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The levelld towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er ;
The hollow winds thro' naked temples roar;
Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd;
O'er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately hind; 7
The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires,
And savage howlings fill the facred quires.
Aw'd by his Nobles, by his Commons curft,
Th’ Oppressor rul'd tyrannic where he durft,
Stretch'd o'er the Poor and Church his iron rod, 75
And serv'd alike his Vaffals and his God.
Whom ev'n the Saxon spar'd, and bloody Dane,
The wanton victims of his sport remain.
But fee, the man who spacious regions gave
A waste for beasts, himself deny d a grave! So
Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope survey,
At once the chaser, and at once the prey :
Lo Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart,
Bleeds in the forest like a wounded hart.
Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects cries,

Nor saw displeas'd the peaceful cottage risc.
Then gath'ring flocks on unknown mountains fed,
O'er fandy wilds were yellow harvests spread,
The forests wonder'd at th' unofual grain,
And secret transport touch'd the conscious swain. 90
Fair Liberty, Britannia's Goddess, rears
Her chearful head, and leads the golden years.

IMITATIONS. Tempta adimit divis, fora civibus, arva colonis, an old monkish writer, I forgot who. VER. 89. Miraturque novas frondes et non sua poma. Virgo

VARIATIONS. VER. 72. And wolves with howling fill, etc.] The Author thought this an error, wolves not eing common in England at the time of the Conqueror.

VER. 91.

Ob may no more a foreign master's rage,
With wrongs yet legal, curse a future age !

Ye vig'rousswains ! while youth ferments your blood, And perer spirits swell the sprightly flood, Now range the hills, the gameful woods beset,

95 Wind the thrill horn, or spread the waving net. When milder autumn fummer's heat succeeds, And in the new-fhorn field the partridge feeds, Before his lord the ready spaniel bounds, Panting with hope, he tries the furrow'd grourds; 100 But when the tainted gales the game betray, Couch'd close he lies, and meditates the

prey : Secure they trust th' unfaithful field beset, 'Till hov'ring o'er 'em sweeps the swelling net. Thus (if small things we may with great compare) 105 When Albion sends her eager sons to war, Some thoughtless Town, with ease and plenty blest, Near, and more near, the closing lines inveft ; Sudden they seize th' amaz'd, defencelefs prize, And high in air Britannia's standard flies,

See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings : Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground,



Still spread, fair Liberty! thy heav'nly wings,
Breathe plenty on the fields, and fragrance on the Springs,

VER. 97.

When yellow autumn summer's heat succeeds,
And into wine the purple harvest bleeds *,
The partridge feeding in ihe new-fhorn fields,

Both morning sports and ev’ning pleasure yields.
VER, 167. It stood thus in the first edition :

Pleas’d, in the General's fight, the host lie down
Sudden before some unsuspecting town;
The young, the old, one instant makes our prize,

And o'er their captive heads Britannia's standard fies. * Perhaps the Author thought it not allowable to describe the Season by a circumstance not proper to our climate, the vintage..

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Ah! what avail his glosty, varying dies,

us His purple crest, and scarlet circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that fiames with gold ?

Nor yet, when moist Arcturus clouds the sky, The woods and fields their pleasing toils deny. To plains with well-breath'd beagles we repair, And trace the mazes of the circling hare : (Beasts, urg'd by us, their fellow beasts pursue, And learn of man each other to undo) With flaughting guns th' unweary'd fowler roves, 125 When frotts have whiten'd all the naked groves ; Where doves in flocks the leafless trees o'er hade, And lonely woodcocks haunt the wat'ry glade. He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye; Strait a short thunder breaks the frozen sky: 130 Oft, as in airy rings they ikim the heath, The clam'rous lapwings feel the leaden death : Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare, They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

In genial spring, beneath the quiv'ring fhade, 135 Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead, The patient fisher takes his filent stand, Intent, his angle trembling in his hand : With looks unmov'd, he hopes the scaly breed, And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed. 140 Our plenteous Atreams a various race supply, The bright-ey'd perch with fins of Tyrian dye,

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VER. 115.


nec te tua plurima, Pantheu, Labentem pietas, vel Apollinis insula texit. Virg. VER. 134. Præcipites altâ vitam sub nube relinquunt. Virgo

VER. 126. O'er rufling leaves around the naked groves.
VER. 129. The fowler lifts his levell’d tube on high.

The filver eel, in shining volumes rollid,
The yellow carp, in scales bedrop'd with gold,
Swift trouts, diversify'd with crimson stains, 145
And pykes, the tyrants of the wat’ry plains.

Now cancer glows with Phæbus' fiery car:
The youth rush eager to the fylvan war,
Swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround,
Rouze the fleet hart, and cheer the opening hound. 150

. Th’impatient courser pants in every vein, And pawing, seems to beat the distant plain : Hills, vales, and floods appear already cross'd, And ere he starts, a thousand steps are loft. See the bold youth ftrain up the threat'ning steep, 155 Ruth through the thickets, down the valleys sweep, Hang o'er their courfers heads with eager speed, And earth rolls back beneath the Aying steed, Let old Arcadia boaft her ample plain, Th' immortal huntress, and her virgin-train; 160 Nor envy, Windsor ! fince thy shades have seen As bright a Goddess, and as chaste a QUEEN; Whose care, like her's, protects the sylvan reign, The Earth's fair light, and Emprefs of the main.

Here too, 'tis sung, of old Diana ftray'd, 165 And Cynthus' top forsook for Windsor shade; Here was she seen o'er airy wastes to rove, Seek the clear spring, or haunt the pathless grove; Here arm’d with silver bows, in early dawn, Fer bulkin'd Virgins trac'd the dewy lawn,



VER. 152. Tb' impatient courfer, etc.] Translated from Statius, Above the rest a rural nymph was fam'd, Thy offspring, Thames! the fair Lodona nam'd; (Lodona's fate, in long oblivion cast, The Muse shall fing, and what the fings shall last.) Scarce could the Goddess from her nymph be known, But by the crescent, and the golden zone,

Stare adeo miserum eft, pereunt veftigia mille
Ante fugam, absentemque ferit gravis ungula campum.


VER. 162. Queen ANNE.

176 She scorn’d the praise of beauty, and the care ; A belt her waist, a fillet binds her hair ; A painted quiver on her shoulder sounds, And with her dart the flying deer she wounds.

180 It chanc'd, as eager of the chace, the maid Beyond the forest's verdant limits ftray'd, Pan faw and lov'd, and burning with desire Pursu'd her flight, her flight increas'd his fire. Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, 185 When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid ky; Not half so swiftly che fierce eagle moves, When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves; As from the God she flew with furious pace, Or as the God, more furious, urg'd the chace. 190 Now fainting, finking, pale, the nymph appears; Now close behind, his founding steps the hears ; And now his shadow reach'd her as she run, His shadow lengthen’d by the setting fun;


2. 175. Nec pofitu variare comas; ubi filula vestem,

Vitta coercuerat neglectos alba capillos. Ovid. VER. 185. 188.

Ut fugere accipitrem penna trepidante columbæ,

Ut folet accipiter trepidas agitare columbas. Ovid. VER. 193. 196.

Sol erat a tergo: vidi præcedere longam
Antc pedes umbram : nisi fi timor illa videbat.
Sed certe fonituque pedum terrebar 3

et ingens Crinales vittas adiabat anhelitus oris.

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