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Oft lift'ning how the hounds and horn

Chearly roufe the flumb'ring morn,
From the fide of fome hoar hill,

Through the high wood echoing shrill:
Some time walking not unseen

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By hedge-row elms, on hillocs green,
Right against the eastern gate,

Where the great fun begins his state,
Rob'd in flames, and amber light,

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The clouds in thousand liveries dight,
While the plow-man near at hand

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Mountains on whose barren breast
The lab'ring clouds do often rest,
Meadows trim with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.
Towers and battlements it fees

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Bofom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps fome beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighb'ring eyes.

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Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes,

From betwixt two aged oaks,
Where Corydon and Thyrfis met,
Are at their favory dinner fet
Of herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses;
And then in hafte her bow'r she leaves,
With Theftylis to bind the sheaves;
Or if the earlier season lead

To the tann'd haycock in the mead.
Sometimes with fecure delight
The upland hamlets will invite,
When the merry bells ring round,

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And the jocond rebecs found

To many a youth, and many a maid,

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Dancing in the chequer'd fhade;

And young and old come forth to play
On a sunshine holy-day,

Till the live-long day-light fail;

Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,

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With ftories told of many a feat,

How faery Mab the junkets eat,
She was pincht, and pull'd she said,
And he by friars lanthorn led
Tells how the drudging Goblin swet,
To earn his cream-bowl duly fet,
When in one night, ere glimpse of
His shadowy flale hath thresh'd the corn,

morn,

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That ten day-lab'rers could not end;
Then lies him down the lubbar fiend,
And flretch'd out all the chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength,
And crop-full out of doors he flings,
Ere the first cock his matin rings.

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Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,

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By whisp'ring winds foon lull'd asleep.
Towred cities please us then,

And the busy hum of men,

Where throngs of knights and barons bold
In weeds of peace high triumphs hold,
With store of ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize

Of wit, or arms, while both contend

To win her grace, whom all commend.
There let Hymen oft appear

In faffron robe, with taper clear,
And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask, and antique pageantry,
Such fights as youthful poets dream
On fummer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Johnson's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespear, fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
And ever against eating cares,

Lap me in foft Lydian airs,

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Married to immortal verfe,

Such as the meeting Soul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout,
Of linked sweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,

The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwisting all the chains that ty

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The brood of folly without father bred,

How little you bested,

Or fill'd the fixed mind with all

Dwell in fome idle brain,

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And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess,

As thick and numberlefs

As the gay motes that people the fun-beams, Or likeft hovering dreams

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The fickle penfioners of Morpheus train. But hail thou Goddefs, fage and holy,

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Hail divineft Melancholy,

Whose faintly visage is too bright

To hit the sense of human fight,

And therefore to our weaker view

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O'er-laid with black, ftaid wisdom's hue;

Black, but fuch as in esteem

Prince Memnon's fifter might beseem,

Or that starr'd Ethiop queen that strove

To set her beauties praise above

The Sea-Nymphs, and their pow'rs offended:
Yet thou art higher far descended,

Thee bright-har'd Vefta long of yore
To folitary Saturn bore;

His daughter fhe (in Saturn's reign,

Such mixture was not held a stain.)
Oft in glimmering bow'rs and glades
He met her, and in fecret fhades
Of woody Ida's inmost grove,
While yet there was no fear of Jove.
Come penfive Nun, devout and
Sober, stedfast, and demure,
All in a robe of darkest grain,
Flowing with majestic train,
And fable stole of Cyprus lawn,
Over thy decent fhoulders drawn.

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