Blooms not a flower amid the vernal store, Falls not a plume on India's distant plain, Glows not a shell on Adria's rocky shore, But torn, methought, from native lands or seas, From their arrangement gain fresh power to please. And some had bent the wildering maze, And taught the portrait where to glow; Or, 'mid the decorated space, Ah! woe is me, said I, And's hilly circuit heard my cry: Have I for this with labour strove, And lavish'd all my little store, To fence for you my shady grove, And scollop every winding shore, And fringe with every purple rose, The sapphire stream that down my valley flows? Ah! lovely treacherous maids! When pale Disease, and torturing Pain, And to a restless couch confined, Who ne'er your wonted tasks declined. 78 90 100 She needs not your officious aid To swell the song, or plan the shade; Her native genius guides her hand, Thus I my rage and grief display, Till Luxborough lead the way. 109 120 RURAL ELEGANCE. AN ODE TO THE LATE DUCHESS OF SOMERSET. 1750. While orient skies restore the day, Ye rural Thanes! that o'er the mossy down Some panting, timorous hare pursue, Does Nature mean your joys alone to crown? Say, does she smooth her lawns for you ? you does Echo bid the rocks reply, And, urged by rude constraint, resound the jovial cry? For 10 See from the neighbouring hill, forlorn, He finds his labour'd crops a prey; Nor yet, ye Swains! conclude That Nature smiles for you alone; Your bounded souls and your conceptions crude, O may it still reward your toil! Of clinging infants ask support in vain! But though the various harvest gild your plains, Or the warm hope of distant gains Athirst ye praise the limpid stream, 'tis true; It mimic no unpleasing song, The limpid fountain murmurs not for you. Unpleased ye see the thickets bloom, Unpleased the spring her flowery robe resume; The dappled mead without a smile 13 20 30 40 O let a rural conscious Muse, For well she knows, your froward sense accuse : Forth to the solemn oak you bring the square, And span the massy trunk, before you cry, 'Tis fair. Nor yet, ye Learn'd! nor yet, ye Courtly Train! Nor our untutor'd sense disdain : She, where she pleases, kind or coy, Then hither bring the fair ingenuous mind, Or purple heath is tinged in vain : The mountain swells, the dale subsides: 44 50 60 Even thriftless furze detains their wandering sight, And the rough barren rock grows pregnant with delight. With what suspicious fearful care The sordid wretch secures his claim, If haply some luxurious heir Should alienate the fields that wear his name! What scruples lest some future birth Should litigate a span of earth! 69 Bonds, contracts, feoffments, names unmeet for prose, The towering Muse endures not to disclose; Alas! her unreversed decree, More comprehensive and more free, Her lavish charter, taste, appropriates1 all we see. Let gondolas their painted flags unfold, And be the solemn day enroll'd, When, to confirm his lofty plea, The Even Adria scorns the mock embrace, To some lone hermit on the mountain's brow, With all her myrtle shores in dower. And finds her more his own. Fatigued with Form's oppressive laws, She seeks the rural calm retreat, Which genius graced with rank obtains, Could she not spurn the wreaths of fame, To crop the primrose of the plains? Does she not sweets in each fair valley find, 75 80 90 100 Lost to the sons of power, unknown to half mankind? ''Appropriates:' hence a well-known passage in Emerson,- Miller owns this field-Lock yonder other-I own the landscape.' |