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Bleft too is he, whofe evening ranıble strays, Thy chearful meads reprove that fwelling figh

Where droop the sons of indience and care ! Spring ne'er enam-i'd fairer meads than thinc. His little gifts their gladden'd eyes amaz'', Art thou not lodg'd in fortune's warm embrace? And win, at small expence, their fondest Wert thou not form'd by nature's partial care prayer!

Blest in thy song, and blest in every grace And oh the joy i to fhun the conscious light, That wins the friend, or that enchants the To (pare the modifh blush; to give unseen !

fair? Like shuwers that fall behind the veil of night, Damon, said he, thy partial praise restrain ;

Yet decply tinge the smiling vales with green. Not Damon's friendship can my peace restore; But happiest they, who drooping realms relieve! Alas 1 his very praise awakes my pain,

Whofe virtue cultur'd in our vales appear ! And my poor wounded bosom bleeds the more. For whose fad fate a thousand shepherd's grieve,

For oh/ that nature on my birth bad frown's, And fading fields allow the grief sincere.

Or fortune fix'd me to fome lowly cell : To call loft worth from its oppreflive shade; Then had my bofom 'scap'd this fatal wound, To fix its equal sphere, and see it shine ;

Nor had l bid these vernal sweets, farewel. To hear it grateful own the generous aid; But led by fortune's hand, her darling child, This, this is transport—but must ne'er be mine.

My youth her vain licentious bliss admir'd; Faint is my bounded bliss; nor I refuse

In fortune's train the syren flattery smild, To sange where daizies open, rivers roll;

And rafhly hallow'd all her queen inspir'd. Wh le prose or fong the languid hours amulc,

Of folly studious, ev'n of vices vain, And footh the fond impatience of my soul.

Ah vices ! gilded by the rich and gay! A while I'll weave the roofs of Jasmine bowers, I chas'd the guileless daughters of the plain, And urge with trivial carcs, the loitering Nor dropt the chase, till Jessy was niy prey. year ;

Poor artless naid ! to stain thy spotless name, A while I'll prune my grove, protect my flow

Expence, and art, and coil, united strove;

To lure a breast that felt the puiest Hame, Then, unlamented, press an early bier !

Sustain'd by virtue, but betray'd by love. of those lov'd flowers the lifeless corse may School'd in the science of love's mazy wiles, share ;

I cloath'd each feature with affected scorn; Some hireling hand a fading wreath bestow :

I spoke of jealous doubts, and fickie (miles, The rest will breathe as sweet, will glow as

And, feigning, left her anxious and forlorn, fair, As when their master smild to see them glow. Then, while the fancy'd rage alarm'd her care,

Warm to deny, and zealous to disprove; The sequent morn shall wake the syivan quire ; I bade my words the wonted sofiness wear, The kid again shall wanton ere 'tis noon;

And seiz'd the minute of returning love. Nature will smile, will wear her best attire ; To thee, my Damon, dare I paint the rest ? 0! let not gentle Delia smile so soon!

Will yet thy love a candid ear incline! While the rude hearse conveys me flow away,

Assurd that virtue, by misfortune pret, And careless cyes my vulgar fate proclaim,

Feels not the sharpness of a pang like mine. Let thy kind tear my utmost worth o'erpay;

Nine envious moons matur'd her growing hame; And, softly fighing, vindicate my fame.

Ere-while to flaunt it in the face of day;

When, scorn'd of virtue, figmatiz'd by fame, O Delia ! cheard by thy superior praise,

Low at my feet desponding Jeffy lay.
I bless the filent path the fates decree;
Pleas'd, from the lift of my inglorious days,

“ Henry, the said, by thy dear form subdued, To raise the moments crown d with bliss and See the sad reliques of a nymph undone ! thce.

I find, I find this rising sob renew'd :

I ligh in fhades, and ficken at the sun.
Amid the dreary gloom of night, I cry,
When will the morn's once pleasing scenes re-

turn ?
EL EGY XXVI.

Yet what can morn's returning ray supply,

But focs that triumph, or but friends that mourn! Describing the forrow of an ingenuous Alas! no more that joyous morn appears mind, on the melancholy event of a li

That led the tranquil hours of spotless fame; centious amour.

For i have steep'd a father's couch in tears,
And ting'd a mother's glowing cheek with

shame.
WHY
THY mourns my friend.! why weeps his
downcat eye!

The vocal birds that raise their matin strain, That eye where mirth, where fancy used to

The fportive lambs, increase my penive moan; shine?

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All seem to chase me from the chearful plain,

Aud talk of truth and innocence alone. Is through the garden's flowery tribes I stray, Where bloom the Jasmines that could once

allure, Hope not to find delight in us, they say,

For we are spotless, Jessy; we are pure. Ye flowers! that well reproach a nymph so srail;

Say, could ye with my virgin fame compare ? The brightest bud that scents the vernal gale

Was not so fragant, and was not so fair. Now the grave old alarm the gentler young;

And all ny farce's abhorr'd contagion flee; Trenibles each lip, and faulters every tongue,

That bids the morn propitious smile on me. Thus for your laks ihun each human cye;

I bid the fr.v2.3blooming youth adieu ; To die l languk, but I dread to die.

Left my sad fate Mould nourish pangs for you. Raise me from earth; the pains of want remove

And let me silent seek fome friendly shore; There only, banilhi'd from the form I love,

My weeping virtue shall relapse no more. Be but my friend; I ask no dearer name;

Be such the meed of some more artful fair ; Nor could it heal my peace, or chase my shame,

That pity gave, what love refus'd to share.

Force not my tongue to ask its scanty bread;

Nor huri thy Jelly to the vulgar crew :
Not fuch the parent's board at which I Ted!

Not such the precept from his lips I drew!
Hanly, when age has filver'd o'er my hair,

Malice may learn to scorn so mean a spoil; Envy may Night a face no longer sair ;

And pity, welcome, to my native soil.” She spoke--nor was I born of savage race;

Nor could these hands a niggard boon affigu ; Grateful she clasp'd me in a last embrace, And vow'd to waste her life in prayers for

mine. I saw her foot the lofty bark afcend;

I saw her breast with every passion heave; I left her--torn from every earthly friend Oh! my hard bosom, which could bear to

leave! Brief-let, me be; the fatal storm arose;

The billows rag'd, the pilot's art was vain; O’er the tall mast the circling surges close;

My Jeffy-floats upon the watery plain! And see my youth's impetuous fires decay

Seek not to stop reflection's bitter tear; But warn the frolic, and instruct the gay,

From Jelly floating on her watery bier !

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He sees his flock--no more in circles feed ;

Haply beneath your ravage bleca,
And with no random curses load the deed.

Nor yet, ye fwains, conclude
That nature smiles for

you

alone ; Your hounded fouls, and your conceptions crude,

The proud, the selfish boast disown:
Yours be the produce 'of the soil :
O may it still reward your toil !

Norever the defenceless train
Cf clinging infants ask support in vain ?
But though the various harvest gild your plains,

Does the mere landscape feast your eye?
Or she warm hope of diftant gains

Far other cause of glee supply?
Is not the red streak's future juice

The source of your delight profound,
Where Ariconium pourz her gems profuse,

Purpling a whole horizon round? Athirit ye praise the linipid stream, 'tis true

But though, the pebbled shores among,

It mimic no unpleasing song, The limpid fountain murmurs not for you.

cry?

See from the neighbouring hill, forlorn

The wretched Twain your sport survey ; He finds his faithful fences torn,

He finds his labour'd crops a prey ;

Unpleas'd

Unpleas'd ye see the thickets bloon,

When deafen'd by the loud acclaim, Unpleas'd the spring her flowery robe resume; Which genius grac'd with rank obtains, Unmov'd the mountain's airy pile,

Could the not more delighred hear The dappled mead without a smile.

Yon throttle chaunt the rising year? O let 2 rural conscious Muse,

Could Me not spurn the wreaths of fame, For well she knows, your froward sense accuse:

To crop the primrose of the plains ! Forth to the folemn oak you bring the square, Does she not sweets in each fair valley find, And span the mally trunk, before you cry, 'tis Lost to the sons of power, unknown to half manfair.

kind? Nor yet ye learn'd, nor yet ye courtly train, Ah, can fhe covet there to see li haply from your haunts ye stray

The splendid Naves, the reptile race, To walte with us a summer's day.

'That oil the tongue, and bow the knez, Exclude the taste of every swain,

That Night her merit, but adore her place? Nor our untutor'd sense disdain :

Far happier, if arîght I decm, 'Tis nature only gives exclusive right

When from gay throngs, and gilded spires, To relish her fupreme delight;

To where the lonely halcyons play,
She, where she pleases kind or coy,

Her philofophic step retires :
Who furnishes the scene, and forms us to enjoy. While, studious of the moral theme,
Then hither bring the fair ingenuous mind,

She, to some smooth sequester'd stream

Likens the swain's inglorious day;
By her auspicious aid refin’d;

Pleas'd from the flowery margin to survey,
Lo! not an hedge-row hawthorn blows,
Or humble hare-beil paints che plain,

How cool, serene, and clear, the current glides
Or valley winds, or fountain flows,

away.
Or purple heath is ting'd in vain :

o blind to truth, to virtue blind,
For such the rivers dath the foaming tides, Who fight the sweetly pensive mind!

The mountain sweells, the dale fubfides; On whose fair birth the Graces mild, Ev'n thristless furze detains their wandering And every Muse prophetic smild, sight,

Not that the poet's boasted fire And the rough barren rock grows pregnant with

Should fame's wide-echoing trumpet (well, delight

Or, on the music of his lyre
With what suspicious fearful care

Each future age with rapture dwell;

The vaunted sweets of praise remove,
The sordid wretch secures his claim,

Yet ihall such hosoms claim a part
If haply fome luxurious heir
Shouid alienate the fields that wear his

· In all that glads the human heart ;

Yet these the spirits, form’d to judge and name! What scruples lest fome future birth

prove

All nature's charms immense, and heaven's unShould litigate a span of earth!

bounded love,' Bonds, contrads, scoffments, names unmeet for prose,

And oh! the transport, most ally'd to song,
The towering Muse endures not to disclose; In some fair villa's peaceful bound,
Alas! her unrevers'á decree,

To catch soft hints from nature's torgue,,
More comprehensive and more free,

And bid Arcadia bloom arouud :
Her lavish charter, taste, appropriates

Whether we fringe the floping hill,

Or smoothe below the verdant mead;
Let gondolas their painted flags unfold,

Whether we break the falling rill,
And be the folemn day enroll'd,

Or through meandering mazes lead;
When, to confirm his lofty plea,

Or in the horrid bramble's room
ir nuptual fort, with bridal gold,

Bid careless groups of roles bloom ;
The grave Venetian weds the fea :

Or let some felter'd lake serene
Each laughing Muie derides the vow;

Reflect flowers, woods, and spires, and brighten Ev'n Adria Scorns the mock embrace,

all the scene. To some lone hermit on the niountain's brow,

O sweet disposal of the rural hour!
Allotted, from his natal hour,

O beauties never known to c!oy!
With all her myrtle fhores ip dower.
His breast to admiration prone

While worth and genius haunt the favour'd

bower,
Enjoys the smile upon her face,

And
Enjoys triumphant every grace,

every gentle breast partakes the joy ! And finds her more his own.

While charity at eve surveys the swain,

Enabied by these inils to chcar
Fatigu'd with form's oppressive laws,

A train of helpless infants dear,
When Somerset avoids the great ;

Spced whittling home across the plain;
When, cloy'd with merited applause,

See vagrant luxury, her handl-maid grow!,
She fecks the rural calı recreat;

For half her graceless deeds arone,
Docs she not praise eachr moliy cell,

And hails the bounteous work, and ranks it with
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Why brand these pleasures with the name of soft unsocial toils, of indolence and shame?

Search but the garden or the wood,

Let yon admir'd carnation own,
Not all was meant for raiment, or for food,

Not al for needful use alone; There while the feeds of future blossoms dwell, 'l is colour'd for the fight, persum'd to please the

imell.
V hy knows the nightingale to fing?

Vhy flows the pine's nectareous juice ?
Vihy ihines with paint the linnet's wing ?

For fuitenance alone? For use?
For preservation. Every sphere
Shail bid fair pleasure's rightful claim appear.
And sure there scem, of human kind,

Some born to shun the folemn strife;
Some for amusive tasks delign'd,

To footh the certain ills of life;
Grace its lonc vales with many a budding rose,

New founts of bliss disclose, Call forth refreshing fades, and decorate re

pore. From plains and woodlands; from the view

Ofrural nature's blooming face,

Smit by the glare of rank and place,
To courts the sons of fancy flew;
There long had art ordain’d a rival seat;

'There had fhe lavish'd all her care

To form a scene more dazzling fair,
And call'd them from their green retreat

To share her proud control;
Had given the robe with grace to flow,
Had taught exotic gems to glow;

And, emulous of nature's power,
Mimick'd the plume, the leaf, the flow-

er;
Chang'd the complexion's native hue,
Moulded each ruvic limb anew,

And warp'd the very foul.
A while her magic strikes the novel cyc,

A while the fairy forms delight;

And now a loof we seem to fly
On purple pinions through a purer sky,

vihere all his wonderous, all is bright:
Now landed on some spangled shore

A while cach dazzled maniac roves

By saphire lakes, throu, h emerald groves.
Paternal acres please no more;
Adieu the simple, the fincere delight-

Th’habitual scene of hill and daic,
The rural herds, the vernal gale,
The tangle'd vecch's purple bloom,

The fragrance of the bean's perfume,
Be theirs alone who cultivate the soil,
And drink the cup of thirst, and eat the bread of

toil.
But soon the pageant fades away!
'Tis nature only bears perpetual sway.

We pierce the counterfeit delight,
Fatigued with splendor's irksome beams.
Fancy again demands the light
Of native groves and wonted streams,

Pants for the scenes that charm'd her youthful

eyes, Where truth maintains her court, and banisies

disguise Then 'hither oft ye senators, retire,

With nature here high converse hold; For who like Stamford her delights admire,

Like Stamford shall with scorn behold
Th' unequal bribes o pageantry and gold;
Beneath the British oak's majestic shade,

Shall fee fair truth, immortal maid,
Friendship in artless guise array'd,

Honour and moral beauty shine
With more attractive charms, with radiance

mora divine.
Yes, here alone did highest heaven ordain

The iafting magazine of charms,
Whatever wins, whatever warms,
Whatever fancy seeks to share
The great, the various, and the fair,

For ever should remain !
Her impulse nothing may restrain-
Or whence the joy 'mid columns, towers,

'Midst all the city's artful trim, To rear fome breathless vapid flowers

Or sarubs fuliginously grim :
l'rom rooms of filken foliage vain,
To trace the dun far distant grove,
Where, îmit with undissembled pain,

The wood-lark mourns her absent love, Borne to the dusty town from native air, To mimic rural life, and soothe fome vapour

fair,
But how must faithless art prevail,
should all who taste our joy sincere,
To virtue, truth, or science dear,
Forego a court's alluring pale,

For dimpled brook and leafy grove,
For that rich luxury of thought they love
Ah no, from these the public sphere requires

Examples for its giddy bands:

From these impartial heaven demands To spread thc flame itself inspires;

10 fift opinions mingled mass, Impress a nation's taste, and bid the sterling passe

Happy, thrice happy they,
Whese graceful deeds have exemplary Thone
Round the gay prccinds of a throne,

With mild effective beams !
Who bands of fair ideas bring,
By folemn grot, or shady spring,

To join their pleasing dreams!
Theirs is the rural bliss without alloy,

They only that deferve, enjoy
What though nor fabled dryad 'haunt their

grove.
Nor naiad near their fountain rove,
Yet all embody'd to the mental light,

A train of smiling virtues bright

Shall there the wife retreat allow, Shall twine triumphant palms to deck the wah

derer's brow.

And

war;

And though by faithless friends alarm’d, That nothing should my foulénspire
Att have with nature wag'd presumptuous But frienship warm, and love entire.

Dull to the sense of new delight,
By Seymour's winning influence charm'd

On thee the drooping Muse attends;
In whom their gifts united shine,

As some fond lover, robb’d of fight,
No longer shall their counsels jar.

On thy expressive power depends;
'Tis her to mediate the peace;

Nor would exchange thy glowing lines,
Near Percy-Lodge,

with awe-ftruck

To live the lord of all that shines.
mien,

But let me chase those vows away
The rebel seeks her lawful queen,

Which at ambition's shrine I made;
And h.vock and contention ceale.

Nor ever let thy skill display
I see the rival powers combine,

Those anxious moments ill repaid:
And aid each other's fair design;
Nature exalt the mound where art shall build;

Oh from my breast that season rafę,
Art shape the gay alcove, while nature paints the And bring my childhood in its place.
ficid.

Bring nie the bells, the rattle bring,

And bring the hobby I bestrode;
Begin, ye songsters of the grove I
O warble forth your noblest lay;

When, pleas'd in many a sportive ring,
Where Somerset vouchsafes to rove,

Around the room I jovial rode:
Ye leverets, freely sport and play.

Ev'n let me bid my lyre adieu,
-Peace to the strepent horn!

And bring the whistle that I blew.
Let no harlh disonance disturb the niorn, Then will I muse, and pensive say,
No sounds inelegant and rude

Why did not these enjoymients last ;
Her sacred solitudes profane !

How {weetly waited I the day,
Ulefs her candour not cxclude

While innocence allow'd to waste!
The lowly Ahepherd's votive strain,

Ambition's toils alike are vain,
Who cunes his reed amidst his rural chear, But ah! for pleasure yicld us pain.
Fearful, yet not averse, that Somerset fhould

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Memory! celestial maid!

Who glean'lt the lowerets crope by time;
And, suffering not a leaf to fade,

Preserv'st the blossoms of our prime;
Bring, bring those moments to my mind
When life was new, and Lesbia kind.
And bring that garland to my fight,

With which my favour'd crook she bound;
And bring that wreath of roses bright

Which then my fettive temples crown'd;
And to my raptur'd ear convey
The gentle things he deign'd to say.
And sketch with care the Muse’s bower,

Where Ils rolls her silver tide;
Nor yet omit one reed or flower

That shines on Cherweil's verdant side;
If fo thou may't those hours prolong,
When polith'd Lycon join d my song.
The song ic 'vails not to recite-

But sure, to soothe our youthful dreams,
Those banks and streams appear'd more bright

Than other banks, chan other streams :
Or, by the softening pencil thewn,
Assume thy beauties not their own?
And paint that sweetly vacant scene,

When, all beneath the poplar bough,
My spirits light, my soul Ierene,

I breath'd in verse one cordial vow:

'ILL you hear how once repining

Great Eliza cap ive lay?
Each ambitious thought resigning,

Foe to riches, pomp, and (way.
While the nymphs and swains delighted

Tript around in all their pride;
Envying joys by others llighed,

Thus the royal maiden cry'd.
“ Bred ou plains, or born in vallies,

Who would bid chofe scenes adieu ?
Stranger to the arts of malice,

Who would ever courts pursue?
Malice never taught to treasure,

Censure never taught to bear :
Love is all the shepherd's pleasure ;

Love is all the dzinsel's care.
How can they of humble station

Vainly blame the powers above?
Or accule the difpeniation

Which allows them all to love?
Love like air is widely given,

Power nor chance can these restrain;
Trucit, noblest gifcs of heaven!

Only purel on the plain!

Peers

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