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Falls from its poise, and gives the breeze to blow. To them accountable ; nor slavish dream'd
That toiling millions must resign their weal,
As for themselves alone themselves have rais'd. And black by fits the shadows sweep along.
Hence every form of cultivated life A gaily-chequer'd heart-expanding view,
In order set, protected, and inspir’d, Far as the circling eye can shoot around,
Into perfection wrought. Uniting all,
Society grew numerous, high, polite,
And, stretching street on street, by thousands drew, And all the soft civility of life :
From twining woody haunts, or the tough yew Raiser of human-kind! by Nature cast,
To bows strong-straining, her aspiring sons. Naked, and helpless, out amid the woods
Then Commerce brought into the public walk And wilds, to rude inclement elements;
The busy merchant; the big warehouse built ; With various seeds of art deep in the mind Rais’d the strong crane ; chok'd up the loaded Implanted, and profusely pour'd around
street Materials infinite ; but idle all.
With foreign plenty ; and thy stream, 0 Thames, Still unexerted, in the unconscious breast,
Large, gentle, deep, majestic, king of floods! Slept the lethargic powers; corruption still, Chose for his grand resort. On either hand, Voracious, swallow'd what the liberal hand Like a long wintry forest, groves of masts of bounty scatter'd o'er the savage year :
Shot up their spires; the bellying sheet between And still the sad barbarian, roving, mix'd
Possess'd the breezy void ; the sooty hulk With beasts of prey: or for his acorn-meal Steer'd sluggish on; the splendid barge along Fought the fierce tusky boar; a shivering wretch! Row'd, regular, to harmony; around, Aghast, and comfortless, when the bleak north The boat, light skimming, stretch'd its oary wings; With Winter charg'd, let the mix'd tempest fly, While deep the various voice of fervent toil Hail, rain, and snow, and bitter-breathing frost : From bank to bank increas'd; whence ribb'd with oak Then to the shelter of the hut he fled ;
To bear the British thunder, black, and bold, And the wild season, sordid, pin'd away.
The roaring vessel rush'd into the main. For home he had not; home is the resort
Then too the pillar'd dome magnific heav'd of love, of joy, of peace and plenty, where, Its ample roof; and Luxury within Supported and supporting, polislı'd friends, Pour'd out her glittering stores ; the canvas smooth, And dear relations, mingle into bliss.
With glowing life protuberant, to the view
Embodied rose ; the statue seem'd to breathe,
All is the gift of Industry; whate'er
Exalts, embellishes, and renders life His faculties unfolded ; pointed out
Delightful. Pensive Winter cheer'd by him Where lavish Nature the directing hand
Sits at the social fire, and happy hears of Art demanded ; show'd him how to raise Th' excluded tempest idly rave along; His feeble force by the mechanic powers,
His harden'd fingers deck the gaudy Spring; To dig tbe mineral from the vaulted Earth,
Without him Summer were an arid waste; On what to turn the piercing rage of fire,
Nor to th' Autumnal months could thus transmit On what the torrent, and the gather'd blast ; Those full, mature, immeasurable stores, Gave the tall ancient forest to his ax;
That, waving round, recall my wandering song. Taught him to chip the wood, and hew the stone, Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky, Till by degrees the finish'd fabric rose ;
And, unperceiv'd, unfolds the spreading day; Tore from his limbs the blood-polluted fur, Before the ripen'd field the reapers stand, And wrapt them in the woolly vestment warm, In fair array ; each by the lass he loves, Or bright in glossy silk, and flowing lawn ; To bear the rougher part, and mitigate With wholesome viands fill’d his table, pour'd By nameless gentle offices her toil. The generous glass around, inspir'd to wake At once they stoop and swell the lusty sheaves ; The life-refining soul of decent wit:
While through their cheerful band the rural talk Nor stopp'd at barren bare necessity;
The rural scandal, and the rural jest, But, still advancing bolder, led him on
Fly harmless, to deceive the tedious time, To pomp, to pleasure, elegance, and grace ; And steal unfelt the sultry hours away. And, breathing high ambition through his soul, Behind the master walks, builds up the shocks; Sét science, wisdom, glory, in his view,
And, conscious, glancing oft on every side And bade him be the Lord of all below.
His sated eye, feels his heart heave with joy. Then gathering men their natural powers combin'd, The gleaners spread around, and here and there, And form'd a public; to the general good
Spike after spike, their scanty harvest pick. Submitting, aiming, and conducting all.
Be not too narrow, husbandmen; but fling For this the patriot-council met, the full,
From the full sheaf, with charitable stealth, The free, and fairly-represented whnle ;
The liberal handful. Think, oh, grateful think For this they plann'd the holy guardian laws, How good the God of Harvest is to you ; Distinguish'd orders, animated arts,
Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields ; And, with joint force Oppression chaining, set While these unhappy partners of your kind Imperial Justice at the helm; yet still
Wide-hover round you like the fowls of Heaven
And ask their humble dole. The various turns From whom my liberal fortune took its rise ;
The lovely young Lavinia once had friends ; "Tis said that in some lone obscure retreat,
Far from those scenes which knew their better days, Of every stay, save Innocence and Heaven, Flis aged widow and his daughter live, She, with her widow'd mother, feeble, old, Whom yet my fruitless search could never find. And poor, liv'd in a cottage, far retir’d
Romantic wish! would this the daughter were !" Among the windings of a woody vale ;
When, strict inquiring, from herself he found By solitude and deep surrounding shades,
She was the same, the daughter of his friend, But more by bashful modesty, conceal'da
Of bountiful Acasto; who can speak Together thus they shunn'd the cruel scorn The mingled passions that surpris'd his heart, Which virtue, sunk to poverty, would meet And through his nerves in shivering transport ran? From giddy passion and low-minded pride : Then blaz'd his smother'd flame, arow'd and bold; Almost on Nature's common bounty fed ;
And, as he view'd her, ardent, o'er and o'er,
Confus'd, and frighten'd at his sudden tears,
Pour'd out the pious rapture of his soul.
And art thou then Acasto's dear remains ? Sull on the ground dejected, darting all
She, whom my restless gratitude has sought Their humid beams into the blooming flowers ; So long in vain? O, Heavens! the very same, Or when the mournful tale her mother told, The soften'd image of my noble friend. Of what her faithless fortune promis'd once, Alive his every look, his every feature, Thrill'd in her thought, they, like the dewy star More elegantly louch'd. Sweeter than spring! Of evening, shone in tears. A native grace Thou sole surviving blossom from the root Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs,
That nourish'd up my fortune! say, ah where, Veild in a simple robe, their best attire,
In what sequester'd desert, hast thou drawn Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness
The kindest aspect of delighted Heaven? Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
Into such beauty spread, and blown so fair; But is when unadorn'd adorn'd the most.
Though poverty's cold wind, and crushing rain, Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's self, Beat keen, and heavy, on thy lender years? Recluse amid the close-embowering woods. O let me now, into a richer soil, As in the hollow breast of Apennine,
Transplant thee safe! where vernal suns, and showers Beneath the shelter of encircling hills
Diffuse their warrest, largest influence;
And of my garden be the pride and joy!
Acasto's daughter, his whose open stores,
The father of a country, thus to pick With smiling patience in her looks, she went The very refuse of those harvest-fields, To glean Palemon's fields. The pride of swains Which from his bounteous friendship I enjoy. Palemon was, the generous, and the rich; Then throw that hateful pittance from thy hand. Who led the rural life in all its joy
But ill applied to such a rugged task; And elegance, such as Arcadian song
The fields, the master, all, my fair, are thine ; Transmits from ancient uncorrupted times ; If to the various blessings which thy house When tyrant custom had not shackled man, Has on me lavish'd, thou wilt add that bliss, But free to follow nature was the mode.
That dearest bliss, the power of blessing thee !" He then, his fancy with autumnal scenes
Here ceas'd the youth, yet still his speaking eye Amusing, chanc'd beside his reaper-train
Express'd the sacred triumph of his soul,
Nor waited he reply. Won by the charm
The news immediate to her mother brought,
of setting life shone on her evening hours : " What pity! that so delicate a form,
Not less enraptur'd than the happy pair; By beauty kindled, where enlivening sense Who flourish'd long in tender bliss, and reard And more than vulgar goodness seem to dwell, A numerous offspring, lovely like themselves, Should be devoted to the rude embrace
And good, the grace of all the country round. Of some indecent clown! She looks, methinks, Defeating ofi the labors of the year, of old Acasto's line; and to my mind
The sultry south collects a potent blast. Recalls that patron of my happy life,
At first, the groves are scarcely seen to stir
Their trembling tops, and a still murmur runs This falsely-cheerful barbarous game of death, Along the soft-inclining fields of corn.
This rage of pleasure, which the restless youth But as th' aërial tempest fuller swells,
Awakes, impatient, with the gleaming morn; And in one mighty stream, ir visible,
When beasts of prey retire, that all night long, Immense, the whole excited atmosphere
Urg'd by necessity, had rang'd the dark, Impetuous rushes o'er the sounding world :
As if their conscious ravage shunn’d the light, Strain’d to the root, the stooping forest pours Asham'd. Not so the steady tyrant man, A rustling shower of yet untimely leaves,
Who with the thoughtless insolence of power High-beat, the circling mountains eddy in,
Infam'd, beyond the most infuriate wrath Froin the bare wild, the dissipated storm,
Of the worst monster that e'er roam'd the waste, And send it in a torrent down the vale.
For sport alone pursues the cruel chase, Expos'd and naked, to its utinost rage,
Amid the beamings of the gentle days. Through all the sea of harvest rolling round, Upbraid, ye ravening tribes, our wanton rage, The billowy plain floats wide; nor can evade, For hunger kindles you, and lawless want; Though pliant to the blast, its seizing force; But lavish fed, in Nature's bounty roll’d, Or whirld in air, or into vacant chaff
To joy at anguish, and delight in blood, Shook waste. And sometimes too a burst of rain, Is what your horrid bosoms never knew. Swept from the black horizon, broad, descends Poor is the triumph o'er the timid hare ! In one continuous flood. Still over-head
Scard from the corn, and now to some lone seat The mingling tempest weaves its gloom, and still Retir'd: the rushy fen; the ragged furze, The deluge deepens ; till the fields around Stretch'd o'er the stony heath; the stubble chapt; Lie sunk and flatted, in the sordid wave.
The thistly lawn; the thick-entangled broom ; Sudden, the ditches swell; the meadows swim. of the same friendly hue, the wither'd fern; Red, from the hills, innumerable streams
The fallow ground laid open to the Sun, Tumultuous roar; and high above its banks Concoctive; and the nodding sandy bank, The river lift; before whose rushing tide, Hung o'er the mazes of the mouniain brook. Herds, Rocks, and harvest, cottages, and swains, Vain is her best precaution; though she sits Roll mingled down; all that the winds had spar'd Conceald, with folded ears; unsleeping eyes, In one wild moment ruin'd; the big hopes, By Nature rais'd to take th' horizon in; And well-earn d treasures of the painful year. And head couch'd close betwixt her hairy feet, Fled to some eminence, ihe husbandman
In act to spring away. The scented dew Helpless beholds the miserable wreck
Betrays her early labyrinth ; and deep, Driving along: his drowning ox at once
In scatter'd sullen openings, far behind, Descending, with his labors scatter'd round, With every breeze she hears the coming storm. He sees; and instant o'er his shivering thought But nearer, and more frequent, as it loads Comes Winter unprovided, and a train
The sighing gale, she springs amaz'd, and all Of claimant children dear. Ye masters, then, The savage soul of game is up at once: Be mindful of the rough laborious hand,
The pack full-opening, various ; the shrill horn That sinks you soft in elegance and ease ;
Resounded from the hills; the neighing steed, Be mindful of those limbs in russet clad,
Wild for the chase : and the loud hunter's shout : Whose toil to yours is warmth, and graceful pride: O'er a weak, harmless, flying creature, all And, oh! be mindful of that sparing board, Mix'd in mad tumult, and discordant joy. Which covers yours with luxury profuse,
The stag too, singled from the herd, where long Makes your glass sparkle, and your sense rejoice! He rang'd the branching monarch of the shades, Nor cruelly demand what the deep rains
Before the tempest drives. At first, in speed And all-involving winds have swept away. He, sprightly, puts his faith ; and, rous'd by fear,
Here the rude clamor of the sportsman's joy, Gives all his swiii aerial soul to flight; The gun fast-thundering, and the winded horn, Against the breeze he darts, that way the more Would tempt the Muse to sing the rural game: To leave the lessening murderous cry behind : How, in his mid-career, the spaniel struck,
Deception short; though feeler than the winds Sutf, by the tainted gale, with open nose,
Blown o'er the keen-air'd mountains by the north, Outstretch'd, and finely sensible, draws full, He bursts the thickets, glances through the glades Fearful, and cautious, on the latent prey ;
And plunges deep into the wildest wood;
If slow, yet sure, adhesive to the track
The glades, mild opening to the golden day ; Though borne triumphant, are they safe ; the gun, Where, in kind contest, with his butting friends Glanc'd just, and sudden, from the fowler's eye, He wont to struggle, or his loves enjoy. O'ertakes their sounding pinions; and again, Oft in the full-descending flood he tries Iminediate, brings them from the towering wing, To lose the scent, and lave his burning sides : Dead 10 the ground: or drives them wide-dispers'd, Oft seeks the herd ; the watchful herd, alarm'd Wounded, and wheeling various, down the wind. With selfish care avoid a brother's woe.
These are not subjects for the peaceful Muse, What shall he do? His once so vivid nerves, Nor will sl.e stain with such her spotless song ; So full of buoyant spirit, now no more Then most delighted, when she social sees Inspire the course ; but fainting breathless toil The whole mix'd animal creation round
Sick, seizes on his heart: he stands at bay ; Alive, and happy. "Tis not joy to her,
And puts his last weak refuge in despair.
The big round tears run down his dappled face; To cheat the thirsty moments, Whist awhile
Wreath'd fragrant from the pipe; or the quick dice, And mark his beauteous chequer'd sides with gore. In thunder leaping from the box, awake
Of this enough. But if the sylvan youth, The sounding gammon : while romp-loving Miss Whose fervent blood boils into violence,
Is haul'd about, in gallantry robust. Must have the chase ; behold, despising flight, At last these puling idlenesses laid The rous'd-up lion, resolute, and slow,
Aside, frequent and full, the dry divan
Close in firm circle ; and set, ardent, in
Lave every soul, the table floating round,
And pavement, faithless to the fuddled foot. Grins fell destruction, to the monster's heart Thus as they swim in mutual swill, the talk, Let the dart lighten from the nervous arm. Vociferous at once from twenty tongues,
These Britain knows not; give, ye Britons, then Reels fast from theme to theme; from horses, Your sportive fury, pitiless, to pour
hounds, Loose on the nightly robber of the fold :
To church or mistress, politics or ghost, Him, from his craggy winding haunts unearth'd, In endless mazes, intricate, perplex'd. Let all the thunder of the chase pursue.
Meantime, with sudden interruption, loud, Throw the broad ditch behind you ; o'er the hedge Th' impatient catch bursts from the joyous heart; High bound, resistless ; nor the deep morass That moment touch'd is every kindred soul; Refuse, but through the shaking wilderness And opening in a full
mouth'd cry of joy, Pick your nice way; into the perilous floud The laugh, the slap, the jocund curse, go round; Bear fearless, of the raging instinct full;
While, from their slumbers shook, the kennel'd And as you ride the torrent, to the banks
hounds Your triumph sound sonorous, running round, Mix in the music of the day again. From rock to rock, in circling echoes tost;
As when the tempest, that has vex'd the deep Then scale the mountains to their woody tops ; The dark night long, with fainter murmurs falls; Rush down the dangerous steep; and o'er the lawn, So gradual sinks their mirth. Their feeble tongues, In fancy swallowing up the space between, Unable to take up the cumbrous word, Pour all your speed into the rapid game,
Lie quite dissolvid. Before their maudlin eyes, For happy he! who tops the whecling chase ; Seen dim, and blue, the double tapers dance, Has every maze ovolv'd, and every guile
Like the Sun wading through the misty sky. Disclos'd; who knows the merits of the pack; Then sliding soft, they drop. Confus'd above, Who saw the vilain seiz'd, and dying hard, Glasses and bottles, pipes and gazetteers, Without complaint, though by an hundred mouths As if the table ev'n itself was drunk, Relentless torn: O glorious he, beyond
Lie a wet broken scene; and wide, below,
But if the rougher sex by this fierce sport
To spring the fence, to rein the prancing steed; While hence they borrow vigor: or amain
The cap, the whip, the masculine attire ; Into the pasty plung'd, at intervals,
In which they roughen to the sense, and all If stomach keen can intervals allow,
The winning softness of their sex is lost. Relating all the glories of the chase.
In them 'tis graceful to dissolve at woe; Then sated Hunger bids his brother Thirst
With every motion, every word, to wave Produce the mighty bowl; the mighty bowl, Quick o'er the kindling cheek the ready blush ; Swellid high with fiery juice, steams liberal round And from the smallest violence to shrink A potent gale, delicious as the breath
Unequal, then the loveliest in their fears; or Maïa to the love-sick shepherdess,
And by this silent adulation, soft,
To their protection more engaging man.
Through Love's enchanting wiles pursued, yet filed Of thirty years; and now his honest front
In chase ambiguous. May their tender limbs Flames in the light refulgent, not afraid
Float in the loose simplicity of dress! Ev'n with the vineyard's best produce to vie. And, fashion'd all to harmony, alone
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Know they to seize the captivated soul,
New columns swell; and still the fresh Spring finds In rapture warbled from love-breathing lips; New plants to quicken, and new groves to green To teach the lute to languish ; with smooth step, Full of thy genius all! the Muses' seat: Disclosing motion in its every charm,
Where, in the secret bower, and winding walk,
Th’inspiring breeze: and meditate the book
Warm from the heart, to learn the moral song. To give society its highest taste;
Here, as I steal along the sunny wall, Well-order'd home man's best delight to make; Where Autumn basks, with fruit empurpled deep, And by submissive wisdorn, modest skill,
My pleasing theme continual prompis my thought : With every gentle care-eluding art,
Presents the downy peach ; the shining plum; To raise the virtues, animale the bliss,
The ruddy, fragrant nectarine; and dark, And sweeten all the toils of human life :
Beneath his ample leaf, the luscious fig. This be the female dignity and praise.
The vine, too, here her curling tenurils shoo's
To vigorous soils, and climes of fai: extent,
Spreads o'er the vale ; or up the mountain e limbs,
From cliff to cliff increas'd, the heightend blaze. Or shakes them ripe from the resigning husk, Low bend the weighty boughs. The clusters clea A glossy shower, and of an ardent brown, Half through the foliage seen, or ardent flame, As are the ringlets of Melinda's hair:
Or shine transparent; while perfection breathes Melinda! form'd with every grace complete, White o'er the turgent film the living dew. Yet these neglecting, above beauty wise,
As thus they brighten with exalted juice, And far transcending such a vulgar praise. Touch'd into flavor by the mingling ray ;
Hence from the busy joy-resounding fields, The rural youth and virgins o'er the field, In cheerful error, let us tread the maze
Each fond for each lo cull th' autumnal prime, Of Autumn, unconfin'd; and taste, revivid, Exuluing rove, and speak the vintage nigh. The breath of orchard big with bending fruit. Then comes the rrushing swain ; the country floats Obedient to the breeze and beating ray,
And foains unbounded with the mashy flood; From the deep-loaded bough a mellow shower That by degrees fermented and refin’d, Incessant melts away. The juicy year
Round iho rais'd nations pours the cup of joy :
The clarel smooth, red as the lip we press,
The mellow-tasted Burgundy; and quick, of temper'd sun, and water, earth, and air, As is the wit it gives, the gay Champagne. In ever-changing composition mixt.
Now by the cool declining year condens'd,
And roll the doubling fogs around the bill.
Who pours a sweep of rivers from his sides, Dwells in their gelid pores ; and, active, points And high between contending kingdoms rears The piercing cider for the thirsty tongue :
The rocky long division, fills the view Thy nalive theme, and boon-inspirer too,
With great variety ; but in a night Philips, Pomona's bard, the second thou
Of gathering vapor, from the baffled sense Who nobly durst, in rhyme-unfetter'd verse,
Sinks dark and dreary. Thence expanding far, With British freedom sing the British song : The huge dusk, gradual, swallows up the plaini How, from Silurian vats, high-sparkling wines Vanish the woods; the dim-seen river seems Foam in transparent floods ; some strong, to cheer Sullen, and slow, to roll the misty wave. The wintry revels of the laboring hind;
Evin in the height of noon opprest, the Sun And tasteful some, to cool the summer hours. Sheds weak, and blunt, his wide-refracted ray ;
In this glad season, while his sweetest beams Whence glaring oft, with many a broaden'd orb The Sun sheds equal o'er the meeken'd day; He frights the nations. Indistinct on Earth, Oh, lose me in the green delightful walks
Seen through the turbid air, beyond the life Of, Doddington, thy seat, serene, and plain; Objects appear; and, wilderd, o'er the waste Where simple Nature reigns; and every view, The shepherd stalks gigantic. Till at last Diffusive, spreads the pure Dorsetian downs, Wreath'd dun around, in deeper circles still In boundless prospect : yonder shagg'd with wood, Successive closing, sits the general fog, Here rich with harvest, and there white with flocks! Unbounded o'er the world ; and, mingling thick, Meantime the grandeur of thy lofty dome,
A formless grey confusion covers all. Far splendid, seizes on the ravish'd eye.
As when of old (so sung the Hebrew bard) New beauties rise with each revolving day; Lighi, uncollected, through the Chaos urg'd