid murdYous prieits the fovYeign frown contemn, 
And with unhaliow'd croiier bruisYi the crown. id5 

Yet yielded not fupineiy tame a prince 
Of Henry's virtues ; learn'd, courageous, wife, 
Of fair ambition. Long his regal foul, 
Firm and ereir, the peevifh prieit e.xii'd, no 

And brav'd the fury of revengeful Rome. 
In vain ! let one faint malady limine 
The penfive gloom which Superstition loves, 
And ice him dwindled to a recreant groom, 
Rein the proud palfrey while theprieft afcends! 115 

* Kcnry Ii. 


Was Cceur-de-Lion* blefs'd with whiter days ? 
Here the cowl'd zealots with united cries 
Urg'd the crufade ; and fee ! of half his llores 
Peipoil'd the wretch whofe wifer bofom chole 
To blefs his friends, his race, his native land. 120 

Often fair funs that rode their annual race, 
Not one beheld him on his vacant throne; 
While haughty Longchamp,t 'mid his hv'ry files 
Of wanton vafials, fpoil'd his faithful realm, 
Battling in foreign fields ; collecting wide 
A laurel harveft for a pillag'd land. 125 

Oh ! dear-bought trophies ! when a prince deferts 
His drooping realm to pluck the barren l'prays ! 

When faithlefs John ufurp'd the fully'd crown, 
What ample tyranny ! the groaning land 130 

Deem'd earth, deem'd heavn, its foe! Six tedi:us 
Our helptefs fathers in defpair obey'd [j eai 3 

The papal interdict ; and who obey'd 
The iov'reign plur.der'd. O inglorious days ! 
"When the French tyrant, by the futile grant 135 

Of papal refcript, claim'd Britannia's throne, 
And durft invade ! be fuch inglorious days 
Or hence forgot, or not recalled in vain ! 

Scarce had the tortur'd ear, dejected, heard 
Rome's loud anathema, but heartlefs, dead 140 

To ev'ry purpofe, men nor wifh'd to live 
Nor dar'd to die. The poor laborious hind 
Heard the due curie, and from his trembling hand 
Fell the negle&ed crook that rui'd the plain : 
Thence journeying home, in ev'ry cloud he fees J4.5 
A vengeful angel, in whofe waving fcroll 
He reacts damnation ; fees its fable train 
Qf grim attendants pjncil'd by defpair ! 

The weary pilgrim from remoter climes 
By painful fteps arriv'd, his home, his friends, ijo 
His offspring left to lavimqn the fhrine 
Of fome far- honour' d faint his cotlly ltores, 
Inverts his foot- hep, fickens at the fight 
O. the barr'd fane, and (ilent ftieds his tear. 

* Richard I. t Bifhop of I': , Lard CI 


The wretch, whofe hope by item Oppreffion chas'd 
From ev'ry earthly bills, ftiil as it faw ^ i 50 

Triumphant wrong, took wing and flew to heav'n, 
And retted there, now mourn" d his refuge loft 
And wonted peace. The iacred fane was barr'd ; 
And the lone altar, where the mourners throng'd 
To fupplicate remiffion, i'moak'd no more: 1C1 

While the green weed luxuriant round uprofe. 
Some from their deathbed, whofe delirious faith 
Thro' ev'ry ftage of life to Rome's decrees 
Obfequious, humbly hop'd to die in peace, 165 

Now law the ghaftly king approach, begirt 
In tenfold terrours ; now expiring heard 
The laft loud clarion found, and H.av'n's decree 
With unremitting vengeance bar the Ikies. 
Nor light the grief, by Superftition vveign'd, 170 

That their dilhonour'd cori'e, fhut from tne verge 
Of hallow 'd earth, or tutelary fane, 
Muft deep with brutes, their vaflals, on the field, 
Unneath ibme path, in marie unxorcis'd ! 
No iolemn bell extort a neighbour's tear! 175 

No tongue of prieft pronounce their foul fecure, 
Nor fondeft friend affure their peace obtain'd! 

The prieft, alas ! fo boundlefs was the ill ! 
He, like the flock he pillag'd, pin'd foilorn ; 
The vivid vermeil fled his fady cheek, 1 So 

And his big paunch, diltented with the fpoils 
Of half his flock, emaciate, groan'd beneath 
Superior pride and mightier luft of pow'r! 
'Twasnow Rome's fondeft friend, whole meagre hand 
Told to the midnight lamp his holy beads 185 

With nice precision, teit the deeper wound, 
As ins guli'd foul iever'd the conclave more. 

Whom did the ruin lpare ? for wealth, lor pow'r, 
Birth, honour, virtue, enemy, and friend, 
Sunkhelpleis, in the dreary gulf invoiv'd, 190 

And one capricious curie envelop' d all ! 

Were kings lecure ? in tow'ring itations born, 
In flatt'ry nurs'd, inur'd tofcorn mankind, 
Or view dimmiih'd from their ijte iublime, . 


As when a fliepherd, from the lotty brow i 95 

Of feme proud cliff furveys his lefs'ning flock 
In fi;owy groups diffufive feud the vale. 

Awhile the furious menace John return'd, 
And breath'd defiance loud. Alas ! too 'foon 
Allegiance fick'ning, faw its fov'reign yield 200 

An angry prey to fcruples not his own. 
The loyal foldier, girt around with ftrength, 
Who itole from mirth and wine his blooming years, 
And feiz'd the fauchion, refolute to guard 
His fov 'reign's right, impalfy'd at the news, 205 

Finds the firm bias of his foul rcvers'd 
Forfoul defertion, drops the lifted fhe!, 
And quits Fame's noble harveff, to exnire 
The death of monks, of forfeit and of iloth ! 

At length, fatigu'd with wrongs, the fervile king 
Drain'd from his hand its fmall remaining frores zi 1 
To buy remiffion. But could thefe obtain ? 
No ! relolute in wrongs the prieftobdui \\, 
Till crawling bafe to Rome's deputed /lave, 
His fame, his people, and his crown, he ^ave. 215 
Mean monarch ! flighted, brav'd, abhorr'd, before ! 

Ar.d now, appeas'd by delegated fway, 
The wily pontiff fcorns not to recall 
His inrerdiftions. Now the (acred doors 
Admit repentant multitudes, prepar'd 220 

To buy deceit; admit ob'fequious tribes 
Of- iatraps : princes ! crawling to the fhrine 
Of fainted villainy ! the pompous tomb 
Dazzling with gems and gold, or in a cloud 
Of incenfe wieath'd, amidfc a drooping land 225 

That figh'd for bread ! T'is thus the Indian clove 
Diiplays its verdant leaf, its crimion flow'r, 
And fliedsits odours, while the flocks around, 
Hungry and faint the barren fands explore 
In vain ! nor plant nor herb endears the foil, 230 

Drain'd and exhault to fwell its thirty pores, 
And furnifh luxury — Yet, yet in vain 
JJritannia ftrovej and whether artlul Rome 


CarefsM or curs'd her, Superftition rag'J, 
And blinded, f'etter'd, and defpoil'd the land. 235 

At length fome murd'rous monk, with pois'nous 
ExpelPd the life his brethren robb'd of peace. [art, 

Nor yet lurceasM with John's dii'altrous fate 
Pontine fury : Englifh wealth exhaull, 
The fequent reign* beheld the beggar'd fhore 24.0 

Grim with Italian ufurers, prepar'd 
To lend, for griping unexampled hire, 
To lend — what Rome might pillage uncontroll'd. 

For now with more extenfive havock rag'd 
Relentlefs Greg'ry, w-ith a thouland arts, 245 

And each rapacious, born to drain the world ! 
Nor fliall the Mule repeat how oft' he blew 
The croife's trumpet ; then for funis of gold 
Annull'd the vow, and bade the f'alfe alarm 
Swell the grofs hoards of Henry or his own : 250 

Nor mail /he tell how pontiffs dar'd repeal 
The heft of charters! dar'd abfolve the tie 
Or Britim kings, by legal oath reftrain'd 3 
Nor can fhe dwell on argoiies of gold 
From Albion's realm to fervile fhores convey'd, 255 
Wrung from her fons, and fpeedtd by her kings ! 
Oh, irkfome days ! when wicked thrones combine 
With papal craft to gull their native land ! 

Such was our fate while Rome's director taught 

Of fubjecis born to be their monarch's prey, z6o 

To toil for monks, for gluttony to toil, 

For vacant gluttony ; extortion, fraud, 

For av'rice, envy, pride, revenge, and fhame ! 

doclrine breath'd from Stygian caves ! exhal'd 

From inmoft Erebus ! — Such Henry's reign ! 2SJ 

Urging his loyal realm's reluctant hand " 

To wield the peaceful fword, by John erewhile 

Fojc'd from its fcabbard, and with burniuYd lance 

- the lavage cure, domeitic war ! 

And now {bme nobler fpirits chas'd the mift 279 

Of geh'ral darknefs. Groited -j- now adoru'd 

* Ubruy III. who c^ncjil'J the Masma Chacia. 
t Biibop of LiiKeki, called Malleus RomanoruM. 


The mitred wreath he wore, with Reafon's fword 
Stagg'ring delufion's frauds ; at length beneath 
Rome's interdict expiring calm, rehgn'd 
No vulgar foul, that dar'd to Heav'n appeal ! 275 

But, ah ! this fertile glebe, this fair domain, 
Had well nigh ceded to the flothful hands 
Of monks libidinous, ere Edward's care 
The lavifh hand of deathbed Fear reftrain'd. 
Yet was he clear of Superftition's taint ! 280 

He, too, miidtemfnl of his wholefome law, 
Ev'n he, expiring, gave his trealur'd gold 
To fatten monks on Salem's diftant foil '. 

Yes, the Third Edward's brealt, to papal fway 
So little prone, and fierce in honour's caufe, 285 

Could Superftition quell 1 before the tow rs 
Of haggard Paris, at the thunder's voice 
Pie drops the fword, and figns ignoble peace ! 
But ltill the Night, by Romith artdiifus'd, 
Collects her clouds, and with flow pace recedes; 290 
When, by faft Bourdeau's braver queen approv'd, 
Bold Wickliff rofe 5 and while thebigot pow'r 
Amidft her native darknefs fkulk'd fecure, 
The demon vanifh'd as he fpread the day. 
So from his bolom Cacus breath'd cf old 295 

The pitchy cloud, and in a night of fmoke 
Secure, awhile his recreant life fuftain'd, 
Till fam'd Alcides, o'er his lubtleft wiles 
Victorious, cheer'd the ravag'd nations round. 

Hail, honour'd Wickliff ! entejprizing age ! 309 
An Epicurus in the caule of truth ! 
For 'tis not radiant funs, the jovial hours 
Of youthful i'pring, an ether all ferene, 
Nor all the verdure of Campania's vales 
Can chafe religious gloom ! 'Tis reafon, thought, 3C5 
The light, the radiance, that pervades the foul, 
And (beds its beams on heav'ns myfterious way ! 
As yet this light but glimmer'd, and again 
Errour prevailed ; while kings, by force uprais'd, 
Let loofe the rage of bigots on their foes, 310 

And leek affection by the dreadful boon 




Of licensed murder. Ev'n the kindeft prince, 

The moft extended breaft, the royal Hal ! 

All unrelenting heard the Lollards' cry 

Burft from the centre of remorfelefs flames ; 315 

Their fhrieks endur'd ! O ffain to martial praife ! 

When Cobham,' gen'rous as the noble peer 

That wears his honours, paid the fatal price 

Of virtue blooming ere the ltorms were laid ! 

Twas thus, alternate, truth's precarious flame 32Q 
Decay'd or fiouriuYd. With malignant eye 
The pontiff law Britannia's golden fleece, 
Once all his own, invert her worthier fbns ! 
Her verdant vallies, and her fertile plains, 
Yellow with grain, abjure his hateful fway ! 
Effay'd his utmoft art, and inly own'd 
No labours bore proportion to the prize. 

So when the tempter view'd, with envious eye, 
The firft fair pattern of the fenl?.ie frame, 
All Nature's beauties in one form difplay'd, 330 

And centring there, in wild amaze he flood ; 
Then only envying Heav'n's creative hand, 
\ v'hli'd to his gloomy reign his envious arts 
Might win this prize, and doubled ev'ry fnare. 

And vain were realbn, courage, learning, all, 335 
Till pow'r accede ; till Tudor's wild caprice 
Smile on their caufe ; Tudor ! whcfe tyrant reign, 
With mental freedom crown'd, the bed of kings 
might envious view, and ill prefer their own! 
Then Wolfey role, by Nature form'd to feek 34.0 

Ambition's trophies, by addrefs to win, 
By temper to enjoy — whofe humbler birth 
Taught the gay fcenes of pcmp to dazzle more. 

Then from its tow'ring height with horrid found 
Rufli'd the proud Abbey : then the vaulted roor , 34 5 
Torn from their walls, difclos'd the wanton fcene 
Of monkifli chaftity ! Each angry friar 
Crawl'd from his bedded flrumpet, mutt'ring low 
An ineffectual curie. The pervious nooks, 
That, ages paft, convey'd the guifeful pric-ft 353 

To play fome image on the gaping crowd, 



Imbibe the novel daylight, andexpofe, 
Obvious, the traudtulengirfry of Rome. 
As tho' this op'ning earth to nether realms 
Should flafh meridian day, the hooded race 355 

Shudder, abaiVd to find their cheats difplay'd, 
And, confcious of their guilt, and pleas'd to wave 
Its fearful meed, refign'd their fair domain. 
Nor yet lupine, ncr void of rage, retir'd 
The pelt gigantic, whofe revengeful ftroke 360 

Ting'd the red annals of Maria's reign, 
When from the tend'reft bread each wayward prieft 
Could banifh mercy and implant a fiend ! 
When cruelty the fun'ral pyre uprear'd, 
And bound .Religion there, and fir'd the bafe ! 365 
When the fame blaze, which on each tortur'd limb 
Fed with luxuriant rage, in ev'ry face 
Triumphant faith appear'd, and fmiling hope. 
O blefs'd Eliza I from thy piercing beam 
Forth flew this hated fiend, the child of Rome ; 370 
Driv'n to the verge of Albion, linger'd there, 
Then with her James receding, call behind 
One angry frown, and fought more fervile climes. 
Henceforth they ply'd the long-continued talk 
Of righteous havpck, cov'ring diftant fields 375 

With the wrought remnants of the fhatter'd pile, 
While thro' the land the muling pilgrim fees 
A track of brighter green, and in the midft 
Appears a mouldering wall, with ivy crown'd, 
Or Gothic turret, pride of ancient days ! 380 

Now but of ufe to grace a rural i'cene, 
To bound our villas, and to glad the fons 
Of George's reign, referv'd for fairer times ! 3S3 



Sed neque Medorum filva, ditiflima terra 
Nee pu'lcher Ganges, atque auro turbidus Haemus, 
X-audibus Angligenum certent ; non Bactra, nee Indi, 
Totaque turriferis Panchaia pinguis arenis. 

Yet let not Median woods (abundant tiack!) 
Nor Ganges* fair, nor Hzmus,f miter-like, 
P r oud of his hoarded gold, prelume to vie 
With Britain's boaft and praife ; nor Perfun Ba&rs,$ 
Nor India's coafts, nor all Panchaia'sll lands, 
Rich, and exulting in their lofty towers. 

T ET the green olive glad Hefpei ian fnores ; 

■*-' Her tawny citron, and her orange groves, 

Thefe kt Iberia boaft ; but if in vain 

To win the ftranger plant's diffuiivei'mile 

The Briton labours, yet our native minds, 5 

Our conliant boibms, thefe the dazzled world 

May view with envy ; thefe Iberian dames 

Survey with fix'd efteem and fond defire. 

Haplels Elvira ! thy diftaftrous fate 
May well this truth explain, nor ill adorn 10 

The Britifh lyre ; then chiefly, if the Mufe, 
Nor vain nor partial, from the iimple guife 
Of ancient record catch the peniivelay, 
And in lefs grov'lling accents give to fame. 
Elvira ! loveiieft maid ! th' Iberian realm 1 5 

Could boaft no purer breaft, no fprightlier mind, 
No race more ipiendent, and no form fo fair. 
Such was the chance of war, this peerlefs maid, 
In life's luxuriant bloom, enrich' d the fpoil 
Of Britifh viftors, victory's nobleft pride • 28 

She, flie alone, amid the wailful train 
Of captive maids, afiign'd to Henry's care, 
Lord of her life, her fortune, and her fame ! 

He, gen'rous youth 1 with no penurious hand, 
The tedious moments, that unjoyous roll 25 

Where Freedom's cheerful radiance mines no more, 
EiTay'd to lbften; coni'cious of the pang 

* Ganges---lhe greateft river, which divides the Indies in two parts. 
f Htzmui— an high mountain, dividing Thrace and Theffaly. 
$ Balira —the Ba<£triar,s, provincials of Perlia. 

!l Panchaia~z coin ry of Araoia Felix, fruitful in frankiricenfe and 
various fpiees, remarkable alfo for its many towers and lofty buildings. 

Z » 


That Beauty feels, to wafte its fleeting hours 
In fome dim fort, by foreign rule rerlrain'd, 
Far from the haunts of men or eye of day ! 30 

Sometimes, to cheat her bol'cm of its cares, 
Her kind protector number'd o'er the toils 
Himfclf had worn 5 the frowns of angry feas, 
Or hoftile rage, or faithlefa friend, more tell 
Than ftorm or foe ; if haply me might find 35 

Jier cares diminilh'd ; frmtlefs, fond effay ! 
Now to her lovely hand with model! awe 
The tender lute he give ; flie, not averfe, 
Nor deflitute of fkill, with willing hand 
Call'd forth angelic ltrains ; the lacred debt 40 

Of gratitude, (he laid, whole jult commands 
Still might her hand with equal pride obey ! 

Nor to the melting founds the nymph refus'd 
Her vocal art 5 harmonious as the ftrain 
Of fome impi ii'on'd lark, who, daily cheer'' d 45 

By guardian cares, repays them with a fong, 
Nor droops, nor deems tweet liberty refign'd. 

The fong, not artleis, had lhe framed to paint 
Difaftrous paflion ; how, by tyrant laws 
Of idiot cultom fway'd, fome loft- ey'd fair 50 

Lov'd only one, nor dar'd that love reveal ! 
How the foft anguifh baniuYd from her cheek 
The damalk role full-blown ; a fever came, 
And from her bofom fore'd the plaintive tale ; 
Then, fwift as light, he fought the love-lorn maid, 
But vainly fought her, torn by fwifter late 56 

To join the tenants of the myrtle (hade, 
Love's mournful victims on the plains below. 

Sometimes, as Fancy fpoke the pleafing talk, 
She taught her artful needle to difplay 60 

The various pride of luring; then fwift upfprung 
Thickets of myrtle, eglantine, and role: 
There might you fee, on gentle toils intent, 
A train of buiy Loves ; fome pluck the flow'r, 
Some twine the garland, fome with grave grimace 
Around a vacant warriour call the wreath, 66 


'Twas paint, 'twas life ! and lure to piercing eyes 
The warriour's face depi&ur'd Henry's mien. 

Now had the gen'rous chief with joy perus'd 
The royal icroll, which to their native home, 70 

Their ancient rights, uninjur'd, unredeem'd, 
Reftor'd the captives. Forth with rapid halle 
To glad his fair Elvira's ear he fprung, 
Fir'd by the blifs he panted to convey ; 
But fir'd in vain! Ah ! what was his amaze, 75 

His fond diltrefs, when o'er her pallid face 
Dejection reign'd, and from her lifelefs hand 
Down dropt the myrtle's fair unfiniih'd flow'r ! 
Speechlefs (he flood ; at length with accents faint, 
'* Well may my native fhore," fhe faid, " refound 80 
" Thy monarch's praife ; and here Elvira prove 
" Of thine forgetful 5 flow'rs flia.ll ceafe to feel 
" The folt'ring breeze, and Nature change her laws!" 

And now the grateful edicT; wide alarm M 
The Britilhhoft. Around the fmiling youths, 85 
Caird to their native fcenes, with willing halte 
Their fleet unmoor, impatient of the love 
That weds each bofom to its native foil. 
The patriot paffion! llrong in ev'ry clime, 
How jultly theirs who find no foreign i'weets 50 

To diffipate their loves or match their own. 

Not lb Elvira ! me, difaftrous maid ! 
Was doubly captive ; pow'r nor chance could loofe 
The fubtile bands ; lhe lov'd her gen'rous foe j 
She, where her Henry dwelt, her Henry l'mil'd, 55 
Could term her native more ; her native fhore, 
By him deferted, fome unfriendly firand, 
Strange, bleak, forlorn ! a defert wafte and wild. 

The fleet careen'd, the wind propitious fill'd 
The fwelling fails, the glitt'ring transports wav'd 
Their pennants gay, and halcyons' azure wing, 10 1 
With flight aufpicious, fkimm'd the placid mam. 

On her lone couch in tears Elvira lay, 
And chid th' officious wind, the tempting fea, 
And wifh'd a llorm as mercilels as tore - 105 

Her lab'ring bolbm, Fondly now ihe flrove 

Z 3 


To banifh paffion ; now the vaffal days, 

The captive moments, that fo imoothly paft, 

By many an art recalTd ; now from her lute 

With trembling fingers call'd the fav'rite founds no 

Which Henry deign'd to praii'e; and now effay'd, 

With mimic chains of lilken fillets wove, 

To paint her captive ftate ; if any fraud 

Might to her love the pleafing fcenes prolong, 

And with the dear idea feaft the foul. 115 

But now the chief rcturnd, prepar'd to lanch 
On Ocean's willing breaft, and bid adieu 
To his fair pris'ner. She, foon as Hie heard 
His hated errand, now no more conceal'd 
The raging flame, but with a l'preading blufli 120 
And rifing ligh the latent pang difclos'd. 

<< Yes, geifrous youth ! I fee thy bofom glow 
" With virtuous tranfport, that the talk is thii.e 
«« To folve my chains, and to my weeping friends, 
" And ev'ry longing relative, reftore 125 

*« Afoft-ey'd maid, a mild offcncelei's prey ! 
" But know, my Soldier! never youthful mind^ 
" Torn from the lavilh joys of wild expenle 
« By him he loath'd, and in a dungeon bound 129 
*i To languilh out his bloom, could match the pains 
«' This ill ftarr'd freedom gives my tortur'd mind. 

« What call I freedom? is it that theie limbs, 
«« From rigid bolts i'tcure, may wander far 
<•" From him I love? Alas ! ere I may boaft 
« That facred bleffing, fome fuperiour pow'r 1 }J 
«« To mortal kings, to fubhmary thrones, 
" Muft loole my paiuon, muft unchain my foul : 
*< Ev'n that I loathe : all liberty 1 loathe 1 
« But moil the joylei's privilege to gaze 
«« With cold indifFrence where defert is love. 14® 

«' True, I was bom an alien to thofe eyes 
« I afk alone to pleafe ; my foi tune's crime ! 
♦« And ah! this flatter'd form, by dufs endcar'd 
*« To Spanifli eyes, by drefs may thine offend, 
< e Whillt I, ill-fated maid! ordain'd to ftrive 145 
f« With cullom's load, beneath itsweight expire. 


" Yet Henry's beauties knew in foreign garb 
" To vanquish me ; his form, howe'er difguis'd, 
" To me were fetal ! no fantaftic robe 
*f That e'er Caprice invented, Cuftom wore, 150 

*« Or Folly iniil'd on, could eclipie thy charms. 

" Perhaps by birth decreed, by Fortune plac'd 
*' Thy country's fee, Elvira's warm eft plea 
" Seems but the fubtler accent fraud infpires ; 
" My tend'reft glances but the lpecious flow'rs, 155 
« That made the viper while fhe plots her wound. 
" And can the trembling candidate of love 
*« Awake thy fears ? and can a female bread, 
(t By ties of grateful duty bound, enfnare ? 
tl Is there no brighter mien, no fotter fmile 160 

" For Love to wear, to dark Deceit unknown ? 
" Heav'n fearch my foul ! and if thro' all its cells 
(' Lurk the pernicious drop of pois'nous guiie, 
«< Full on my fencelefs head its phial'd wrath 
" May Fate exhauft, and for my happieft hour 165 
« Exalt the vengeance I prepare for thee ! 

" Ah me ! nor Henry's nor his country's foe, 
t£ On thee I gaz'd, and Reafon foon diipell'd 
" Dim Errour's gloom, and to thyfavour'd ifle 
< { Aftign'd its toral merit, unreftrain'd. 173 

" Oh ! lovely region to the candid eye ! 
«' 'Twas there my fancy faw the Virtues dwell, 
< £ The Loves, the Graces, play, and blelVd the foil 
«' Thatnurtur'd thee! for lure the Virtues form'd 
<■ Thy gen'rous breaft, the Loves, the Graces plann'd 
* { Thy mapely limbs. Relation, birth, effay'd 1 •<"> 
«' Their partial pow'r in vain ; again I gaz'd, 
(i And Albion's ille appear'd, amidft a track 
" Of lavage waftes, the darling of the Ikies! 
i l And thou by Nature form'd, by Fate aliign'd, 180 
" To paint the genius of thy native fhore. 

" 'Tis true, with fiow'rs, with many a dazzling fcene 
«' Of burnifh'd plants, to lure a female eye, 
«' Iberia glows ; but, ah! the genial fun, 
<: That gilds the lemon's fruit, or i'cents the fiow'r, 
f ? On Spanilh minds, a nation's nobler boaft S ?8<5 


'« Beams forth ungentle influences. There 
" Sits Jealouiy enthron'd, and at each ray 
«' Exultant lights his flow confirming fires. 
" Not fuch thy charming region ; long before 1 90 
«' My fweet experience taught me to decide 
li Of Englifli worth, the found had pleas'd mine ear. 
*' Is there that lavage coaft, that rude fojourn, 
'« Stranger to Britiih worth? the worth which forms 
te The kind eft friends, the mcft tremendous toes j 
«' Firft, beft fupports of liberty and love ! 196 

" No, let fubjefted India! while lhe throws 
" O'er Spanifli deeds the veil, your praife lvfound. 
" Long as I heard, or ere in ftory read 
** Of Englilh fame, my biats'd partial breaft 200 
*« Wifh'd them fuccefs : and happielt lhe, I cry'd, 
« Of women happieft Are, who {hares the love, 
« { The fame, the virtues, of an Englifli lord. 
" And now, what fliall I fay ? Blels'd be the hour 
« Your fair-built veflels touch'd th' Iberian fhores : 
« Blefs'd, did I fay, the time ? if I may blels 206 
" Thatlov'd event, let Henry's fniiles declare. 
«* Our hearts and cities won, will Henry's youth 
" Forego its nobler conqueft? will he flight 
«* The loft endearments of the lovelier fpoil ? 21a 
« And yet Iberia's Ions, with ev'ry vow 
« Of Siting faith, have fworn thefe humble charms 
" Were not exceli'd ; the fource of all their pains, 
" And love her juft defert, who lues for love, 
" But lues to thee, while natives ligh in vain. 215 

** Perhaps in Henry's eye (for vulgar minds 
« Diffent from his) it fpreads an hateful ftain 
" On honeft Fame amid his train to bear 
« A female friend. Then learn, my gentle youth ! 
** Not Love himfelf, with all the pointed pains 220 
«' That llore his quiver, fhall feduce my foul 
" From honour's laws. Elvira once deny'd 
" A conl'ort's name, more fwift than lightning flies 
<< When elements difcordant vex the Iky, 
«< Shall, bluflung, from the form lhe loves retire. 225 


« Yet if the fpecious wifh the vulgar voice 
" Has titled Prudence, fways a foul like thine, 
" In gems or gold what proud Iberian dame 
11 Eclipiesme? Nor paint the dreary irorms 229 

<( Or hairbreadth 'fcapes that haunt theboundlefs deep, 
*' And force from tender eyes the filent tear ; 
'* When Merrfry to the penlive maid fuggefts 
c< In full contrail the fafe domeftic fcene 
* c For theferefign'd. Beyond the frantic rage 
*' Of conquVing heroes brave, the female mind, 235 
<c When fteel'd by love, in Love's molt horrid way 
(< Beholds not darker, or, beholding icorns. 
11 Heav'n take my life, but let it crown my love!" 

She ceas'd ; and ere his words her fate decreed, 
Impatient, watch 'd the language of his eye : 240 

There Pity dwelt, and from its tender fphere 
Sent looks of love, and faithlei's hopes infpir'd. 

" Forgive me, gen'rous maid !" the youth return'd, 
" If by thy accents charm'd, thus long I bore 
*' To let fuch fweetnefs plead, alas ! in vain ! 245 

" Thy virtue merits more than crowns can yield 
«' Of folid blifs, or happieft love beftow : 
** Bat ere from native mores I ploughed the main, 
" To one dear maid, by virtue, and by charms 
" Alone endear'd, my plighted vows I gave, 250- 
*' To guard my faith, whatever chance ihould wait 
" My warring lword : if conqueit, fame, and fpoil, 
" Grac'd my return, before her feet to pour 
" The glitt'ring treafure, and the laurel wreath, 
" Enjoying conqueft then, and fame and fpoil: 255 
" If Fortune frown'd adverfe, and Death forbade 
" The bliisful union, with my lateft breath 
tl To dwell on Medway's and Maria's name. 
(: This ardent vow deep-rooted, trom my foul 
" No dangers tore; this vow my bofom hVd 260 

*' To conquer danger, and the ipoil enjoy. 
'* Her mall I leave, with fair events elate, 
*' Who crpwn'd mine hum'oieft fortune with her love? 
" Her mall I leave, who now, perchance, alone 
f« Climbs the proud cliff, and chides my flow return ? 


" And (hall that vefiel, whofe approaching fails 266 
«« Shall (well her breaft, with ecrlafies convey 
«« Death to her hopes, and anguifh to her foul ? 
" No! may the deep my villain corfe devour, 
" If all the wealth Iberian mines conceal, 270 

" If all the charms Iberian maids dilclofe, 
" If thine, Elvira, thine, uniting all! 
(i Thus far prevail — nor can thy virtuous breaft 
" Demand what honour, faith, and love, denies." 

" Oh! happy me,"' rejoin'd the peniive maid, 275 
*' Who (hares thy fame, thy virtue, and thy love I 
" And be (he happy ! thy diilinguim'd choice 
*' Declares her worth, and vindicates her claim. 
" Farewell my lucklei's hopes! my flatt'ring dreams 
«' Of rapt'rous days! my guilty l'uit, farewell! 2S0 
" Yet fond, howe'er my plea, or deep the wound 
'* That waits my fame, let not the random (haft 
" Of Cenfure pierce with me th' Iberian dames ; 
" They love with caution, and with happier ftars. 
" And, oh! by pity mov'd, reftrain the taunts 2S5 
'* Of levity, nor brand Elvira's flame; 
" By merit rais'd, by gratitude approv'd, 
" By hope confirm'd, with artlefs truth reveal'd, 
" Let, let me fay, but for one matchltfs maid 
" Of happier birth, with mutual ardour crown'd. 290 

" Thefe radiant gems, which burnifh Happinefs, 
" But mock Misfortune, to thy fav'rite's hand 
" With care convey; and well may fuch adorn 
" Her cheerful front, who finds in thee alone 
" The fource of ev'ry tranfport, but difgrace 295 
" My penfive bi-eaft, which, doomM to lafting wo, 
*« In thee the fource of ev'ry blifs refign. 

" And now, farewell, thou darling youth ! the gem 
" Of Englilh merit ! Peace, content, and joy, 
" And tender hopes, and young defues, farewell ! 300 
» Attend, ye flailing Train! this gallant mind 
t( Back to his native'fhores ; there fweetly fmooth 
" His ev'ning pillow, dance around his groves, 
** And where he treads with vi'lets paint his way: 
«' But leave Elvira ! leave her, now no more 305 


Your frail companion ! in the facred cells 
Of fome lone cloifter let me fhroud my fhame ; 
There to tlie matin bell, obfequious, pour 
My conftant orifons. The wanton Loves 
And gayDefiresfhall ipy theglimm'ring tow'rs, 310 
And wing their flight aloof: but reft confiim'd, 
That never mall Elvira's tongue conclude 
Her fhorteft pray'r ere Henry's dear fuccefs 
The warmeft accent of her zeal employ." 
Thus fpoke the weeping fair, whole artlefs mind 

Impartial lccrn'd to model her efteem 
By native cuftoms, drel's, and face, and air, 
And manners, lefs ; nor yet refolv'd in vain. 
He, bour.d by prior love, the folemn vow 
Giv'n and receiv'd, to foft compaffion gave 
A tender tear ; then with that kind adieu 
Efteem could warrant, weary'd Heav'n with pray 
To fhield that tender breaft he left forlorn. 

He ceas'd, and to the cloifter's penfive fcene 
Elvira ftiap'd her iblitary way. 







Air , ragicus ecingensj 

Intantujnqiie aniniae Rentes in limine primo. Virg B 

And mingled founds and infant plaints we hear. 
That pierce the entrance thrill, and wound the tender ear. 


What Particulars In Spenfer "were imagined moft proper 
r or the Author's Imitation on this Occqfion are his Language^ 
his Simplicity, his Manner of Defcription, and a peculiar 
Tender nefs of Sentiment remarkable throughout his Works, 


AH me ! full forely is my heart forlorn, 
To think how mbdeft worth neglected lies, 
While partial Fame doth with her blafts adorn 
Such deeds alone as pride and pomp difguife, 
Deeds of ill fort, and milch ievous emprize : 5 

Lend me thy clarion, Goddels ! let me try 
To found the praife of Merit ere it dies, 
Such as I eft' have chaunced to efpy 
Loit in the dreary fliades of dull obfeurity. 

In ev'ry village mark'd with little fpire, 1 a 

EmbowVd in trees, and hardly known to fame, 
There dwells, in lowly fhades and mean attire, 
A matron old, whom we Schoolmiftrefs name, 
Who boafts unruly brats with birch to tame j 
They grieven fore, in piteous durance pent, J 5 

Aw'd by the pow'r of this relentlel's dame, 
And oft' times, on vagaries idly bent, 
For unkempt hair, or tafk unconn'd, are forely fhent. 

And all in fight doth rife a birchen tree, 
Which Learning near her little dome did ftowe, 20 
Whilom a twig of fmall regard to fee, 
Tho' now fo wide its waving branches flow, 
And work the fimple vaffals mickle wo ; 
For not a wind might curl the leaves that blew, 
But their limbs fliudder'd, and their pulfebeat low, 25 
And as they look'd they found their horrourgrew, 
And fliap'd it into rods, and tingled at the view. 



IV. * 

So have I feen (who has not may conceive) 
A lifelefs phantom near a garden plac'd, 
So doth it wanton birds of peace bereave 30 

Of lport, of long, of pleafure, of repaft; 
They ftart, they ftare, they wheel, they look aghaft ; 
Sad fervitude ! fuch ccmfortlefs annoy 
IVlay no bold Briton's riper age e'er tafte ! 
Ne iuperftition clog his dance of joy, 35 

Ne vilion empty, vain, his native blils deftroy. 

Near to this dome is found a patch fo green, 
On which the tribe their gambols do difplay, 
And at the door impris'ning board is feen, 
Left weakly wights of lmaller fize mould ftray, 40 
Eager, perdie, to baik in funny day! 
The noiies intermix'di which thence refound, 
Do Learning's little tenement betray, 
Where fits the the dame, difguis'd in look profound, 
And eyes her Fairy throng, and turns her wheel around. 

Her cap, far whiter than the driven fnowe, 4.6 

Emblem right meet of decency does yield ; 
Her apron, dy'd in grain, as blue, I trowe, 
As is the harebell that adorns the field 5 
And in her hand, for fceptre, fhe does wield 50 

Tway birchen fprays, with anxious fear entwin'd, 
With darkdiftruft and fad repentance fill'd, 
And ftedfaft hate, and fharp affliction join'd, 
And fury uncontroull'd, and chaftifement unkind. 


Few but have kenn'd, in femblance meet pourtray'd, 
The childifh faces of old ^Eol's train, , 56 

Libs, Notus, Aufter : thefe in frowns array 'd, 
How then would fare or earth, or fky, or main, 
Were the ftern god to give his Haves the rein ? 
And were not fhe rebellious breads to quell, 60 

And were not fhe her ftatutes to maintain, 
The cot no more, I ween, were deem'd the cell 
Where comely Peace of Mind, and decent Order dwell. 

A A 



A ruflet ftole was o'er her flioulders thrown, 
A ruffet kirtle fenc'd the nipping air; 65 

' Pwas fimple ruffet, but it was her own ; 
'Twas her own country bred the flock (b fair ; 
'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare ; 
And, footh to lay, her pupils, rang'd around, 
Thro' pious awe did term it palling rare, 70 

Fcr they in gaping wonderment abound, 
And think, no doubt, Ihe been the greater! wight on 

IX. [ground, 

Albeit ne flatt'ry did corrupt her truth, 
Ne pompous title did debauch her ear, 
Goody, good-woman, goffip, n'aunt, forfooth, 75 
Or dame, the fole additions (he did hear; 
Yet thefe (he challeng'd, thefe (lie held right dear ; 
Ne would efteem him aft as moUght behove 
Who (hould not honour'd eld with thefe revere ; 
For never title yet fo mean could prove, 3s 

But there was eke a mind which did that title love. 

One ancient hen (lie took delight to feed, 
The plodding pattern of the bufy dame, 
Which ever and anon, impel! "d by need, 
Into her fchool, begirt with chickens, came, 25 

Such favour did her paft deportment claim ; 
And if r,egle<St had laviftYd on the ground 
Fragment of bread, (he would collect the fame ; 
For well (lie knew, and quaintly could expound, 89 
What (in it were to waile the iinallelt crumb (he found. 

Herbs, too, (he knew, and we'll of each could fpeak, 
That in her garden iipp'd the lilv'ry dew, 
Where no vain flow'r difclos'd a gaudy (freak, 
But herbs for ufe, and phyfic, not a few, 
Of grey renown, within thofe borders grew ; 95 

The tufted baill, pun-provoking thyme, 
Frc(h baum, and raarygold of cheerful hue, 
The lowly gill, that never dares :o climb, 
And more I fain would ling, difdaining here to rhyme- 



Yet euphrafy may not be left unfung, 100 

That gives dim eyes to wander around, 

And pungent radifb, biting infant's tongue, 

And plamtain ribb'd, that heals the reaper's wound, 

Andmarj'ram fweet, in fh'epherd's pofie found, 

And lavender, whole pikes of azure bloom 105 

Shall be, erewhile, in arid bundles bound, 

To lurk amidlt the labours of her loom, 

And crown her kerchief clean with mickle rare per- 

XIII. [fume. 

And here trim rofemarine, that whilom crown'd 
The daintieft garden of the proudeft peer, no 

Ere, driv'n from its envy'd fite, it found 
A facred (belter for its branches here, 
Where edg'd with gold its glitt'ring ikirts appear. 
Oh wailel days 1 O cultoms meet and well ! 
Ere this was banifh'd from its lofty fpheres j i\ e 

Simplicity then fought this humble cell, 
Nor ever would fhe more with thane and lordlin°- dwell. 

Here oft' the dame, on Sabbath's decent eve, 
Hymned fuch pialms as Sternhold forth did metej 
If winter 'twere, fne to her hearth did cleave, izo 

But in her garden found a fummer-leat : 
Sweet melody ! to hear her then repeat 
How Ifrael's ions, beneath a foreign king, 
While taunting fee-men did a fong entreat, 
All for the nonce untuning ev'ry firing, 115 

Uphung their ufelefs lyres — imall heart had they to fing. 

For fhe was juft, and friend to virtuous lore, 
And pafs'd much time in truly virtuous deed ; 
And in thole elfins' ears would oft deplore 
The times when Truth by Popilh rage did bleed, 1 30 
And tortious death was true Devotion's meed ; 
And fimple Faith in iron chains did mourn, 
That nould on wocden image place her creed ; 
And lawny faints in fmould'ring flames did burn : [turn. 
Ah ! deareft Lord ! forefend thilk days mould e'er re- 
Aa % 



In elbow chair, like that of Scottifli ftem, 1 36 

By the (harp tooth of cank'ring Eld defac'd, 

In which, when he receives his diadem,. 

Our fbv'rcign prince andliefeit liege is plac'd, 

The matron fate, and ibme with rank ihe grac'd, 140 

(The fourceof children's and of courtier's pride!) 

RedrelVd affronts, for vile affronts there pals'd, 

And warn'd them not the fretful to deride, 

But love each other dear, whatever them betide. 

Right well flie knew each temper to defcry, 14$ 

To thwart the proud, ami the lubmifs to raife, 
Some with vile copper prize exalt on high, 
And fome entice with pittance fmallof praife, 
And other fome with baleful lprig (he 'frays : 
Ev'n abfent, fhe the reins of po.v'r doth hold, 1 50 
While with quaint arts the giddy crowd fhe fwaysj 
Forewarn'd, if little bird- their pranks behold, 
' Twill whiiper in her ear, and all the fcene unfold. 

Lo now with ftate flie utters the command! 
Eftlbons the urchins to their talks repair, 155 

Their books, of feature (mall, they take in hand, 
Which with pellucid horn fecured are, 
To lave from finger wet the letters lair ; 
The work fo gay, that on their back is feen 
St. George's high atchieveinents does declare, 160 

On which thilk wight that has y-gazing been 
Kens the forthcoming rod, unplealing light, I ween ! 

Ah ! lucklefs he, and born beneath the beam 
Of evil flar ! it irks me whiiit I write ! 
As erfl the bard * by Mulla's iilver ftream, 165 

Oft' as he told of deadly dolorous plight, 
Sigh'd as he fung, and did in tears indite ; 
For brandifhing the rod, fhe doth begin 
To looie the brogues, the ftripling's late delight! 
And down they drop, appears li is dainty fkin, 179 

Fair as the furry coat of whitdl ermilin. 
* Spenfer. 



O ruthful fcene! when from a nook obfcure 

His little filter doth is peril fee ; 

All playful as (he fate (he grows demure, 

She finds full foon her wonted fpirits flee; 175 

She meditates a pray'r to fet him free $ 

Nor gentle pardon could this dame deny, 

(If gentle pardon could with dames agree) 

To her fad grief that fwells in either eye, 

And wrings her fo that all for pity Ihe could die. 180 

No longer can fhe now her fhrieks command, 
And hardly ihe forbears, thro' awful fear, 
To rulhen forth, and, with prefumptuous hand, 
To flay harm juftice in its mid career. 
On thee fhe calls, on thee, her parent dear! 185 

( AJi ! too remote to ward the fhameful blow !) 
She fees no kind dcmeftic vifage near, 
And foon a flood of tears begins to flow, 
And gives a loofe at laft to unawailingwo. 

But, ah ! what pen his piteous plight may trace? 190 
Or what device his loud laments explain ? 
The form uncouth of his diiguifed face ? 
The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain? 
The plenteous fhow'r that does his cheek diftain ? 
When he in abjedt wife implores the dame, 195 

Ne hopeth aught of fweet reprieve to gain, 
Or when from high fhe levels well her aim, [claim. 
And thro' the thatch his cries each falling ftroke pro- 

The other tribe, aghaft, with fore difmay 
Attend, and conn their tafk with mickle care ; 200 
By turns, aftony'd, ev'ry twig furvey, 
And from their fellows' hateful wounds beware, 
Knowing, I wift, how each the fame may fhare j 
Till fear has taught them a performance meet, 
And to the well-known cheft the dame repair, 205 
Whence oft'' with fugar cates fhe doth 'em greet, 
And gingerbread y-rare, now, certes, doubly fweet ! 

Aa 3 


See to their feats they Iiye with merry glee. 
And in befeemly order iitten there, 
All but the wight of bum y-galled, he 210 

Abhorreth bench, and Itooi, and fourrri, and chair, 
(This hand in mouth y-fix'd, that rends his hair ;) 
And eke with fnubs profound, and heaving-breaft, 
Convuliions intermitting ! does declare 
His grievous wrong, his dame's unjuft belieff, 215 
Andfcorns her offer'd love, and fhuns to be carefs'u. 

His face befprent, with liquid cryftal mines, 
His blooming face, that feems a purple flow'r, 
Which low to earth its drooping head declines, 
All fmear'd and fully 'd by a vernal fhow'r, 220 

O the hard bofoms of defpotic Pow'r ! 
All, all, but fhe, the author of his fhame, 
All, all, but me, regret this mournful hour ; 
Yet hence the youth, and hence the flow'r /hall claim, 
If fo I deem aright, tranfeerding worth and lame. 2Z5 

Behind fome door, in melancholy thought, 
Mindlefs of food, he, dreary caitiff! pints, 
Nefor his fellows' joyauncecar -th aught, 
But to the wind all merriment refigns, 
And deems it fhame if he to peace inclines ; 230 

And many a fullen look afkaunce ;s lent, 
Which for his dame's annoyance he defigr.s j 
And ftill the more to pieaiuie him file's bent, 
The more doth he, pervtr.e. her 'haviour paft refent, 

Ah me ! how much I fear ieit pride it be ! 235 

But it that pride it be, winch thus in fp ires,, 
Beware, ye dames ! with nice dii'cemmerit fee 
Ye quench not, too, the lparks of nobler fires : 
Ah! better far than all the Mules' lyres, 
All coward arts, is valour's gen'rous heat ; 240 

The firm fixt breaft which fit and right requires, 
Like Vernon's patriot foul ! more juftly great 
Than craft that pimps for ill, or flow'ry lake deceit. 


Yet nurs'd with fcill, what dazzling fruits appear ! 
Ev'n now iagacious forefight points to mow 245 

'A little bench of heedlefs bifhops here, 
And there a chancellour in embryo, 
Or bard fublime, if bard may e'er be fo, 
As Milton, Shakefpeare, names that r.e'er mail die! 
Tho' now he crawl along the ground id low, 250 

Nor weeting hew the Mufe mould liar on high, 
Wiiheth, poor ftarv"lling eif ! his paper kite may fly. 

And this, perhaps, who, cens'ring the defign, 
!Low lays the houie which that of cards doth build, 
Shall Dennis be ! if rigid Fates incline, 255 

And many an epic to bis lage mail yield, 
Ar.d many a poet quit th' Aonian £eld ; 
And, four'd by age, profound he lhall appear, 
As he who now with 'fdainful fury thrUi'd 
Surveys mine work, and levels many a fiieer, 260 

And furls his wrinkly front, and cries, " What fluff 

XXX. [is here !" 

J3ut now Dan Phoebus gains the middle iky, 
And Liberty unbars her prifon door, '» 

And like aruftiing torrent cur they fly, 
And now the grafly cirque han cover'd o'er 265 

With boift'rous revel rout and wild uproar ; 
A thoufand ways in wanton rings they run, 
Keav'n fliield their fhort-liv'd paftimes, I implore! 
For well may Freedom, erft fo clearly wen, 
/ ear to Bntiih elf more gla li n je than the fun, 

JSnjoy, poor imps ! enjoy your fportive trade, 271 
And chafe gay flies, and cull the faireft flow'rs, 
For when mv bones in grafs- green fodsare laid, 
For never may ye tatfe more carelefs hours 
In knightly caiiles or in ladies bow'rs. 275 

O vain to leek delight in earthly thing ! 
Eut molt in courts, were proud Ambition tow'rs j 
Deluded wight ! who weens fair peace can fpring 
, ; pompous dome ofkeiar or of king, 


See in each fprite fome various bent appear ! 2 So 

Thele rudely carol moft incondite lay : 
Thole fauntring on the green, with jocund leer 
Salute the ftranger pairing on his way ; 
Some builden fragile tenements of clay ; 
Some to the Handing lake their courfes bend, 285 

With pebbles fmooth at duke and drake to play ; 
Thilk to the huxter's fav'ry cottage tend, 
In paftry kings and queens th' allotted mite to fpend. 

Here, as each feafon yields a different ftore, 
Each feafon' s ftores in order ranged been, 250 

Apples with cabbage-net y-cover'd o'er, 
Galling full fere th' unmoney'd wight, are feen, 
And goofeb'rie, clad in liv'ry red or green j 
And here of lovely dye the Cath'rinepear, 
Fine pear ! as lovely for thy juice I ween ; 295 

O may no wight e'er pennylefs come there, 
Left fmit with ardent love he pine with hopelefs care! 

See ! cherries here, ere cherries yet abound, 
With thread fo white in tempting pcfies ty'd, 
Scatt'ring like blooming maid their glances round, 
With pamp'ring look draw little eyes afide, 301 

And muft be bought, though penury betide j 
The plum all azure, and the nut all brown j 
And here each feafon do thofe cakes abide, 
Whofe honour'd names th' inventive city own, 305 
Rend'ring thro' Britain's ifle Salopia's praifes known.* 

Admir'd Salopia! that with venial pride 
Eyes her bright form in Severn's ambient wave, 
Fam'd for her loyal cares in perils try 'd, 
Her daughters lovely, and her ftriplings brave : 310 
Ah ! midft the relt, may flowers adorn his grave 
Whofe art did firft thele dulcet cakes difplay ! 
A motive fair to Learning's imps he gave, 
Who cheerlefs o'er her darkling region ftray, 314 

Till Reafon's morn arife, and light them on their way. 
*Shre\v!bury Cokes. 


PREFACE, giving a brief Account of the Author, 5 

A prefatory Effay on Elegy, 1 o 

Advertifement, 16 

A Defcription of the Leafowes, the Author's Coun- 
try-feat. By R. Dodfley, 17 


Written on a Ferine Qrnee, near Birmingham, by 
the iate Lady Luxborough, 39 

To WiHiarn Shenftone 1 , Eiq.' at the Leafowes. By 
Mr. Graves, ib. 

Verfes received by the Poft, from a Lady unknown, 
1761, 40 

On the Difcovery of an Echo at Edgbafton. 

By ^ 4I 

Veries by Mr. Dcdfley, on his mil arrival at the 

Leafowes, 1754, 42 

To Mr. R. D. on the Death of Mr. Shenftone, 44. 
Verfes written at the Gardens of William Shenftone, 

El'q. near Birmingham, 1756, 45 

To William Shenftone, Eiq. in his Sicknefs. By 

Mr. Woodhoufe, 48 

Veries left on a Seat, the Hand unkown, ' 50 

Corydon, a Fail oral. To the Memory of William 

Shenftone; Efq. By Mi'. J. Cunningham, 51 


I. He ai rives at his Retirement in the Country, 

and takes Occaiion to expatiate in Praife of 
Simplicity. To a Friend, 52 

II. On pofthumcus Reputation. To a Friend, 53 

III. On the untimely Death of a certain learned 
Acquaintance, 55 

IV. Ophelia's Urn. To Mr. G , 57 

V. He compares the Turbulence of Love with 

the Tranquillity of Friendftup. To Melif- 
fa his Friend, 5S 

VI, To a Lady on the Language of Birds, 59 

VII. He deicribes his Villon to an Acquaintance, to 
VIII. He deicribes his early Love or Poetry, and 

jfcs Confequences. To Mr. G , i;45> 63 


IX. Hedefcribes his DifmtereitednefstoaFriend, 65 
X. To Fortune, fuggelting his Motive for re- 
pining at her Diipenfations,. 66 
XI. He complains how ibon the pleafing Novelty 

of Life is over. To Mr. J , 69 

XII. His Recantation. 71 

XIII. To a Friend, on fome flight Occafion eftran- 

ged from him, 72 

XIV. Declining an Invitation to vifit Foreign 

Countries, he takes Occafion to intimate the 
Advantages of his own. To Lord Temple, 73 
XV. In Memory of a private Family in Worceiler- 

fliire, 75 

XVI. He fuggefts the Advantages of Birth to a 

Perfon of Merit, and the Folly of a Super- 
cilioufnefs built upon that fole Foundation, 78 

XVII. He indulges the Suggeftions of Spleen : an 

Elegy to the Winds, 8a 

XVIII. He repeats the Song of Colin, a difcerning 

Shepherd, lamenting the State of the 
Woollen Mamifaclory, 85 

XIX. Written in Spring 1743, 88 

XX. He compares his humble Fortune with the 
Diftrefs of others, and his Subjection to 
Delia with the miferable Servitude of an 
African Slave, 90 

XXI. Taking a View of the Country from his 

Retirement, he is led to meditate on the 
Character of the ancient Britons. Writ- 
ten at the Time of a rumoured Tax upon 
Luxury, 1746, 93 

XXII. Written in the year when the Rights 

of Sepulchre were fo frequently violated, 95 

XXIII. Reflections i'uggefted by his Situation, 98 

XXIV. He takes Occafion from the Fate of Elea- 
nor of Bretagne, to iuggeft the imper- 
fect: Pleasures of a folitary Life, 101 

XXV. To Delia, with ibme Flowers; complain- 
ing how much his Benevolence fuffers on 
on Account of his humble Fortune, 1 04. 

XXVI. Defcribing the Sorrow of an ingenuous 
Mind on the melancholy Event of a li- 
centious Amour, 106 
Flirt and Phil : A Deciiion for the Ladies, no 
Stanzas to the Memory of an agreeable Lady, bu- 
ried in Marriage to a Perfon undeferving her, ib. 
Colemira. A culinary Eclogue, in 
On certain Pallorals, J14, 

On Mr. O of Kidderminfter's Poetry, ib. 

To the Virtuofi, ib. 

The Extent of Cookery, 1 15 

The Progrefs of Advice. A common Cafe, 1 1 6 

Slender's Ghoft, T1 j 

The Invidious, ! T 8 

The Price of an Equipage, ib. 

Hint from Voiture, j 10 

Infcription, ib. 

To a Friend, 120 

The Poet and tbe Dun, 1741, 12a 

Written at an Inn at Henley, 114 

A Simile, ib. 

The Charms of Precedence. A Tale, 125 

Epilogue to the Tragedy of Cleone, 1 30 
A Paitoral Ode, to the Hon. Sir Richard Lyttle- 

ton, I3Z 
A Paitoral Ballad, in Four Parts. Written 1733, 

I. Abience, 137 

II. Hope, 138 

III. Solicitude, 140 

IV. Disappointment, 142 

ODES, &C. 

ODE to Health, 1730, 144. 

To a Lady of Quality, fitting up her Library, 1738, 14.6 

Anacreontic, j 7 38, 14.7 

Ode. Written 1739, *4 S 

Upon aVifit to a Lady of Quality, in Winter 1748, 149 

Ode to Memory, 1748, 15J 
Verfes written towards the clofe of the Year, 1 74S, 

to William Lyttleton, Efq. 1 5a 



An irregular Ode, after jjicknefs, 1749, J 55 
Rural Elegance, an Ode to the late Duchefs of 

Somerfet, 1750, 158 

Ode--to Indolence, 1750, 167 
Ode to a young Lady, fomewhat too folicltous 

about! her Manner of Exprefhon, i63 
Written in a Flower Book of my. own colouring, 

deiigned for Lacy Plymouth, 1753-4, 169 
The dying Kid, ib. 
Ode, 171 
Ode. To be performed by Dr. Brettle, and a Cho- 
rus of Hales Owen ci.izens, _ 17s 


The Princefs Elizabeth. A Ballad alluding to a 
Story recorded of her when flie was Prifoner at 
Woo'.iftock, 1 554, 
Nancy of the Vale. A Ballad, 
The Rape of the Trap. A Ballad, 1737, 177 

Jemmy Dawfon. A Ballad Written about the 

Time of his Execution, in the Year 1 745, 179 

A Ballad, 18* 

Songs, 183 to 195 

The Halcyon, ib. 

The Judgment of Hercules, 197 

The Progfefs of Tafte : or, The Fate of Delicacy. 
Part the Firir, 2 1 1 

Part the Second, 214 

Part the Third, 218 

Part the Fourth, 2-2 

Economy ly, addreffed to young Poets. 

Part the Fir;!, 22S 

Part the Sec 235 

Part the Third, 24.0 

TheRui pr,TheeffecVofSuperftltion, 245 

Love and Honour, 255 

The Schooimirtreis. In Imitation of Spenfer, 



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