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A God, a God! the vocal bills reply,
Waste sandy valleys', once perplex'd with thora,
Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes! (85
See future sons, and daughters yet unborn,
For thec Idume's spicy forests blow,
And break upon thee in a Hood of day!
No more the rising Sun shall gild the morn,
Ipse lacte domum referent distenta capellæ
Ubera, nec magnos metuent armenta leones And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear
Occidet et serpens, et fallax herba veneni New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
Occidet.On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes,
“ The goats shall bear to the fold their udders The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods.
distended with milk; nor shall the herds be afraid IMITATIONS.
of the greatest lions. The serpent shall die, and
the herb that conceals poison shall die." and every mountain and hill shall be made. low,
Isaiah, Ch. xi. ver. 6. &c. “ The wolf shall and the crooked shall be made straight, and the dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lic rough places plain.” Ch. iv. ver. 23. “ Break down with the kid, and the calf and the young lion forth into singing, ye mountains; O forest, and and the fatling together; and a little child shall every tree therein, for the Lord hath redeemed lead them.-And the lion shall eat straw like the Israel."
And the sucking child shall play on the hole Ver. 67. The swain in barren deserts] Virg. Ecl. of the asp, and the weaned child shall-put his iv. ver. 28.
hand on the den of the cockatrice." Molli paulatim flavescet campus aristâ,
Ver. 85. Rise, crown'd with light, imperial SaIncultisque rubens pendebit sentibus uva, lem, rise!) 'The thoughts of Isaiah, which comEt dura quercus sudabunt roscida mella. pose the latter part of the poem, are wonderfully
" The fields shall grow yellow with ripen'd ears, clevated, and much above those general exclama and the red grape shall hang upon the wild brambles, tions of Virgil, which make the loftiest part of his and the hard oaks shall distil honey like dew."
Pollio. Isaiah, Ch. xxxv. rer. 7.“ The parched ground Magnus ab integro seclorum nascitur ordo ! shall become a pool, and the thirsty land springs toto surget gens aurea mundo! of water : In the habitations where dragons lay, :--Incipient magni procedere inenses ! shall be grass, and recds and rushes.” Ch. Iv. Aspice, venturo lætentur ut omnia sæclo! &c. ver. 13. “ Instead of the thorn shall come up the
The reader needs only to turn to the passages of fir-tree, and instead of the briar shall come up the Isaiah, here cited. myrtle-tree.”
5 Ch. xli. rer. 19. and Ch. lv. ver. 13. : Ch. xliii. ver. 18. Cir. XXXV. ver. 5, 6.
* Ch. xi. ver. 6, 7, 8. · Ch. Ixv. ver. 25, . Ch. xxv. ver. 8. 9 Ch. xl. ver. 11.
8 Ch. . ver. . 9 Ch. lx. ver. 4. + C. ix. ver. 6. 2 Ch. ii. ver. 4.
Ch. xe ver, 3.
1 Ch. lx. ver 6. * Ch. Ixv. ver. 21, 22. 4 Ch. xxxv, ver. 1, 7.
* Ch. 1x ver. 19, 20.
The seas* shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, While by our oaks the precious loads are borne,
Than what more humble mountains offer here,
Sce Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd,
Here blushing Flora paints th enameld ground,
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, 70 THE RIGHT HONOURABLE GEORGE LORD LANSDOWNE. And modding tempt the joyful reaper's hand; “ Non injussa cano: Te nostrr, Vare, myric:r,
Rich Industry sits smiling on the plains,
And Peace and Plenty tell, a Stuart reigns. Te Nemus omne canet: necPhæbo gratior ulla est,
Not thus the land appear'd in agcs past,
A dreary desert, and a gloomy waste,
To savage beasts and savage laws a prey,
And kings more furious and severe than they; This poem was written at two different times : the Who claim’d the skies, dispeopled air and foods,
first part of it, which relates to the country, in The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods :
What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd,
In vain kind seasons swell'd the iceming grain;
Soft showers distill'd, and suns grew warm in vain,
The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields,
The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long, A mighty hunter, and his prey was man:
O'er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately hind;
Th' uppressor rul'd tyrannic where he durst, Vor quite indulges, nor can quite repress.
Stretch'd o'er the poor and church his iron rod, There, interspers'd in lawns and opening glades, And serv'd alike his vassals and his God. Thin trees arise that shun cach other's shades, W'hom evin the Sax** spar'd, and bloody Dane, Here in full light the russet plains extend : The wanton victims of his sport remain. There, wrapt in clouds, the bluish hills ascend.
the man who spacious regions give Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dies, 25 A waste for beasts, himself deny'd a grave! And 'inidst the desert, fruitful fields arise, Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope survey, That, crou n'd with tufted trees and springing corn, At once the chaser, and at once the prey : Like verdant isles the sable waste adorn.
Lo Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart, Let India boast her plants, nor envy we
Bleeds in the forest like a wounded hart. 'The weeping amber, or the baliny tree,
Ver. 49. Originally thus in the MS. Ver. 3, &c. Originally thus :
Prom towns laid waste, to dens and caves they rad Chaste goddess of the woode, (For who first stoop'd to be a slave was man). Nymphs of the vales, and Naiads of the floods,
Ver. 57, &c.
But subjects starv'd, while savages were fed. Ver. 25. Originally thus :
It was originally thus; but the word Savages is Why should I sing onr better suns or air, not properly applied to beasts, but to men; which Whose vital draughts prevent the leach's care, occasioned the alteration. While through fresh fields th’ enliv'ning odours
Ver. 72. And wolves with howling fill. &c.] breathe,
The author thought this an errour, wolves not Or spread with vernal blooms the purple heatb? being common in England at the time of the
Conqueror * Ch. li. ver. 6. and Ch. liv. ver. 10.
Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects cries, Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath,
In genial spring, beneath the quivering shade,
Ye vigorous swains! while yonth ferments your With looks unmov'd, he hopes the scaly breed, And purer spirits swell the sprightly food, (blood, and eyes the dancing cork and bending reed: Now range the hills, the gameful woods beset, Our plenteonis streams a various race supply, Wind the shrill horn, or spread the waving net. The bright-ey'd perch with fins of Tyrian dye, When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds, 97 The silver eel, in shining volumes rollid, And in the new-shorn field the partridge feeds ; The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Before his lord the ready spaniel bounds,
Swift trouts, diversify'd with crimson stains, Panting with hope, he tries the furrow'd grounds; And pikes, the tyrants of the watery plains.' But when the tainted gales the game betray,
Now Cancer glows with Phoebus' fiery car! Couch'd close he lies, and meditates the prey : The youth rush eager to the sylvan war, Secure they trust th' nnfaithful field beset, Swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround, Till hovering o'er thein sveeps the swelling net. Rouze the fleet hart, and cheer the opening hound. Thus (if small things we may with great compare) Th' iinpatient courser pants in every vein, When Albion sends her eager sons to war, (blest, 107 And, pawing, seems to beat the distant plain: Some thoughtless town, with ease and plenty Hills, vales, and foods, appear already cross'd, Near and more near, the closing lines invest; And, ere he starts, a thousand steps are lost. Sudden they seize th' amaz'd, defenerless prize, See the bold youth strain up the threatening steep, And high in air Britannia's standard fies.
Rush through the thickets, down the valleys See! from the brake the whirring pheasant sweep, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: (springs, Hang o'er their coursers heads with eager speed, Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wonn,
And Earth rolls back beneath the flying steed, Platters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain, Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dies,
Th' immortal huntress, and her virgin-train ; His purple crest, and soarlet circled cyes,
Nor envy, Windsor! since thy shades have seen The vivid green his shining plumes anfold,
As bright a goddess, and as chaste a queen ; His painted wings, and breast that fames with gold? Whose care, like her’s, protects the sylvan reign,
Nor yet, when moist Arcturus clouds the sky, The Farth's fair light, and empress of the main. The woods and fields their pleasing toils deny. Here, too, 'tis sung, of old Diana stray'd, To plains with well-breath'd beagles we repair, And Cynthus' top forsook for Windsor shade; And trace the mazes of the circling hare:
Here was she seen o'er airy wastes to rove, (Beasts, urg'd by us, their fellow beasts pursue, Seek the clear spring, or haunt the pathless grove ; And learn of map each other to undo)
Here, arm'd with silver bows, in early dawn, With slaughtering guns th' inweary'd fowler roves, Her buskin'd Virgins trac'd the dewy lawn. When frosts have whiten'd all the naked Above the rest a rural nymph was fam’d, groves ;
126 Thy offspring, Thames! the fair Lodona nam'd. Where doves in flocks the leafless trees o'ershade, (Lodona's fate, in long oblivion cast, And lonely woodcocks haunt the watery glade. Tht Muse shall sing, and what she sings shall last.) He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye;
129 Scarce could the goddess from hernymph be known, Straight a short thunder breaks the frozen sky: But by the crescent, and the golden zone.
She scorn'd the praise of beauty, and the care;
A belt her waist, a fillet binds her hair ; Ver. 91..
A painted quiver on her shoulder sounds, Oh may no more a foreign master's rage, And with her dart the Aying deer she wounds. With wrongs yet legal, curse a future age ! It chanc'd, as, eager of the chase, the maid Still spread, fair Liberty! thy heav'nly wings, Beyond the forest's verdant limits stray'd, Breathe plenty on the fields, and fragrance on Pan saw and lov'd, and burning with desire the springs.
Pursued her flight; her flight increas'd his fire. Ver. 97.
Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, When yellow autumn summer's heat succeeds,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liqnid sky; And into wine the purple harvest bleeds,
Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves, The partridge, feeding in the new-shorn fields, When through the clouds he drives the trembling Both morning sports and ev'ning pleasure yields.
doves; Ver. 107. It stood thus in the first edition :
As from the god she flew with furious pace, Pleas'd, in the general's sight, the host lie down
Or as the god, more furious, org'd the chase. Sudden before some unsuspecting townı;
Now fainting, sinking, pale, the nymph appears ; The young, the old, one instant makes our prize, And now his shadow reach'd her as she run,
Now close behind, his sounding steps she hears : And o'er their captive heads Britannia's standard flies.
His shadow lengthen’d by the setting Sun;
And now his shorter breath, with sultry air, Ver. 126. O'er rustling leaves around the naked Pants on her neck, and fans her parting hair, groves.
In vain on father Thames she calls for aid, Ver. 199, The fowler lifts his levellid tube on high. Nor could Diaua help her injur'd maid.
Faint, breathless, thus she pray'd, nor pray'd in Such was the life great Scipio once admir'd, vain;
Thus Atticus and Trumbull thus retird. " Ah, Cynthia! ah--though banish'd from thy Ye sacred Nine! that all my soul possess, Let me, o let me, to the shades repair, (train, Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bleas, My native shades !--there weep, and murmur Bear me, oh bear me to sequester'd scenes, She said, and, melting as in tears she lay, (there!" The bowery mazes, and surrounding greeds ; In a soft silver stream dissolv'd away.
To Thames's banks which fragrant breezes fill, The silver stream her virgin coldness keeps, Or where ye, Muses, sport on Cooper's Hill; For ever murmurs, and for ever weeps;
(On Cooper's Hill eternal wreaths shall grow, Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore, While last the mountain, or while Thames shall fonto And bathes the forest where she rang'd before, I seem through consecrated walks to rove, 267 In her chaste current oft the goddess laves, I hiar soft music die along the grove: And with celestial tears augments the waves, Led by the sound, I roam from shade to shade. Ost in her glass the musing shepherd spies By god-like poets venerable made: The headłong mountains and the downward skies, Here his first lays majestic Denham sung ; The watery landscape of the pendant woods, There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's tongue And absent trees that tremble in the floods ; O early lost! what tears the river shed, In the clear azure gleam the flocks are seen, When the sad pomp along his banks was led ! And floating forests paint the waves with green ; His drooping swans on every note expire, 275 Through the fair scene roll slow the lingering And on his willows hung each Muse's lyre. streams,
Since Fate relentless stopp'd their heavenly voice, Then foaming pour along, and rush into the Thames, No more the forests ring, or groves rejoice;
Thou, too, great father of the British floods ! Who, now shall charm the shades, where Cowley With joyful pride survey'st our lofty woods ; His living harp, and lofty Denham sung? (strung Where towering oaks their growing honours rear, But hark! the groves rejoice, the forest rings! And future navies on thy shores appear.
Are these reviv'd? or is it Granville sings! Not Neptune's self from all her streams receives 'Tis yours, my lord, to bless our soft retreats, A wealthier tribute, than to thine he gives. And call the Muses to their ancient seats; No seas so rich, so gay no banks appear,
To paint anew the flowery sylvan scenes, No lake so gentle, and no spring so clear.
To crown the forests with immortal greens, Nor Po so swells the fabling poet's lays,
Make Windsor hills in lofty numbers rise,
Here noble Surrey felt the sacred rage,
Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance: Happy the man whom this bright court ap: In the same shades the Cupids tain'd his lyre, proves,
235 To the same notes, of love, and soft desire : His sovereign favours, and his country loves :
Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow,“ Happy next him, who to these shades retires,
Tlien fill'd the groves, as heavenly Mira now. Whom Nature charms, and whom the Muse inspires, Oh wouldst thou sing what heroes Windsor bore, Whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please, What kings first breath'd upon her winding shore, Successive study, exercise, and ease.
Or raise old warriors, whose ador'd remains He gathers health from herbs the forest yields, In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains ! And of their fragrant physic spoils the fields ; With Edward's acts adorn the shining page, With chymic art exalts the mineral powers, Stretcla his long triumphs down through every age; And draws the aromatic souls of flowers : Now marks the course of rolling orbs on high ; O'er figur'd worlds now travels with his eye;
VARIATIONS. Of ancient writ unlocks the learned store,
Ver. 267. It stood thus in the MS. Consults the dead, and lives past ages o'er :
Methinks around your holy scenes I rove, Or wandering thoughtful in the silent wood,
And hear your music echoing through the grove, Attends the duties of the wise and good,
With transport visit each inspiring shade, T'observe a mean, be to himself a friend,
By god-like poets venerable made.
What sighs, what murmurs, fill the vocal shore ! Amid her kindred stars familiar roam,
His tuneful swans were heard to sing no more. Survey the region, and confess her home!
Ver. 290. her silver star.] All the lines that VARIATIONS.
follow were not added to the poem till the year Ver. 233. It stood thus in the MS.
1713. What immediately follows this, and made And force great Jove if Jove's a lover still,
the conclusion, were these : To change Olympus, &c.
My humble Muse, in unambitious strains, Ver. 235.
Paints the green forests and the flowery plains; Happy the man, who to the shades retires, Where I obscurely pass my careless days, But doubly happy, if the Muse inspires,
Pleas'd in the silent shade with empty praise, Blest whom the sweets of home-felt quiet please; Enough for me that to the listening swains But far more blest, who study joins with ease. First in these fields I sung the sylvan strains.
Draw monarchs chain'd, and Cressi's glorious field, | The god appear'd: he turn'd his azure eyes
And the hush'd waves glide softly to the shore. Still in thy song shall vanquish'd France appear,
“ Hail, sacred Peace ! hail, long-expected days, Aud bleed for ever under Britain's spear.
That Thames's glory to the stars shall raise ! Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn, Though Tyber's streams immortal Rome behold, And palms eternal flourish round his um.
Though foaming Hermus swells with tides of gold, Here o'er the martyr-king the marble weeps,
From Heaven itself the seven-fold Nilus flows, And, fast behind him, once-feard Edward sleeps ! And harvests on a hundred realms bestows; Whom not th' extended Albion could contain, These now no more shall be the Muses' themes, From old Belerium to the northern main,
Lost in my fame, as in the sea their streams. The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest,
Let Volga's banks with iron squadrons shine, 363
Let barbarous Ganges arm a servile train :
Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain : A dreadful series of intestine wars,
The shady empire shall retain no trace Inglorious triumphs, and dishonest scars.
Of war or blood, but in the sylvan chase : At length great Anna said, “ Let discord | The trumpet sleep, while cheerful horns are blown, Cease!"
327 And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone. She said, the world obey'd, and all was peace ! Behold! th' ascending villas on my side, In that blest moment from his oozy bed
Project long shadows o'er the crystal tide. Old father Thames advanc'd his reverend head. 330 Behold! Augusta's glittering spires increase, His tresses dropp'd with dews, and o'er the stream And temples rise, the beauteous works of Peace. His shining horns diffus'd a golden gleam :
I see, I see, where two fair cities bend Gravid on his urn appear'd the Moon, that guides Their ample bow, a new Whitehall ascend ! His swelling waters, and alternate tides;
There mighty nations shall inquire their doom, The figur'd streams in waves of silver rollid,
The world's great oracle in times to come ; And on their banks Augusta rose in gold;
There kings shall sue, and suppliant states be seen Around his throne the sea-born brothers stood Once more tu bend before a British queen. Who swell with tributary urns his food!
" Thy trees, fair Windsor! now shall leave their First the fam'd authors of his ancient name,
And half thy forests rush into thy foods; (woods, 385 The winding Isis, and the fruitful Thame : Bear Britain's thunder, and her cross display, The Kennet swift, for silver eels renown'd;
To the bright regions of the rising day: The Loddon slow, with verdant alders crown'd; Tempt icy seas, where scarce the waters roll, Cole, whose dark streamıs his flowery islands lave ; Where clearer flames glow round the frozen polc ; And chalky Wey, that rolls a inilky wave:
Or under southern skies exalt their sails, The blue, transparent Vandalis appears ;
Led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales ! The gulphy Lee his sedgy tresses rears ;
For me the balm shall bleed, and amber flow, And sullen Mole, that hides bis diving food;
The coral redden, and the ruby glow, And silent Darent stain'd with Danish blood. The pearly shell its lucid globe unfold, High in the midst, upon his urn reclind,
And Phæbus warm the ripening ore to gold. (His sea-green mantle waving with the wind) The time shall come, when free as seas or wind
Unbounded Thames shall How for all mankind,
Whole nations enter with each swelling tide, Ver. 307. Originally thus in the MS.
And seas but join the regions they divide ; When brass decays, when trophies lie o'erthrown,
Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold, And mouldering into dust drops the proud stone.
And the new world lanch forth to seek the old, Ver. 321. Originally thus in the MS.
Then ships of uncouth form shall stem the tide, Oh fact accurs'd! oh sacrilegious brood,
And feather'd people crowd my wealthy side, Sworn to rebellion, principled in blood !
And naked youths and painted chiefs admire Since that dire morn, what trars has Albion shed !
Our speech, our colour, and our strange attire! Gods! what new wounds, &c.
Oh, stretch thy reign, fair Peace! from shore to Ver.-327. Thus in the MS.
Till conquest cease and slavery be no more; (shore, Till Anna rose, and bade the Furies cease;
Let there be peace-she said, and all was peace. Ver. 363. Originally thus in the MS. Between verse 330 and 331, originally stood these Let Venice boast her towers amidst the main, lines :
Where the rough Adrian swells and roars in vain ; From shore to shore exulting shouts he heard, Here not a town, bùt spacious realm shall have O'er all his banks a lambent light appeard : A sure foundation on the rolling wave. With sparkling fames Heaven's glowing concave Ver. 385, &c. were originally thus in the MS. 'Fictitious stars, and glories not her own. (shone, Now shall our fleets the bloody cross display He saw, and gently rose above the stream ; To the rich regions of the rising day, His shining horns diffuse a golden gleam :
Or those green isles, where headlong 'Titan steers With pearl and gold bis towery front was drest, His hissing axle in th' Atlantic deeps : The tributes of the distant East and West.
Teippt icy seas, &C.