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Lightly by frolic o'er the vacant mind,
Cherriet unmolefted, unconfin'd:
But the long pomp, the midnight mafquerade,
the freaks of wanten wealth array'd,
hefe, ere trifiers half their with obtain,
The bling pleasure fickens into pain;
Andes a while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart diftruiting afks, if this be joy?
Ytends to truth, ye ftatesmen who furvey,
Ta man's joys increase, the poor's decay,
Tanto judge how wide the limits ftand
Besplendid and a happy land.
Pas the tide with loads of freighted ore,
Atting folly hails them from her fhore;
Hva beyond the mifer's wish, abound,
en flock from all the world around;
toargains: this wealth is but a name
ares our useful product ftill the fame.
At lofs: the man of wealth and pride
Tanya space that many poor supplied;

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is like, his park's exter ded bounds, ter his horfes, equipage, and hounds; that wraps his limbs in filken floth, Bard the neighb`ring fields of half their Futh;

where folitary fports are feen, purns the cottage from the green; the world each needful product flies, the luxuries the world fupplies.

as the land adorn'd for pleasure all, I replendour feebly waits the fall. As far fernale, unadorn'd and plain, fe while youth confirms her reign, borrow'd charm that drefs fupplies: with art the triumph of her eyes: Becharmsarepaft (forcharmsarefrail) Wadvances, and when lovers fail, as forth, folicitous to blefs, kaaring impotence of drefs.

the land, by luxury betray'd, impleft charms at first array'd; g to decline, its fplendours rife, frike, its palaces furprife. Wourg'dby famine from the fmiling land, ful peafant leads his humble band; he inks, without one arm to fave, try blooms-a garden and a grave! hen, ah where, thall poverty refide, e the preffure of contiguous pride?

common's fencelefs limits ftray'd, s his flock to pick the fcanty blade, fenceles fields the fons of wealth divide, t's the bare-worn common is denied. the city fped-what waits him there? profufion that he must not share; ten thonfand baneful arts combin'd paper luxury, and thin mankind;

ach joy the fons of pleasure know red from his fellow-creature's woe. There the pale artift plies the fickly trade; what the courtier glitters in brocade, , while the proad their long-drawn pomp display, Thare the black gibbet glooms befide the way.

The dome where pleasure holds her midnight
reign,

Here, richly deck'd, admits the gorgeous train;
Tumultuous grandeur crouds the blazingsquare,
The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare.
Sure fcenes like these no troubles e'er annoy!
Sure these denote one univerfal joy! [eyes
Are these thy ferious thoughts? Ah, turn thine
Where the poor houseless thiv'ring female lies.
She, once, perhaps, in village plenty bleft,
Has wept at tales of innocence diftreft;
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn;
Now loft to all; her friends, her virtue fled,
Near her betrayer's door the lays her head;
And pinch'd with cold, and fhrinking from the
fhow'r,

With heavy heart deplores that luckless hour,
When idly first, ambitious of the town,
She left her wheel, and robes of country brown.

Do thine, fweet Auburn, thine, the lovelieft
Do thy fair tribes participate her pain? [train,
Ev'n now, perhaps, by cold and hunger fed,
At proud men's doors they ask a little bread!

Ah, no! to diftant climes, a dreary scene,
Where half the convex world intrudes between,
Through torrid tracts with fainting fteps they go,
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Far diff'rent there from all that charms before,
The various terrors of that horrid fhore;
Thofe blazing funs that dart a downward ray,
And fiercely thed intolerable day;
Thofe matted woods where birds forget to fing,
But filent bats in drowfy clusters cling:
Thofe pois'nous fields with rank luxuriance
crown'd,

Where the dark scorpion gathers death around;
Where at each step the ftranger fears to wake
The rattling terrors of the vengeful fnake;
Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey,
And favage men, more murd'rous ftill than they;
While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies,
Mingling the ravag'd landscape with the skies.
Far diff'rent thefe from ev'ry former fcene,
The cooling brook, the graffy-vested green,
The breezy covert of the warbling grove,
That only fhelter'd thefts of harmlets love.

Good Heaven! what forrows gloom'd that

parting day,

That call'd them from their native walks away;
When the poor exiles, ev'ry pleasure paft, [latt,
Hung round the bow'rs, and fondly look'd their
And took a long farewell, and wish'd in vain
For feats like thefe beyond the western main;
And fhudd'ring ftill to face the diftant deep,
Return'd and wept, and still return'd to weep!
The good old fire the first prepar'd to go
To new-found worlds, and wept for others woe;
But for himself, in confcious virtue brave,
He only with'd for worlds beyond the grave.
His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears,
The fond companion of his hapless years,
Silent went next, neglectful of her charms,

And left a lover's for her father's arms.

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With louder plaints the mother spoke her woes,
And blefs'd the cot where every pleasure rose;
And kifs'd herthoughtlefsbabeswithmany a tear,
And clafp'd them close, in forrow doubly dear;
Whilft her fond husband strove to lend relief
In all the filent manliness of grief.

O, luxury! thou curft by Heaven's decree,
How ill exchang'd are things like these for thee!
How do thy potions, with infidious joy,
Diffufe their pleafures only to destroy!
Kingdoms, by thee to fickly greatnefs grown,
Boalt of a florid vigour not their own.
Atev'ry draught more large and large they grow,
A bloated mafs of rank unwieldly woe;
Till fapp'd their strength,and ev'ry partunfound,
Down, down they fink, and spread a ruin round.
Even now the devaflation is begun,
And half the bus'nefs of deftruction done;
Ev'n now, methinks, as pond'ring here I ftand,!
I fee the rural virtues leave the land.
Down where yon anch'ring veffel spreads the fail,
That idly waiting flaps with every gale,
Downward they move, a melancholy band,
Pafs from the thore, and darken all the ftrand.
Contented toil, and hofpitable care,
And kind connubial tenderness, are there;
And piety with wishes plac'd above,
And steady loyalty, and faithful love.
And thou, fweet poetry, thou loveliest maid,
Still first to fly where fenfual joys invade;
Unfit in thefe degen'rate times of thame
To catch the heart, or strike for honeft fame;

Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried,
My fhame in crowds, my folitary pride!
Thou fource of all my blifs and all my woe,
'That found'ft me poor at first, and keep'ft me fo;
Thou guide, by which the nobler arts excel,
Thou fource of ev'ry virtue, fare thee well!
Farewell! and, oh! where'er thy voice be tried,
On Torrio's cliffs, or Pambamarca's fide,
Whether where equinoctial fervours glow,
Or winter wraps the polar world in fnow,
Still let thy voice, prevailing over time,
Redress the rigours of th' inclement clime;
Aid flighted truth with thy perfuative strain,
Teach erring man to fpurn the rage of gain;
Teach him that states, of native ftrength poffeft,
Though very poor, may ftill be very bleft;
That trade's proud empire haftes to fwift decay,
As ocean fweeps the labour'd mole away;
While felf dependant pow'r can time defy,
As rocks relift the billows and the sky.

3. Edvin and Angelina. A Ballad.
Goldfmith.

TURN, gentle Hermit of the dale,
And guide my lonely way

To where yon taper cheers the vale
With hofpitable ray.

For here forlorn and loft I tread,
With fainting steps and flow;
Where wilds, immeafurably fpread,
Seem length'ning as I go.'

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Then turn to-night, and freely share
My rufhy couch and frugal fare,
Whate'er my cell beftows;

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No flocks that range the valley free
My bleffing and repose.
To flaughter I condemn;
Taught by that power that pities me,
I learn to pity them:

But from the mountain's graffy fide
A guiltless feaft I bring;

A fcrip with herbs and fruit fupplied,
And water from the spring.

Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego;
All earth-born cares are wrong:
Man wants but little here below,

Nor wants that little long.'
Soft as the dew from heaven defcends,
His gentle accents fell:
The modeft ftranger lowly bends,
And follows to the cell.
Far in a wilderness obfcure

The lonely mansion lay;
A refuge to the neighb'ring poor,
And ftrangers led aftray.

No ftores beneath its humble thatch
Requir'd a master's care;

The wicket, op'ning with a latch,
And now, when bufy crowds retire
Receiv'd the harmless pair.

To take their ev'ning reft,
The Hermit trimm'd his little fire,
And cheer'd his penfive guest;
And spread his vegetable store,

And gaily prefs'd and smil'd;
And, skill'd in legendary lore,
The ling ring hours beguil'd.
Around in fympathetic mirth

Its tricks the kitten tries,
The cricket chirrups in the hearth,
The crackling faggot flies.
But nothing could a charm impart
To footh the ftranger's woe ;
For grief was heavy at his heart,
And tears began to flow.

His rifing cares the Hermit fpied,

With anfw'ring care opprefs'd:

And whence, unhappy youth,' he cried
The forrows of thy breast?

From better habitations spurn'd,
Reluctant dost thou rove?

Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd,
• Or unregarded love?

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Fre! fond youth, thy forrows hush,

And furn the fex!' he faid:

die he spoke, a rifing blush he-lorn guett betray'd.

d be feos new beauties rife, mantling to the view, barcours o'er the morning skies, Light, as tranfient too. Tful look, the rising breast, mate fpread alarms;

y tranger ftands confest 1d in all her charms.

forgive a ftranger rude, 4retch forlorn,' fhe cried,

feet unhallow'd thus intrude
Fire Heaven and you refide!
Beta maid thy pity fhare,
Who love has taught to stray;
Tks for reit, but finds despair
Companion of her way.

her liv'd befide the Tyne,
Athy lord was he;

As wealth was mark'd as mine, 'Ex but only me.

me from his tender arms faber'd fuitors came; Wis'd me for imputed charms, And felt, or feign'd a flame.

or a mercenary crowd W richest proffers ftrove;

the reft young Edwin bow'd,
But never talk'd of love.
able, fimpleft habit clad,
wealth or power had he;
n and worth were all he had,
thefe were all to me.

Tofom op'ning to the day,
The dews of heaven refin'd,
dnought of purity difplay
To emulate his mind.

The dew, the bloffoms of the tree,
With charms inconstant shine;

The charms were his, but, woe to me!
Their conftancy was mine.

For I tried each fickle art,
Importunate and vain;

And while his paffion touch'd my heart,
Iumph'd in his pain:

Till, quite dejected with my scorn,
"He left me to my pride;
And fought a folitude forlorn

In fecret, where he died.
But mine the forrow, mine the fault!
And well my life thall pay ;
I'll feek the folitude he fought,
And stretch me where he lay!
And there forlorn, defpairing, hid,
I'll lay me down and die;

''Twas fo for me that Edwin did,
And fo for him will I'

Forbid it, Heaven!' the Hermit cried, And clafp'd her to his breaft:

The wond'ring fair-one turn'd to chide'Twas Edwin's felf that prefs'd.

Turn Angelina, ever dear,

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Thy own, thy long-loft Edwin here, Reftor'd to love and thee!

Thus let me hold thee to my heart,

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And ev'ry care refign:

And fhail we never, never part,

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My life my all that's mine?

No, never from this hour to part;

We'll live and love fo true,

The figh that rends thy conftant heart • Shall break thy Edwin's too!"

§4. A Paftoral. In Four Parts. Pope.
To Sir William Trumbal.

PASTORAL I. SPRING.
FIRST in these fields I try the fylvan ftrains,
Nor blush to sport on Windfor's blissful plains.
Fair Thames, flow gently from thy facred fpring,
While on thy banks Sicilian Mufes fing;
Let vernal airs through trembling ofiers play,
And Albion's cliffs refound the rural lay.

You that,too wife for pride, too good for pow'r, Enjoy the glory to be great no more, And, carrying with you all the world can boaft, To all the world illuftriously are lost! O let my Mufe her flender reed inspire, Till in your native fhades you tune the lyre So when the nightingale to reft removes, The thruth may chant to the forfaken groves; But, charm'd to filence, liftens while fhe fings, And all th' aerial audience clap their wings.

Soon as the flocks fhook off the nightly dews, Two Swains, whom love kept wakeful, and the Mufe,

Pour'd o'er the whitening vale their fleecy care,
Fresh as the morn, and as the feafon fair:
The dawn now blufhing on the mountain's fide,
Thus Daphnis fpoke, and Strephon thus replied:

DAPHNIS.

Hear how the birds, on every bloomy spray, With joyous mufic wake the dawning day! Why fit we mute when early linnets fing, When warbling Philomel falutes the fpring?

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A foft retreat from fudden vernal show'rs Now rife, and hafte to yonder woodbine bo The turf with rural dainties thall be crown While op'ning bloomsdiffufe theirfweetsaro For, fee! the gath'ring flocks to fhelter te And from the Pleiads fruitful fhow'rs defd

PASTORAL II. SUMMER.

Addreffed to Dr. Garth.

A SHEPHERD's boy (he feeks no better na Led forth his flocks along the filver Tham Where dancing funbeams on the waters pla And verdant alders form'd a quiv'ring tha Soft as he mourn'd, the ftreams forgot to t The flocks around a dumb compaffion tho The Naiads wept, in ev'ry wat 'ry bow'r, And Jove confented in a filent fhow'r.

Accept, O Garth, the Mufe's early lays, That adds this wreath of ivy to thy bays; Hear what from Love unpractis'd hearts end From Love, the fole difeafe thou can'ft not c

Defence from Phoebus, not from Cupid's bes Ye fhady beeches, and ye cooling ftream To you I mourn, nor to the deaf I fing; The woods fhall answer, and their echo rir The hills and rocks attend my doleful layWhy art thou prouder and more hard than th The bleating theep with my complaints ag They parch'd with heat, and I inflam'd by t The fultry Sirius burns the thirty plains, While in thy heart eternal winter reigns.

Where fray, ye Mufts, in what lawn or gr While your Alexis pines in hopeless love? In thofe fair fields where facred Iis glides, Or elfe where Cam his winding vales divid

As in the cryftal fpring I view my face, eh mahuthes paint the watery glass; br face bole graces please thy eyes no more, the fountains which I fought before. I was fkill'd in ev'ry herb that grew, ery plant that drinks the morning dew; wretched fhepherd, what avails thy art, ceby lambs, but not to heal thy heart! ther wains attend the rural care, Ter flocks, or richer fleeces shear: 3syon mountain let me tune my lays, Love,and bind my brows with bays. mine which Colin's tuneful breath When living, and bequeath'd in death: --Alexis, take this pipe, the fame

the groves my Rofalinda's name: to the reeds fhall hang on yonder tree, ent, fince defpis'd by thee.

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yet my numbers please the rural throng, tyrs dance, and Pan applauds the fong: hs, forfaking ev'ry cave and fpring, my fruit and milk-white turtles bring: as nymph prefers her gifts in vain, her gifts are all beftow'd again. the fwains the faireft flow'rs defign, the garland all their beauties join: the wreath which you deferve alone, beauties are compris'd in one. delights in fylvan fcenes appear! g gods have found Elyfium here. right Venus with Adonis ftray'd, Diana haunts the foreft-fhade.

vely nymph, and blefs the filent hours, s from thearing feek their nightly

rs;

Theary reapers quit the fultry field, and with corn theirthankstoCeresyield. fs grove no fucking viper hides, a breaft the ferpent love abides, the from blossoms fip the rofy dew, Alexis knows no fweets but you. to vifit our forfaken feats, **y fountains, and the green retreats! er you walk, cool gales thall fan the glade, Are you fit, fhall crowd into a fhade:

you tread, the blushing flow'rs fhall

things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Ilong with you to pafs my days,
the Mules, and refound your praife!
mife the birds fhall chant in ev'ry grove,
ats thall waft it to the pow'rs above.

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fing, and rival Orpheus' ftrain, ording forests foon fhould dance again. ng mountains hear the pow'rful call, dig ftreams hang lift'ning in their fall! ee, the thepherds thun the noon-day heat, berds to murm'ring brooks retreat; hades the panting flocks remove; and is there no relief for Love?

But foon the fun with milder rays descends
To the cool ocean, where his journey ends:
On me Love's fiercer flames for ever prey;
By night he fcorches, as he burns by day.
PASTORAL III. AUTUMN.

Addreffed to Mr. Wycherley.
BENEATH the fhade a fpreading beech difplays
Hylas and Ægon fung their rural lays:
This mourn'd a faithlefs, that an abfent Love;
And Delia's name and Doris' fill'd the grove.
Ye Mantuan nymphs, your facred fuccourbring,
Hylas and gon's rural lays I fing.

Thou, whom the Nine with Plautus' wit inThe art of Terence, and Menander's fire; [fpire, Whose fenfe inftructs us, and whofe humour charms, [warms! Whofe judgment fways us, and whofe fpirit Oh, fkill'd in nature! fee the hearts of fwains, Their artlefs paffions, and their tender pains.

Now fetting Phoebus fhone ferenely bright, And fleecy clouds were freak 'dwithpurplelight; When tuneful Hylas with melodious moan Taught rocks to weep, and made the mountains groan.

Go gentle gales, and bear my fighs away! To Delia's ear the tender notes convey. As fome fad Turtle his loft love deplores, And with deep murmurs fills thefoundingfhores; Thus, far from Delia, to the winds I mourn, Alike unheard, unpitied, and forlorn.

Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along! For her, the feather'd choirs neglect their fong; For her, the limes their pleafing fhades deny; For her, the lilies hang their heads and die. Ye flow'rs that droop, forfaken by the fpring; Ye birds that, left by fummer, cease to fing Ye trees that fade when autumn heats remove, Say, is not abfence death to those who love?

Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away! Curs'd be the fields that caufe my Delia's stay Fade ev'ry bloffom, wither ev'ry tree, Die ev'ry flow'r, and perifh all but the! What have I faid? where'er my Delia flies, Let fpring attend, and fudden flow'rs arise, Let op'ning rofes knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from ev'ry thorn.

Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along! The birds fhall cease to tune their ev ning fong, The winds tobreathe, the waving woods to move, And ftreams to murmur ere I ceafe to love. Not bubbling fountains to the thirsty swain, Not balmy fleep to lab'rers faint with pain, Not fhow'rs to larks, or funshine to the bee, Are half fo charming as thy fight to me.

Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away! Come, Delia, come; ah, why this long delay? Thro' rocks and caves the name of Delia founds: Delia, each cave and echoing rock rebounds. Ye pow'rs, what pleafing phrenzy fooths my Do lovers dream, or is my Delia kind? [mind! She comes, my Delia comes! Now ceafe, my lay; And ceafe, ye gales, to bear my fighs away!

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