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ONTENTMENT, parent of delight,

So much a stranger to our fight,
Say, goddess, in what happy place
Mortals behold thy blooming face;
Thy gracious auspices impart,
And for thy temple choose my heart,
They, whom thou deignest to inspire,
Thy science learn, to bound desire;
By happy alchymy of mind
They turn to pleasure all they find;
They both disdain in outward mien
The grave and solemn garb of Spleen,
And meretricious arts of dress,
To feign a joy, and hide distress :
Unmov'd when the rude tempeit blows,
Without an opiate they repose;
And cover'd by your shield, defy
The whizzing ihafts, that round them fly:
Nor meddling with the gods' affairs,
Concern themselves with distant cares;
But place their bliss in mental rest,
And fealt upon the good poffefs'd.

Forc'd by soft violence of pray'r,
The blithsome goddess fooths my care;
I feel the deity inspire,
And thus she models


desire. Two hundred pounds half-yearly paid, Annuity securely made,

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A farm some twenty miles from town,
Small, tight, falubrious, and my own;
Two maids, that never saw the town,
A serving man not quite a clown,
A boy to help to tread the mow,
And drive, while t'other holds the plough ;
A chief, of temper form’d to please,
Fit to converse, and keep the keys;
And better to preserve the peace,
Commission'd by the name of niece;
With understandings of a fize
To think their master


May heaven (it's all I wish for) fend
One genial room to treat a friend,
Where decent cup-board, little plate,
Display benevolence, not state.
And may my humble dwelling stand
Upon some chosen spot of land :
A pond before full to the brim,
Where cows may cool, and geese may swin :
Behind, a green like velvet neat,
Soft to the eye, and to the feet ;
Where od'rous plants in evening fair
Breathe all around ambrofial air ;
From Eurus, foe to kitchen ground,
Fenc'd by a slope with bushes crown'd,
Fit dwelling for the feather'd throng,
Who pay their quit-rents with a fong;
With op'ning views of hill and dale,
Which fenfe and fancy too regale,
Where the half-cirque, which vifion bounds,
Like amphitheatre surrounds :


And woods impervious to the breeze,
Thick phalanx of embodied trees,
From hills through plains in dukk array
Extended far, repel the day.
Here stillness, height, and fulemn sade
Invite, and contemplation aid :
Here nymphs from hollow oaks relate
The dark decrees and will of fate,
And dreams beneath the spreading beech
Inspire, and docile fancy teach;
While soft as breczy breath of wind,
Impulses rustle through the mind :
Here Dryads, scorning Phæbus' ray,
While Pan melodious pipes away,
In measur'd motions frisk about,
'Till old Silenus puts them out.
There see the clover, pea, and bean,
Vie in variety of green ;
Fresh pastures speckled o'er with theep,
Brown fields their fallow fabbaths keep,
Plump Ceres golden tresses wear,
And poppy top-knots deck her hair,
And silver streams through meadows stray,
And Naiads on the margin play,
And lefser nymphs on side of hills
From play-thing urns pour down the rills,

Thus shelter'd, free from care and strife,
May I enjoy a calm through life;
See faction, fafe in low degree,
As men at land fee storms at sea,
And laugh at miserable elves,
Not kind, so much as to themselves,


Curs'd with such fouls of base alloy,
As can poffefs, but not enjoy ;
Debarr'd the pleasure to impart
By avorice, sphincter of the heart,
Who wealth, hard earn'd by guilty cares,
Bequeath untouch'd to thankless heirs.
May 1, with look ungloom'd by guile,
And wearing Virtue's liv'ry, smile,
Prone the distressed to relieve,
And little trespasses forgive,
With income not in Fortune's pow's,
And skill to make a busy hour,
With trips to town life to amuse,
To purchase books, and hear the newe,
To see old friends, brush off the clown,
And quicken tafte at coming dowo.
Unhurt by fickness' blafing rage,
And nowly mellowing into use,
When Fate extends its gathering gripe,
Fall off like fruit grown fully ripe ;
Quit a worn being without pain,
In hope to blossom foon again.


ILENT nymph, with curious eye!

Who, the purple ev'ning, lie,
On the mountain's lonely van,
Beyond the noise of busy man,
Painting fair the form of things,
While the yellow linnet sings ;

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Or the tuneful nightingale
Charins the forest with her tale ;
Come with all thy various hues,
Come and aid thy sister Muse:
Now while Phæbus riding high
Gives lustre to the land and sky!
Grongar Hill invites my song,
Draw the landskip bright and strong;
Grongar, in whose mossy cells
Sweetly musing Quiet dwells;
Grongar, in whose filent shade,
For the modeft Muses made,
So oft I have, the evening still,
At the fountain of a rill,
Sate upon a flow'ry bed,


hand beneath my head ; While stray'd my eyes o'er Towy's flood, Over mead, and over wood, From house to house, from hill to hill, "Till contemplation had her fill.

About his chequer'd fides I wind And leave his brooks and meads behind, And groves and grottoes where I lay, And viftoes hooting beams of day: Wide and wider fpreads the vale; As circles on a smooth canal; The mountains round, unhappy fate! Sooner or later, of all height, Withdraw their fummits from the skies, And lefsen as the others rise; Still the prospect wider fpreads, Adds a thousand woods and meads,

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