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Next Egon fung, while Windfor groves,ad-Thames heard the numbers, as he flow'd a And bade his willows learn the moving fo

mir'd;

Rehearse, ye Mufes, what yourfelves infpir'd.
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful strain!
Of perjur'd Doris, dying I complain:
Here, where the mountains, lefs'ning as they rife,
Lofe the low vales, and fteal into the skies;
While lab'ring oxen fpent with toil and heat,
In their loofe traces from the field retreat;
While curling fmokes from village tops are feen,
And the fleet fhades glide o'er the dufky green.
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay!
Beneath yon poplar oft we pafs'd the day:
Oft on the rind I carv'd her am'rous vows,
While the withgarlandshungthebendingboughs.
The garlands fade, the vows are worn away;
So dies her love, and fo my hopes decay.
Refound, ye hills,re found my mournful strain!
Now bright Arcturus glads the teeming grain,
Now golden fruits on loaded branches thine,
And grateful clusters fwell with floods of wine;
Now blufhing berries paint the yellow grove;
Juft gods! fhall all things yield returns but love?
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay!
The thepherds cry, "Thy flocks are left a prey."
Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep,
Who loft my heart while I preferv'd my theep?
Pan came, and afk'd what magic caus'd my fmart,
Or what ill eyes malignant glances dart?
What eyes but hers, alas! have pow'r to move?
And is there magic but what dwells in love?
Refound, ye hills, refound mymournfultrains!
I'll fly from thepherds, flocks, and flow'ry plains.
From thepherds,flocks,and plains, I may remove,
Forfake mankind, and all the world-but Love!
I know thee, Love! on foreign mountains bred,
Wolves gave thee fuck, and favage tigers fed:
Thou wert from Etna's burning entrails torn,
Got by fierce whirlwinds, and in thunder born!
Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful lay!
Farewell, ye woods! adieu, the light of day!
One leap from yonder cliff fhall end my pains:
No more, ye hills, no more refound my ftrains!
Thus fung the thepherds till th'approachofnight
The fkies yet bluthing with departing light;
When falling dews withfpanglesdeck'dtheglade,
And the low fun had lengthen'd ev'ry fhade.

PASTORAL IV. WINTER.

To the Memory of Mrs. Tempeft.

LYCIDAS.

THYRSIS, the mufic of that murm ring fpring
Is not fo mournful as the trains you fing;
Nor rivers winding thro' the vales below
So fweetly warble, or fo fmoothly flow.
Now fleeping flocks on their foft fleeces lie,
The moon, ferene in glory, mounts the sky,
While filent birds forget their tuneful lays,
Oh fing of Daphine's fate and Daphne's praife!

THYRSIS.

Behold the groves that thine with filver froft, Their beauty wither'd, and their verdure loft. Here fhall I try the fweet Alexis' strain, That call'd the lift'ning Dryads to the plain!

LYCIDAS.

So may kind rains their vital moisture yi And fwell the future harvest of the field. Begin; this charge the dying Daphne ga And faid, 'Ye thepherds, fing around my Sing, while befide the fhaded tomb I mou And with fresh bays her rural fhrine ador

THYRSIS.

Ye gentle Mufes, leave your crystal fp Let Nymphs and Sylvans cyprefs garlands! Ye weeping Loves, the stream with myrtles And break your bows as when Adonis di And with your golden darts, now useless g Infcribe a verfe on this relenting ftone: "Let nature change, let heaven and earth de "Fair Daphne's dead, and love is now no m

'Tis done, and nature's various charms See gloomy clouds obfcure the cheerful d Now hung with pearls the dropping trees a Their faded honours scatter'd on her biet See where on earth the flow'ry glories lie With her they flourish'd, and with herth Ah, what avail the beauties nature wore Fair Daphne's dead, and beauty is no m

For her the flocks refuse their verdant: The thirsty heifers fhun the gliding floo The filver swans her hapless fate bemoan In notes more fad than when they fing thei In hollow caves fweet Echo filent lies, Silent, or only to her name replies; Her name with pleasure once the taught the Now Daphne 's dead, and pleasure is no

No grateful dews defcend from ev'ning Nor morning odours from the flow'rs ar No rich perfumes refresh the fruitful fiel Nor fragrant herbs their native incenfe y The balmy Zephyrs, filent fince her deat Lament the ceafing of a sweeter breath; Th' induftrious bees neglect their golden Fair Daphne's dead, and fweetnefs is no Nomorethemountinglarks, while Daphn Shall, lift'ning in mid air, fufpend their wi No more the birds thall imitate her lays, Or, huth'd with wonder, hearken from the No more the ftreams their murmurs fhall for A sweeter mufic than their own to hear; But tell the reeds, and tell the vocal ho Fair Daphne's dead, and mufic is no mor

Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle bre And told in fighs to all the trembling tr The trembling trees, in ev'ry plain and Her fate re-murmur to the filver flood; The filver flood, fo lately calm, appears Swell'd with new paffion,ando'erflowswit The winds, andtrees,andfloods,herdeathd Daphne, our grief, our glory now no more

But fee! where Daphne wond'ring mou Above the clouds, above the ftarry sky! Eternal beauties grace the fhining fcene, Fields ever freth, and groves for ever g

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Rt. Hon. George Loret Lanfdown. Ts, Windfor! and thy green retreats, the Monarch's and the Mules' feats, 2 bays. Be prefent, fylvan maids! Our fprings, and open all your shades. commands; your aid, O Mufes bring! ⚫ for Granville can refufe to fing? Toses of Eden, vanish'd now fo long,

ription, and look green in fong: my breaft inspir'd with equal flame, a beauty, thould be like in fame. and vales, the woodland and the plain, at and water feem to strive again! like, together crush'd and bruis'd, e world, harmoniously confus'd: Vender in variety we fee,

, tho' all things differ, all agree. *ing groves a chequer'd fcene difplay, admit, and part exclude the day; coy nymph her lover's warm address indulges, nor can quite reprefs. ripers'd in lawns and op'ning glades, rife that thun each other's fhades: light the ruffet plains extend;.› apt in clouds, the bluish hills afcend. wild heath difplays her purple dyes, *t the defert fruitful fields arife,

w'd withtufted trees andfringingcorn, erdant iles, the fable wafte adorn. Sita boat her plants, nor envy we

eping amber or the balmy tree,

by our oaks the precious loads are borne, transcommanded which thofe trees adorn. prod Olympus yields a nobler fight,

sembled grace his tow'ring height, what more humble mountains offer here, When, was bleffings, all thofe gods appear.

| See Pan with flocks,with fruits Pomona crown'd;
Here blufhing Flora paints th' enamell'd ground,
Here Ceres' gifts in waving profpect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand;
Rich Industry fits fmiling on the plains,
And peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns.
Not thus the land appear'd in ages paft,
A dreary defert, and a gloomy waste;
To favage beafts and favage laws a prey;
Who claim'd the fkies, difpeopled air and floods,
And kings more furious and fevere than they;
The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods:
Cities laid wafte, they ftorm'd the dens and caves
(For wifer brutes were backward to be flaves),
What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd,
And ev'n the elements a tyrant fway'd?
In vain kind seasons fwell'd the teeming grain,
Soft fhow'rs diftill'd,and funs grew warm in vain;
The fwain with tears his fruftrate labour yields,
And famith'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields.
What wonder then, a beast or fubject flain
Were equal crimes in a defpotic reign?
Both doom'd alike for fportive tyrants bled;
But while the subject ftarv'd, the beaft was fed.
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chace began;
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man:
Our haughty Norman boasts that barb'rous name,
And makes his trembling flaves the royal game.
Thefields are ravish'd from th'induftriousfwains.
From men their cities, and from gods their fanes;
The levell'd towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er;
The hollow winds thro' naked temples roar;
Round broken columns clafping ivy twin'd;
O'er heaps of ruin ftalk'd the stately hind;
The fox obfcene to gaping tombs retires;
And favage howlings fill the facred quires.
Aw'd by his nobles, by his commons curft,
Th' oppreffor rul'd tyrannic where he durft;
Stretch'd o'er the poor and church his iron rod,
And ferv'd alike his vaffals and his God.
Whom ev'n the Saxon fpar'd, and bloody Dane,
The wanton victims of his fport remaiñ.
But fee, the man who fpacious regions gave
A wafte for beafts, himself denied a grave!
Stretch'd on the lawn his fecond hope furvey,
At once the chafer, and at once the prey:
Lo! Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart,
Bleeds in the forest like a wounded hart.
Succeeding monarchs heard the fubject's cries,
Nor faw difpleas'd the peaceful cottage rife.
Thengath'ringflockson unknownmountains fed;
O'er fandy wilds were yellow harvests spread;
The forefts wonder'd at the unusual grain,
And fecret tranfport touch'd the consciousfwain.
Fair Liberty, Britannia's Goddefs, rears
Her cheerful head, and leads the golden years.

Ye vig'rous fwains! while youth ferments your
Andpurerfpirits fwell the fprightly flood, [blood,
Now range the hills, the gameful woods befet,
Wind the thrill horn, or fpread the waving net.
When milder autumn fummer's heat fucceeds,
And in the new-fhorn field the partridge feeds,
Before his lord the ready spaniel bounds,
Panting with hope, he tries the furrow`dgrounds;

But

But when the tainted gales the game betray,
Couch'd close he lies, and meditates the prey:
Secure they trust th' unfaithful field befet,
Till hov'ring o'er 'em fweeps the fwelling net.
Thus (iffmall things we may with great compare)
When Albion fends her eager fons to war,
Some thoughtless town, with cafe and plentybieft,
Near, and more near, the clofing lines inveft;
Sudden they feize th' amaz'd, defencelets prize,
And high in air Britannia's ftandard flies.

See! from the brake the whirring pheafant
fprings,

And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
Ah! what avail his gloffy, varying dyes,
His purpled crest and fcarlet-circled eyes,
The vivid green his thining plumes unfold,
His painted wings, and breaft that flames with
gold!

Whofe care, like hers, protects the fylvan re
The earth's fair light, and Emprefs of the m
Here too, 'tis fung of old Diana ftray'd,
And Cynthus' top forfook for Windfor-h
Here was the feen o'er airy waftes to rove,
Seek the clear fpring, or haunt the pathlefs gr
Here arm'd with filver bows, in early daw
Her bufkin'd Virgins trac'd the dewy lawr

Above the rest a rural nymph was fam'd
Thy offspring, Thames! the fair Lodona na
(Lodona's fate, in long oblivion caft,
The Mufe fhall fing, and what the fings fhall
Scarce could the goddefs from her nymp
known,

But by the crefcent, and the golden zone
She fcorn'd the praife of beauty, and the ca
A belt her waist, a fillet binds her hair;
A pointed quiver on her thoulder founds,
And with her dart the flying deer the wou
It chanc'd, as, eager of the chace, the mai
Nor yet, when moit Ar&turus clouds the fky, Beyond the foreft's verdant limits ftray'd,
The woods and fields their pleafing toils deny. Pan faw and lov'd; and, burning with def
To plains with well-breath'd beagles we repair, Purfu'd her flight; her flight increas'd his
And trace the mazes of the circling hare: Not half fo fwift the trembling doves can f
(Beasts, urg'd by us, their fellow beats purfue, When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid i
And learn of an each other to undo): [roves, Not half fo fwiftly the fierce eagle moves.
With flaught'ring guns th' unwearied fowler When thro' the clouds he drives the trem
When frofts have whiten'd all the naked groves;
Where doves in flocks the leaflefs trees o'erfhade, As from the god fhe flew with furious pa
And lonely woodcocks haunt the wat'ry glade.
He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye;
Straight a fhort thunder breaks the frozen fky:
Oft, as in airy rings they fkim 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 fpring, beneath the quiv'ring thade,
Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead,
The patient fither takes his filent ftand,
Intent, his angle trembling in his hand:
With looks unmov'd he hopes the fcaly breed,
And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed,
Our plenteous ftreams a various race fupply:
The bright-eyed perch, with fins of Tyrian dye;
The filver eel, in' fhining volumes roll'd;
The yellow carp, in fcales bedropt with gold;
Swift trouts, divertified with crimson ftains;
And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.

Now Cancer glows with Phoebus' fiery car;
The youth ruth eager to the fylvan war,
Swarm o'er the lawns, the foreft walks furround,
Roufe the fleet hart, and cheer the opening hound.
Th' impatient courfer pants in every vein,
And pawing feeras to beat the diftant plain:
His, vales, and floods, appear already crois'd,
And ere he itarts a thousand steps are loft.
See the bold youth rain up the threat ning teep,
kuth thro' the thickets, down the valley fweep,
Hang o'er their courfers' heads with eager fpeed,
And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed.
Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain,
Th' immortal huntress, and her virgin-train;
Nor envy, Windfor! fince thy thades have feen
As bright a Goddets, and as chaffe a Queen:

doves;

Or as the god more furious urg'd the cha
Now fainting, finking, pale, the nymph app
Now clofe behind his founding fteps the he
And now his fhadow reach'd her as the r
His fhadow lengthen'd by the setting fun
And now his fhorter breath, with fultry:
Pants on her neck, and fans her parting h
In vain on father Thames the ealls for d
Nor could Diana help her injur`d maid.
Faint, breathless, thus the pray'd, nor pray
vain-

"Ah Cynthia! ah-tho' banish'd from thy
"Let me, O let me, to the fhades repair,

My native fhades-there weep, and mu
She lay, and melting as in tears the lay, [th
In a foft filver stream diffolv'd away.
The filver ftream her virgin coldnefs keeps
For ever murmurs, and for ever weeps,
Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore
And bathes the foreft where the rang'd be
In her chafte current oft the goddess lave
And with celeftial tears augments the wa
Oft in her glafs the mufing thepherds fpi
Theheadlong mountains and thedownward
The wat ry landskip of the pendent wood
And abfent trees that tremble in the floo
In the clear azure gleam the flocks are fe
And floating forefts paint the waves with g
Thro' the fair scene roll flow the ling ringtr
Then foaming pour along, and rush int

Thames.

Thou, too, great father of the British flo With joyful pride furvey'st our lofty woo Where tow'ring oaks their growing honour And future navies on thy thores appear:

Nut Neptune's felf from all her ftreams receives mitribute than to thine he gives. fith, fo gay no banks appear, e gentle, and no fpring fo clear; Powells the fabling Poet's lays, ed along the fkies his current strays, se, which vilits Windfor's fam'd abodes; : cette manfion of our earthly gods :

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ftars above a luftre fhew bright beauties on the banks below; ve, fubdued by mortal passion still, ge Olympus for a nobler hill.

the man whom this bright Court

reign favours, and his country loves :

lin, who to these fhades retires, Aare charms, and whom the Muse

. wer joys of home- felt quiet pleafe, tudy, exercife, and ease.

alth from herbs the forefts yields, or fragrant phyfic fpoils the fields; carts exalts the min'ral pow'rs, the aromatic fouls of flow'rs: arks the course of rolling orbs on high; #worlds now travels with his eye; writ unlocks the learned store, dead and lives paft ages o'er: rag thonghtful in the filent wood, the duties of the wife and good, e a mean, but to himfelf a friend, nature, and regard his end; was saven with more than mortal eyes, sine foal expatiate in the fkies,

kindred ftars familiar roam, *egion, and confefs her home! elife great Scipio once admir'd; , and Trumbal thus, retir'd. nine! that all my foul poffefs, res fire me, and whofe vifions blefs. & har me to fequefter'd fcenes,

zes, and furrounding greens ; sharks which fragrant breezes fill, -te hues fport on Cooper's Hill

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› Hill eternal wreaths shall grow, the mountain, or while Thames fhall confecrated walks to rove, [flow) die along the grove: #ound, I roam from fhade to fhade, te noets venerable made :

lays majestic Denham fung; numbers flow'd from Cowley's

what tears the river shed,
dpomp along his banks were led !
wans on ev'ry note expire,
lows hung each Mufe's lyre.
atiefstopp'd theirheavenly voice,
reits ring, or groves rejoice;
charm the fhades where Cowley

try, and lofty Denham fung?
oves rejoice, the foreft rings!
d? or is it Granville fings?

'Tis yours, my Lord, to blefs our foft retreats,
And call the Mufes to their ancient feats;
To paint anew the flow'ry fylvan fcenes,
To crown the forefts with immortal greens,
Make Windfor hills in lofty numbers rife,
And lift her turrets nearer to the skies;
To fing those honours you deferve to wear,
And add new luftre to her filver star.
Here noble Surrey felt the facred rage,
Surrey, the Granville of a former age:
Matchlefs his pen, victorious was his lance,
Bold in the lifts, and graceful in the dance:
In the fame fhades the Cupids tun'd his lyre,
To the fame notes of love, and foft defire:
Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow,
Then fill'd the groves, as heavenly Mira now.

Oh wouldst thou fing what heroes Windfor

bore,

Whatkings firft breath'd upon her winding fores
Or raife old warriors, whofe ador'd remains
In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains;
With Edward's acts adorn the thining page,
Stretch his long triumphs down thro' ev'ry age;
Draw monarchschain'd,andCreffi'sgloriousfield,
The filies blazing on the regal shield:
Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall,
And leave inanimate the naked wall,
Still in thy fong fhould vanquith'd France appear,
And bleed for ever under Britain's fpear.

Let fofter ftrains ill-fated Henry mourn,
And palms eternal flourish round his urn.
Here o'er the Martyr King the marble weeps,
And, faft befide him, once-fear'd Edward fleeps :
Whom not th' extended Albion could contain,
From old Belerium to the northern main,
The grave unites: where e'en the great find rest,
And blended lie th' oppreffor and th' oppreft.

Make facred Charles's tomb for ever known (Obfcure the place, and uninfcrib'd the stone). Oh fact accurs'd! what tears has Albion fhed! Heavens! what new wounds! and how her old have bled!

She faw her fons with purple deaths expire,
Her facred domes involv'd in rolling fire,
A dreadful feries of inteftine wars,
Inglorious triumphs, and difhoneft fcars.
At length great Anna faid-Let difcord ceafe!'
She faid, the world obey'd, and all was peace!

In that bleft moment from his oozy bed
Old father Thames advanc'd his rev'rend head;
His treffes dropp'd with dews,and o'er the stream
His thining horns diffus'd a golden gleam:
Grav'd on his urn appear'd the moon, that guides
His fwelling waters and alternate tides;
The figur'd ftreams in waves of filver roll'd,
And on their banks Augufta rofe in gold;
Around his throne the fea-born brothers flood,
Who fwell with tributary urns his flood;
Firft, the fam'd authors of his ancient name,
The winding Ifis, and the fruitful Thame;
The Kennet fwift, for filver eels renown'd;
The Loddon flow, with verdant alders crown'd;
Cole, whofe clear streams his flow'ry iflands lave
And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave:

The

The blue, transparent Vandalis appears;
The gulphy Lee his fedgy treffes rears;
And fullen Mole, that hides his diving flood;
And filent Darent, ftain'd with Danish blood.
High in the midft, upon his urn reclin'd,
His fea-green mantle waving with the wind,
The god appear'd: he turn'd his azure eyes
Where Windfor domes and pompous turrets rife!
Then bow'd and fpoke; the winds forget to roar,
And the hufh'd waves glide foftly to the fhore.
Hail, facred Peace! hail, long expected days,
That Thames's glory to the ftars fhall raife!
'Tho' Tybers' ftreams immortal Rome behold,
Tho' foaming Hermus fwells with tides of gold,
From Heaven itself tho' feven-fold Nilus flows,
And harvests on a hundred realms bestows;
These now no more shall be the Mufes' themes,
Loft in my fame, as in the fea their streams.
Let Volga's banks with iron fquadrons thine,
And groves of lances glitter on the Rhine;
Let barb'rous Ganges arm a fervile train;
Be mine the bleffings of a peaceful reign!
No more my fons fhall dye with British blood
Red Iber's fands, or Ifter's foaming flood:
Safe on my fhore each unmolested fwain
Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain;
The fhady empire fhall retain no trace
Of war or blood but in the fylvan chace;
Thetrumpets fleepwhile cheerful hornsareblown,
And arms employed on birds and beafts alone.
Behold! th' afcending villas on my fide
Project long fhadows o'er the chryf i tide.
Behold! Augufta's glitt'ring fpires increase,
And temples rife, the beauteous works of peace.
I fee, I fee, where two fair cities bend
Their ample bow, a new Whitehall ascend!
There mighty nations fhall enquire their doom,
The world's great oracle in times to come;
There kings fhall fue, and fuppliant ftates be feen
Once more to bend before a British queen.
Thy trees, fair Windfor! now fhall leave their
woods,

And half thy forefts rush into my floods,
Bear Britain's thunder, and her cross display,
To the bright regions of the rifing day:
Tempt icy feas, where fcarce the waters roll,
Where clearer flames glow round the frozen pole;
Or under fouthern ikies exalt their fails,
Led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales:
For me the balm fhall bleed, the amber flow,
The coral redden, and the ruby glow:
The pearly fhell its lucid globe infold,
And Phoebus warm the rip'ning ore to gold,
The time fhall come when, free as feas or wind,
Unbounded Thames fall flow for all mankind;
Whole nations enter with each fwelling tide,
And feas but join the regions they divide;
Earth's diftant ends our glory fhall behold,
And the new world launch forth to feek the old.
Then fhips of uncouth form shall stem the tide,
And feather'd people crowd my wealthy fide;

[And naked youths and painted chiefs admi
Our fpeech, our colour, and our strange atti
Oh ftretch thy reign, fair Peace! from the
shore,

Till Conqueft ceafe, and Slavery be no mo
Till the freed Indians in their native grov
|Reap their own fruits, and woo their fable
Peru once more a race of kings behold,
And other Mexicos be roof'd with gold.
Exil'd by thee from earth to deepest hell
In brazen bonds fhall barb'rous Difcord
Gigantic Pride, pale Terror, gloomy Ca
And mad Ambition fhall attend her ther
There purple Vengeance bath'd in gore re
Her weapons blunted, and extinct her fir
There hateful Envy her own Inakes fhall
Aud Perfecution mourn her broken whe
There Faction roar, Rebellion bite her ch
And grafping furies thirst for blood in

Here ceafe thy flight, nor with unhallow
Touch the fair fame of Albion's golden
The thoughts of gods let Granville's verfe
And bring the fcenes of op'ning fate to
My humble Mufe, in unambitious strain
Paints the green forefts and the flow`ry p
Where Peace defcending bids her olives
And fcatters bleflings from her dove-like
Ev'n I more fweetly pafs my careless day
Pleas'd in the filent fhade with empty pra
Enough for me, that to the lift'ning fwai
First in these fields I fung the fylvan ftra

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