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This truth howe'er Mines bright to human senfe ; Each bird and beast, and these thy fleecy tribe:
Eager, and at unwonted hour, they feed :
See that thy ferip have fiore of healing tar, Of th' hurrying o’ertaken (wains : forbear And marking pitch and raddle ; nor forget
Such nights to fold ; such nights be theirs to shift Thy sheers true pointed, nor th' officious dog, On ridge or hillock; or in homesteads soft, Faithful to teach thy ftragglers to return :
Or softer cotes, detain them. Is thy lot So may'st thou aid who lag along, or steal
A chill penurious turf, to all thy toils Afide into the furrows or the shades,
Untractable ? Before harsh winter drowns Silent to droop; or who, at every gate
The noisy dykes, and starves the ruthy glebe, Or hillock, rub their fores and loofen'd wool. Shift the frail breed to sandy hamlets warm: But rather these, the feeble of thy flock,
There let them sojourn, till gay Procne skims Banish before th' autumnal months : ev'n age The thickening verdure, and the rising flowers. Forbear too much to favour; oft renew,
And while departing autumn all embrowns And through thy fold let joyous youth appear. The frequent-bitten fields; while thy free hand Beware the feason of imperial love,
Divides the tedded hay; then be their feet Who through the world his ardent fpirit pours ; Accustom'd to the barriers of the rick, Ev’n theep are then intrepid : the proud ram Or fome warm umbrage ; left, in erring fright, With jealous eye surveys the spacious field;
When the broad dazzling snows defcend, they run All rivals keep aloof, or desperate war
Dispers’d to ditches, where the swelling drift Suddenly rages; with impetuous force,
Wide overwhelms : anxious the shepherd Swains And fury irresistable, they dah
Issue with axe and spadt, and, all abroad, Their hardy frontlets; the wide yale resounds; In doubtful aim explore the glaring waste; The flock amaz'd stands safe afar; and oft
And some, perchance, in the deep delve upraise, Each to the other's might a victim falls:
Drooping, ev’n at the twelfth cold dreary day, As fell of old, before that engine's fway,
With still continued feeble pulse of life ; Which hence ambition imitative wrought,
The glebe, their feece, their felh, by hunger The beauteous towers of Salem to the dust.
gnaw'd. Wife custom, at the fifth or sixth return,
Ah, gentle shepherd, thine the lot to tend, Or ere they ’ave past the twelfth of orient morn, Of all, that feel distress, the most affail'd, Caltrates the lambkins; necessary rite,
Feeble, defencelefs : lenient be thy care : Ere they be number'd of the peaceful herd.
But spread around thy tenderest diligence But kindly watch whom thy sharp hand has griev'd, In Aowery spring-time, when the new-dropt In those rough months, that lift the turning year :
lamh, Not tedious is the office; to thy aid
Tottering with weakness by his mother's side, Favonius haitens; soon their wounds he heals, Feels the fresh world about him; and each thorn, And leads them skipping to the flowers of May; Hillock, or furrow, trips his feeble feet : May, who allows to fold, if poor the tilth,
O, guard his meek sweet innocence from all Like that of dreary, houseless, common fields, Th’innumerous ills that ruh around his life; Worn by the plough: but fold on fallows dry. Mark the quick kite, with beak and talons prone, Enfeeble not thy flock to feed thy land :
Circling the skies to snatch him from the plain ; Nor in too narrow bounds the prisoners croud : Observe the lurking crows; beware the brake, Nor ope the wattled fence, while balmy morn There the Ny fox the careless minute waits ; Lies on the reeking pasture ; wait till all
Nor trust thy neighbour's cog, nor earth, nor sky: The crystal dews, impearl'd upon the grass, Thy bofom to a thousand cares divide. Are touch'd by Phoebus' beams, and mount aloft, Eurus oft Nings his hail; the tardy fields With various clouds to paint the azure sky.
Pay not their promis'd food ; and ott the dam In teizing fly-time, dank, or frosty days,
C'er her weak twins with empty udder mourns, With unctuous liquids, or the lees of oil,
Or fails to guard, when the boid bird of prey
And tires her also turning: to her aid
Between the lark's note and the nightingale's, To mend thy mounds, to trench, to clear, to foil His hungry bleating still with tepid milk : Thy grateful fields, to medicate thy sheep,
In this soft office may thy children join, Hurdles to weave, and chearly Inelters raise, And charitable habits learn in sport: Thy vacant hours require : and ever learn
Nor yield him to himself, ere vernal airs Quick æther's motion : oft the scene is turn'd; Sprinkle thy little croft with, daisy flowers. Now the blue vault, and now the murkey cloud, Nor yet forget him : life has riting ills : Hail, rain, or radiance; theft the moon will tell, Various as æther is the pastoral care ;
Through now experience, by a patient brealt, * The inhabitants of Yorkshire.
The whole long letfon gradual is attain'd,
With deep attention: such as Nuceus * sings See the swift furies, famine, plague, and was,
Yet your mild homesteads, ever-blooming smile The Muse, howe'er, will deck thy simple cell Among embracing woods; and waft on high With purple violets and primrose flowers,
The breath of plenty, from the ruddy tops Well-pleas'd thy faithful lessons to repay.
Of chimnies, curling o'er the gloomy trees, Sheep no extremes can bear: both heat and cold In airy azure ringlets, to the sky. Spread sores cutaneous; but, more frequent, heat : Nor ye by need are urg'd, as Attic Iwains, The fly-blown vermin, froin their woolly nest, And Tarentine, with skins to cloath your sheep; Press to the tortur'd skin, and Aeth, and bone, Expensive toil; howe'er expedient found In littleness and number dreadful foas.
In fervid climates, while from Phoebus' beams Long rains in miry winter cause the halt;
They fed to rugged woods and tangling brakes. Rainy luxuriant summers rot your pock;
But those expensive to:ls are now no more, And all excess, ev'n of salubrious food,
Proud tyranny devours their flocks and herds : As fure destroys, as famine or the wolf.
Nor bleat of sheep may now, nor found of pipe, Inferior theirs to man's world-roving frame,
Sooth the sad plains of once sweet Arcady, Which all extremes in every zone endures.
The Thepherds' kingdom : dieary solitude
Of Athens, which, in folemn silence, sheds.
The weary Arabs roam from plain to plain, Of winter irrefiftable o'erwhelms
Guiding the languid herd in quest of food : Th' Hyperborean tracts: his arrowy frosts,
And thift their little home's uncertain scene That pierce through Ainty rocks, the Lappian fies; | With frequent farewell : strangers, pilgrims all, And burrows deep beneath the snowy world;
As were their fathers. No sweet fall of rain
May there be heard; nor sweeter liquid lapse
In murmurs: goaded by the rage of thirst,
Of craggy rocks, where gloomy palms o'erhang Twice three now gloomy months, with various ills The ancient wells, deep sunk by toil immense, Sullen he struggles; such the love of life !
Toil of the patriarchs, with sublime intent
They share the beverage, when to watering come,
And their lean flocks, whose various bleatings fill Feed on the open turf, or croud the tilth,
The echoing caverns : then is absent none, Where, thick among the greens, with busy mouths Fair nymph or shepherd, each inspiring each They scoop white turnips : little care is yours; To wit, and song, and dance, and active feats ; Only, at morning hour, to interpose
In the same rustic scene, where Jacob won Dry food of oats, or hay, or brittle straw,
Fair Rachael's bosom, when a rock's vast weight The watery juices of the boffy root
From the deep dark mouth'd well his strength re. Absorbing: or from noxious air to screen
mov'd, Your heavy teeming ewes, with wattled fence And to her circling sheep refreshment gave. Of furze or cople-wood, in the lofty field
Such are the perils, such the toils of life, Which bleak ascends among the whistling winds. In foreign climes. But speed thy flight, my Muse in Or, if your sheep are of Silurian breed,
Swift turns the year; and our unnumber'd flocks Nightly to house them dry on fern or Itraw, On fleeces overgrown uneasy lie. Silkening their fleeces. Ye, nor rolling but,
Now, jolly swains, the harvest of your cares Nor watchful dog, require ; where never roar Prepare to reap, and seek the founding caves Of savage tears the air, where carcless night
Of high Brigantium *, where, hy ruddy fames, In balmy Neep lies lull'd, and only wakes
Vulcan's strong sons, with nervous arm, around To pienteous peace.
Alas! o'er warmer zones The steady anvil and the glaring mass, Wild terror Itrides: their stubborn rocks are rent ; Clatter their heavy hammers down by turns, Their mountains îink; their yawning caverns fame; Flattening the steel; from their rough hands receive And fiery torrents roll impetuous down,
The sharper'd instrument, that from the flock Proud cities deluging ; Pompeian towers,
Severs the feece. If verdant elder spreads And Herculantan, and what riotous stood
Her silver fowers ; if humble daisies yield In Syrian valley, where now the Dead Sea
To yellow crow-foot, and luxuriant grass, Mong fol.tary hills infectious lies.
Gay shearing-time approaches. Firit, howe'er,
Drive to the double fold, upon the brim * Mr. Joseph Nutt, an eminent apothecary at Hinckley; of whom see the history of that time, * The caves of Brigantium—the forges of Shef. p. 157.
field, in Yorkshire, where the shepherds Acars and + Soare a river in Leicestershire.
all edge-tools are made.
Of a clear river; gently drive the dock,
Shear them the fourth or fifth return of morn,
At hearing-time, along the lively vales,
While th' old apart, upon a bank reclin'd,
Could I recall those notes, which once the Muse
“ Was e'er so lofty, nor so nobly rise 66 Their polish'd pillars, as these aged oaks, “ Which o'er our fleecy wealth and harmless sports " Thus have expanded wide their sheltering arms, " Thrice told an hundred fummers. Sweet Con
tent; " Ye gentle Shepherds, pillow us at night.”
" Yes, tunetul Damon, for our cares are shorts « Rising and falling with the chearful day,” Colin reply'd ; “ and pleasing weariness “ Soon our unaching head to neep inclines. ". Is it in cities fo? where, poets tell, “ The cries of sorrow sadden all the streets, “ And the diseases of intemperate wealth. “ Alas, that any ills from wealth Tould rise !
" May the sweet nightingale on yonder spray, " May this clear stream, these lawns, those snowa
ir' white lanıbs, «. Which, with a pretty innocence of look, “ Skip on the green, and race in little troops; “ May that great lamp, which finks behind the “ And streams around variety of lights, “ Recall them erring : this is Damon's wish.
“ Huge Breaden's * ftony summit once I climbid " After a kindling : Damon, what a scene ! “ What various views unnumber'd spread beneath! " Woods, towers, vales, caves, dells, cliffs and
" torrent floods; " And here and there, between the spiry rocks, " The broad flat sea. Far nobler prospects these, “ Than gardens black with smoke in dusty towns, " Where stenchy vapours often blot the fun : “ Yet, flying from his quiet, thither crouds “ Each greedy wretch for tardy-rising wealth, " Which comes too late ; that courts the taste in
« Or nauseates with distempers. Yes, ye rich; “ Still, still be rich, if thus ye fashion life ; “ And piping, careless, silly shepherds we, " We filly shepherds, all intent to feed “ Our snowy flocks, and wind the sleeky fleece."
« Deem not, howe'er, our occupation mean;" Damon reply'd, " while the Supreme accounts “ Well of the faithful shepherd, rank'd alike “ With king and priest: they also shepherds are ; " For so th' Allaleeing styles them; to remind “ Elated man, forgetful of his charge."
" But haste, begin the rites : see purple Eve " Stretches her Mhadows : all ye nymphs and swains 66 Hither assemble. Pleas'd with honours due, " Sabrina, guardian of the crystal food, “ Shall bless our cares, when the by moonlight clear " Skims o’er the dales, and eyes our Neeping folds ; " Or in hoar caves around Plynlymmon's brow, “ Where precious minerals dart their purple gleams, " Among her sisters the reclines; the lov'd " Vaga t, profuse of graces, Ryddol + rough, " Blithe Ystwith t, and Clevedoc † (wift of foot ; “ And mingles various seeds of flowers and herbs, "In the divided torrents, ere they burst
* A hill on the boarders of Montgomeryshire.
+ Vaga, Ryddol, Yitwith, and Clevedoc, ria vers, the springs of which rise in the fides of Plyn, lymmón.
* A high hill in Shropshire.
* Through the dark clouds, and down the mountain rous ages : their revival, forft at Venice. Couna
tries noted for wool in the present times. - Wool the i Ner taint-worm Thall infect the yeaning herds,' best of all ihe various materials for cloathing. The “ Nor penny-grass, nor spearwort's poisonous wool our island, peculiarly excellent, is the combo « leaf."
Methods to prevent its exportationa He said: with light fantastic toe, the nymphs Apology of the author for treating this subje&t. Thither assembled, thither every swain ;
Bishop Blaize the inventor of wool-combing. Of And o'er the dimpled stream a thousand flowers, the dying of wool. Few dyes the natural product Pale lillies, roses, violets, and pinks,
of England. Neceffity of trade for importing them. Mix'd with the greens of burnet, mint, and thyme, The advantages of trade, and its utility in the moAnd trefoil, sprinkled with their sportive arms. ral world; exemplified in the prosperity and ruin of Such custom holds along th' irriguous vales,
the elder Tyre.
With various numbers, through the simple With envious hate enragéd. 'The jolly chear,
theme Spread on a moffy bank, untouch'd abides,
To win attention : this, ye shepherd s vains, Till cease the rites : and now the mosty bank
This is a labour. Yet, O Wray, if thou Is gaily circled, and the jolly chear
Cease not with skilful iland to point her way, Dispers'd in copious measure ; early fruits,
The lark-wing'd Muse, above the grasly vale; And those of frugal store, in husk or rind ;
And hills, and wood, ihall, singing, fuar aloft ; Steep'd grain, and curdled milk with dulcet cream
And he, whom Learning, Wisdom, Candors Soft temper'd, in full merriment they quaff,
Royston approve, and patronize the strain.
Through all the brute creation, none, as sheep, And winding vallies, with the various notes
To lordly man such ample tribute pay. Of pipe, sheep, kine, and birds, and liquid brouks,
For him their udders yield nectareous streams : Unite their echoes: near at hand the wide
For him their downy vestures they resign ; Majestic wave of Severn Nowly rolls
For him they spread the feast : ah ! ne'er may he Along the deep-divided glebe: the flood, And trading bark with low contracted fail,
Glory in wants, which doom to pain and death
His blameless fellow-creatures. Let disease, Linger among the reeds and copsy banks
Let wasted hunger, by destroying live;
And the permission use with trembling thanks,
Like Brama's healthy sons on Indus' banks;
Whom the pure stream and garden fruits suitain,
Ye are the sons of Nature ; your mild hands
Are innocent: ye, when ye fhear, relieve.
Collect : alternate songs Thall footh your cares,
Be faithful ; and the genuine locks alone INTRODUCTION. Recommendation of mercifulness Wrap round: nor alien flake nor pitch enfold :
is animals. Of the winding of wool. Diversity of Stain not your stores with base desire to add
Fallacious weight : nor yet, to mimic those,
Guard too from moisture, and the fretting moth proveable ; exemplified in the drainage of Bedford Pernicious: the, in gloomy Made conceaid, Level. Britain in ancient times not esteemed for Her labyrinth cuts, and mocks the comber's care. wool. Countries esteemed for wool before the Ar
But in louse locks of fe!ls the most delights, gemaušic expedition. Of that expediticri, and its And feeble fleeces of distemper'd meep,
Countries afterwards efteemed for Whither The haftens, by the morbid (cent wiol. The decay of arts and sciences in the barba
* The country about Rofs, in Hereford hire. Dolvoryn, a ruinous castle in MontgomeryMire, on the banks of the Severr..
Allur'd; as the fwift eagle to the fields
Through a dull round, in unimproving farms Of Aaughtering war or carnage : such apart Of common-fields : inclose, inclose, ye swains ; Keep for their proper use. Our ancestors
Why will you joy in common-field, where pitch, Sclected such, for hospitable beds
Noxious to wool, muft stain your motley flock, To reft the stranger, or the gory chief,
To mark your property? The mark dilates, From battle or the chace of wolves return'd. Enters the flake depreciated, defild,
When many-colour'd Evening sinks behind Unfit for beauteous tint : besides, in fields The purple woods and hills, and opposite
Promiscuous held, all culture languishes ; Rises, full-orb'd, the filver harveft-moon,
The glebe, exhausted, thin supply receives ; To light th' unwearied farmer, late afield
Dull waters reft upon the rushy flats His scatter'd Meaves collecting ; then expect And barren furrows : none the rising grove The artists, bent on speed, from populous Leeds, There plants for late pofterity, nor hedge Norwich, or Froome; they traverse every plain, To field the flock, nor cople for chearing fire ; And every dale, where farm er cottage fmokes : And, in the distant village, every hearth Reject them not; and let tře season's price
Deyours the grafty (werd, the verdant food Win thy soft treasures : let the bulky wain
Of injur'd herds and flocks, or what the plough Through dusty roads roll nodding ; or the bark, Should turn and moulder for the bearded grain.; That filently adown the cerule stream
Pernicious habit, drawing gradual on Glides with white fails, dispense the downy freight Increasing beggary, and Nature's frowns. To copfy villages on either side,
Add too, the idle pilferer easier there And spiry towns, where ready diligence,
Eludes detection, when a lamb or ewe
From intermingled Aocks he steals; or when,
The milky stalk of the tall green ear'd corn,
The year's Now-ripening fruit, the anxious hope Of curious skill to fort the feveral kinds.
Of his laborious neighbour, hedeftroys. But in this subtle science none exceed
There are, who over-rate our spungy storess' Th' industrious Belgians, to the work who guide Who deem that Nature grants no clime, but oursy Each feeble hand of want: their spacious domes To spread upon its fields the dews of heaven, With boundlefs hospitality receive
And feed the filky fleece ; that card, nor comb, Each nation's outcasts : there the tender eye The hairy woll of Gaul can e'er subdue, May view the maim'd, the blind, the lame, To form the thread, and mingle in the loom, employ'd,
Unlefs a third from Britain swell the heap. And unrejected age ; ev'n childhood there
Illusion all ; though of our sun and air Its little fingers turning to the toil
Not trivial is the virtue: nor their fruit, Delighted : simbly, with habitual speed,
Upon our snowy flocks, of small efteem: They sever lock from lock, and long and Morty The grain of brightest tin&ture none so well And soft, and rigid, pile in feveral heaps.
Imbibes: the wealthy Gobelins must to this This the dulk hatter asks; another shines,
Bear witness, and the coAlieft of their looms. Tempting the clothier ; that the hosier feeks;
And though, with hue of crocus or of rose, The long bright lock is apt for airy stuffs ;
of subtle food, or air, or soil, But often it deceives the artist's care,
Can dye the living fleece ; yet "twill avail Breaking unuseful in the steely comb:
To note their influence in the tinging vase. For this long Ipungy wool no more increase Therefore from herbage of old-pastur'd plains, Receives, while Winter petrifies the fields :
Chief from the matted turf of azure marle, The growth of Autumn stops : and what though Where grow the whitest locks, collect thy stores. Spring
Those fields regard riot, through whose recent turf Succeeds with rofy finger, and spins on
The miry soil appears; not ev'n the streams The texture ? yet in vain the strives to link
Of Yare, or silver Stroud, can purify The silver twine to that of Autumn's hand.
Their frequent-Sully'd feece ; nor what rough Be then the swain advis'd to Thield his flocks
winds, From winter's deadening frosts and whelming Keen-biting on tempestuous hills, inbrown. frows :
Yet much may be performd, to check the force Let the loud tempest rattle on the roof,
Of Nature'srigor : the high heath, by trees While they, secure within, warm cribs enjoy, Warm-shelter'd, may despise the rage of storms : And swell their fleeces, equal to the worth
Moors, bogs, and weeping fens, may learn to smile, Of cloath'd Apulian *, by soft warmth improv'd : And leave in dykes their soon-forgotten tears. Or let them inward neat and vigor find,
Labor and Art will every aim atchieve By food of cole or turnep, hardy plants.
Of noble bofoms. Bedford Level *, erst Besides, the lock of one continued growth
A dreary pathless waste, the coughing flock Imbibes a clearer and more equal dye.
Was wont with hairy ficeces to deform; But lightest wool is theirs, who poorly toil, And, smiling with her lure of summer flowers,
The heavy ox, vain-struggling, to ingulph; * The shepherds of Apulia, Tarentum; and Russel, arose, who drain’d the rushy fen,
Till one, of that high-honour'd patriot name, Attica, used in cluath their sheep with skins, to preserve and improve their fecces.
* In Cambridgeshire.