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III. TO MR. DODSLEY. Eyes her bright form in Severn's ambient wave, Cone then, my friend, thy sylvan taste display, Fam'd for her loyal cares in perils try'd,
Come, hear thy Faunus tune his rustic lay;
Ah, rather come, and in these dells disown
Who cheerless o'er her darkling region stray; Till Reason's morn arise, and light them on their iv. ON THE BACK OF A GOTHIC SEAT. way.
SHEPHERD, would'st thou here obtain
Joy that suits the rural sphere?
Gentle shepherd, lend an ear.
Learn to relish calm delight, Blasted before its bloom,
Verdant vales and fountains bright; Whose innocence did sweets disclose
Trees that nod on sloping hills, Beyond that flower's perfume.
Caves that echo tinkling rills. To those who for her death are griev'd,
If thou canst no charm disclose This consolation's given;
In the simplest bud that blows; She's from the storms of life reliv'd
Go, forsake thy plain and fold,
Join the crowd, and toil for gold.
All but love--for love inspires
Fonder wishes, warmer fires.
Hear what Reason seems to say:
" Crimson leaves the rose adorn, We rural fays and faeries dwell;
But beneath them lurks a thorn; Though rarely seen by mortal eye,
Fair and flowery is the brake,
Yet it hides the vengeful snake.
Dares the fleecy garb deride,
Think not she, who, light and vain, Afford the light our revels crave;
Scorns the sheep, can love the swain. The turf, with daisies broider'd o'er,
“ Artless deed and simple dress Exceeds, we wot, the Parian floor;
Mark the chosen shepherdess; Nor yet for artful strains we call,
Thoughts by decency control'd, But listen to the water's fall.
Well conceiv'd, and freely told. Would you then taste our tranquil scene,
“ Sense, that shuns each conscious air, Be sure your bosoms be serene.
Wit, that falls ere well aware; Devoid of hate, devoid of strife,
Generous pity, prone to sigh
If her kid or lambkin die.
“ Let not lucre, let not pride,
Draw thee from such charms aside, And tread with awe these favour'd bowers,
Have not those their proper sphere
Gentler passions triumph here.
“ See, to sweeten thy repose, But harm betide the wayward swain,
The blossom buds, the fouutain flows;
Lo! to crown thy healthful board,
“ Seek no more the rest is vain ;
Pleasure ending soon in pain:
Anguish lightly gilded o'er :-
Close thy wish, and seek no more."
G. S. POSVIT,
V. ON THE BACK OF A GOTHIC ALCOVI
You that bathe in courtly blysse,
Or toyle in Fortune's giddy spheare; " In Halesowen church-yard, on Miss Anne Do not too rashly deem amysse Powell,
Of him that bydes contented here,
Nor yet disdeigne the russet stoale,
XI. ON A SEAT
OF A SLOPE.
Nor let Ambition e'er invade
The tenants of this leafy bower, Or all beside some flowerye lawne,
That shun her paths, and slight her power ! He waste his inoffensive daye.
Hither the peaceful Halcyon flies So may he pardonne fraud and strife,
From social meads and open skies; If such in courtlye haunt he see :
Pleas'd by this rill her course to steer, For faults there beene in busye life,
And hide her sapphire plumage here. From whyche these peaceful glennes are free. The trout, bedropt with crimson stains,
Forsakes the river's proud domains ;
Forsakes the Sun's unwelcome gleam,
To lurk within this humble stream.
And sure I hear the Naïad say,
“ Flow, gentle stream, nor let the vain
Nor let the pensive sage repine,
Whose latent course resembles thine."
Fresh rising from the foamy tide,
| XVII. Intended to be written at the Beginning of She every bosom warms:
a Collection of Flowers, which Mr. SHENSTONE While half withdrawn she seems to hide,
coloured for Mrs. JAGO. And half reveals, her charms.
ELEGANTISSIMAE PVELLAE Learn hence, ye boastful sons of taste,
DOROTHEAE FANCOVRT Who plan the rural shade;
QVAE PERDILECTI SVI CONDISCIPVLI Learn hence to shun the vicious waste
RICHARDI IAGO Of pomp, at large display'd.
AMORES MERVIT, Let sweet concealment's magic art
DEBITAB NYMPHIS OPIFEX CORONAE.
XVIII. Proposed to Mr. Graves by Mr. SAENSTONI, No ray obtrusive pall the sight,
as a proper Inscription for himself. In aught you paint, or build.
AMICITIAE G. S. And far be driven the sumptuous glare
QVI, Of gold, from British groves ;
NAIADAS PARITER AC MVSAS And far the meretricious air
EXCOLENDO, Of China's vain alcoves.
SIMUL ET VILLAM EIVS ELEGANTISSIMAX
NOMENQVE SVVM 'Tis bashful beauty ever twines
ILLVSTRAVIT. The most coercive chain;
“ (FORTVNATVS ET ILLE DEOS QVI NOVIT AGRESTES) 'Tis she, that sovereign rule declines,
PANAQVE, SYLVANVMQVE, SENEM, NYMPHASQVE 50Who best deserves to reign,"
T 19 Nature here bids pleasing scenes arise,
See! the tall youth, by partial Fate's decree,
Thus, in the vacant season of the year,
VERSES RECEIVED BY THE POST, FROM A LADY UNKNOWN,
But ah! what airy forms around me rise ?
Mortal, thy aim we know, thy task approve;
“ Go, simple rhymer! bear this message true; The truths that Fairies dictate none shall rue. Say to the Bard in Leasowes' happy grove, Whom Dryads honour, and whom Fairies love
Content thyself no longer that thy lays, By others fosterd, lend to others praise ; No longer to the favouring world refuse The welcome treasures of thy polish'd Muse; The scatter'd blooms, that boast thy valued name, Collect, unite, and give the wreath to fame: Ne'er can thy virtues, or thy verse, engage More solid praise tban in this happiest age, When sense and merit's cherish'd by the Throne, And each illustrious privilege their own. Though modest be thy gentle Muse, I ween, Oh, lead her blushing from the daisied green, A fit attendant on Britannia's Queen.”'
Ye sportive elves, as faithful I relate
Of Paradise? What Najad's guiding hand Th'intrusted mandates of your fairy state, Leads, through the broider'd vale, the lucid rills, Visit these wilds again with nightly care ;
That, murmuring as they flow, bear melody So shall my kine, of all the herd, repair
Along their banks; and through the vocal shades In healthful plight to fill the copious pail !
Improve the music of the woodland choir ? My sheep lie pent with safety in the dale :
What pensive Dryad rais'd yon solemn grove, My poultry fear no robber in the roost,
Where minds contemplative, at close-of day My linen more than common whiteness boast : Retiring, muse o'er Nature's various works, Let order, peace, and housewifry be mine ;
Her wonders venerate, or her sweets enjoy Shenstone, be fancy, fame, and fortune thine. What room for doubt? Some rural deity,
Presiding, scatters o'er th’ unequal lawns,
And mingling woods and waters, hills and dales, ON THE DISCOVERY OF AN ECHO AT
And herds and bleating flocks, domestic fowl,
And those that swim the lake, sees rising round EDGBASTON.
More pleasing landscapes than in Tempe's vale
Penéus water'd. Yes, some sylvan god HA! what art thou, whose voice unknown
Spreads wide the varied prospect; waves the woods, Pours on these plains its tender moan?
Lifts the proud hills, and clears the shining lakes; Art thou the nymph in Shenstone's dale,
While, from the congregated waters pour'd, Who dost with plaintive note bewail
The barsting torrent tumbles down the steep That he forsakes th’ Aonian maids,
In foaming fury; fierce, irregular, To court inconstant rills and shades ?
Wild, interrupted, cross'd with rocks and roots Mourn not, sweet nymphs—alas, in vain
And interwoven trees; till, soon absorb'd, Do they invite, and thou complain
An opening cavern all its rage entombs.
So vanish human glories ! Such the pomp
Of swelling warriors, of ambitious kings,
Who fret and strut their hour upon the stage The listening herd around himn stray'd, In wanton frisk the lambkins play'd,
Of busy life, and then are heard no more! And every Naïad ceas'd to lave
“ Yes, 't is enchantment all-And:ee, the spells, Her azure limbs amid the wave.
The powerful incantations, magic rerse, The Graces dane'u; the rosy band
Inscrib'd on every tree, alcore, or urnOf Smiles and Loves went band in hand;
Spells !—Incantations !-ah, my tuneful friend! And purple Pleasures strew'd the way
Thine are the numbers! thine the wondrons work! With sweetest flowers : and every ray.
Yes, great magician ! now I read thee right, Of each fond Muse, with rapture fir'd,
And lightly weigh all sorcery but thine. To glowing thought his breast inspird.
No Naiad's leading step conducts the rill; The hills rejoic'd, the valleys rung,
Nor sylvan god presiding skirts the lawn All Nature smil'd, while Shenstone sung.
In beauteous wildness, with fair-spreading trees; So charm'd his lay; but now no more
Nor magic wand has circumscrib'd the scene. Ah! why dost thou repeat—" no more ?"
'Tis thine own taste, thy genius that presides, E'en now he hies to deck the grove,
Nor needs there other deity, nor needs To deck the scene the Muses love;
More potent spells than they.”—No more the swain, And soon again will own their sway,
For lo, his Damon, o'er the tufted lawn
Advancing, leads him to the social dome.
TO MR. R. D. ON THE DEATH OF
MR. SHENSTONE. VERSES BY MR. DODSLEY, ON HIS FIRST ARRIVAL AT THE LEASOWES, 1754. “ Hlow shall I fix my wandering eye? Where find Thee, shepherd, thee, the woods and desert caves, The source of this enchantment? Dwells it in With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown, The woods? or waves there rot a magic wand
And all their echoes mourn.
Milt. O'er the translucent waters ? Sure, unseen, Some favouring power directs the happy lines That sketch these beauties; swells the rising hills, 'Tis past, my friend; the transient scene is clos'd! And scoops the dales, to Nature's finest forms, The fairy pile, th'enchanted vision rais'd Vague, undetermin'd, infinite; untaught
By Damon's magic skill, is lost in air! By line or compass, yet supremely fair.”
What though the lawns and pendant woods reSo spake Philenor, as with raptur'd gaze
main, He travers'd Damon's farm. From distant plains Each tinkling stream, each rushing cataract, H esought his friend's abode: nor had the fame With lapse incessant echoes through the dale? Of that new-form'd Arcadia reach'd his ear. Yet what avails the lifeless landscape now?
And thus the swain, as o'er each hill and dale, The charm's dissolv'd; the genius of the wood, Through lawn or thicket he pursued his way: Alas! is flown—for Damon is no more. • What is it gilds the verdure of these meads As when from fair Lyceum crown'd with pines, With hues more bright than fancy paints the flowers Or Mænalus with leaves autumnal strew'd,