Sound ev'ning's simple melodies, and calm To peace each struggling passion of the breast. Once tenanted by Virtue still retain Their soothing pow'r, where Virtue dwells no more? 255 Those eyes, which ache with looking at the woes 260 Of birds, and rills, and breezes, whisp'ring soft 265 The threats of stern Oppression. What imprints 270 That calm delight with which the breast o'erflows, When tranquil prospects, vales, and flow'ry meads, It is the wish that there within these bow'rs The social virtues of domestic life 275 May rear their cot, and with Contentment dwell. But can we hope for feelings such as these That Mind to Nature lends its brightest charm. Far from the haunts of men, amidst these scenes 280 285 290 Her altars wreath'd with chaplets, and the smoke The eye of Taste that forms from Nature's stores 295 Views here a perfect picture. Broken shafts Andruzzena, in Arcadial. London. Published May 2: 2814, by G. & W. Nicol, Pall Mall. Engraved by Cha Turner. And mossy stones, half hid by flow'r and shrub, Listening with vacant gaze to the wild tale Of simple goatherd. In the middle space, O'er scatter'd heaps of massy pediment And sculptur'd frize, round which the myrtle waves The rocky knoll precipitous and bare Sweeps down to yonder vale, whose clust'ring woods Sleep in the lustre of the setting sun. Distant, and fading in the clouds of eve, 300 305 The blue hills bend their vast circumference, 310 A stately amphitheatre, and close Within their arms this peaceful solitude. O vale of Ladon, which so oft has rung With shout and song of rustic revelry, When Mirth, with vine-leaves wreathing his dark hair, 315 Sat at the festive board, or led the nymphs In mazy dance along thy flow'ry meads, How are thy echoes chang'd, and ev'ry breeze' |