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That never tire, soon fans them all away. Improvement too, the idol of the age, Is fed with many a victim. Lo, he comes! The omnipotent magician, Brown, appears! Down falls the venerable pile, the abode Of our forefathers—a grave whiskered race, But tasteless. Springs a palace in its stead, But in a diftant spot; where more exposed It may enjoy the advantage of the north, And aguish east, till time shall have transformed Those naked acres to a sheltering grove. He speaks. The lake in front becomes a lawn; Woods vanish, hills subside, and vallies rise; And streams, as if created for his use, Pursue the track of his directing wand, Sinuous or straight, now rapid and now Now, Now murmuring soft, now roaring in cascadesEv’n as he bids ! The enraptured owner smiles. 'Tis finished, and yet, finished as it seems, Still wants a grace, the lovelieft it could show, A mine to satisfy the enormous cost. Drained to the last poor item of his wealth, He sighs, dcparts, and leaves the accomplished plan, That he has touched, retouched, many a long day
Laboured, and many a night pursued in dreams,
Ambition, avarice, penury incurred By endless riot, vanity, the lust Of pleasure and variety, dispatch, As duly as the swallows disappear, The world of wandering knightsand squires to town. London ingulphs them all! The shark is there, And the Mark's prey; the spendthrift and the leech, That fucks him. There the sycophant, and he Who, with bare-headed and obsequious bows, Begs a warın office, doomed to a cold jail And groat per diem, if his patron frown. The levee swarms, as if in golden pomp Were charactered on every statesman's door, “ BATTERED AND BANKRUPT FORTUNES MENDED
Here.” These are the charms, that fully and eclipse The charms of nature. 'Tis the cruel gripe, That lean hard-handed poverty inflicts, The hope of better things, the chance to win, The wish to shine, the thirst to be amused, That at the sound of winter's hoary wing Unpeople all our counties of such herds Of fluttering, loitering, cringing, begging, loose And wanton vagrants, as make London, vaft And boundless as it is, a crowded coop:
Oh thou, resort and mart of all the earth, Chequered with all complexions of mankind, And spotted with all crimes; in whom I see Much that I love, and more that I admire, And all that I abhor; thou freckled fair, That pleaseft and yet shockest me, I can laugh And I can weep, can hope, and can despond, Feel wrath and pity, when I think on thee! Ten righteous would have saved a city once, And thou hast many righteous.-Well for thee That falt preserves thee; more corrupted else, And therefore more obnoxious, at this hour Than Sodom in her day had power to be, For whom God heard his Abraham plead in vain.