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And dreams beneath the spreading beech Inspire, and docile fancy teach ; While soft as breezy breath of wind Impulses rustle through the mind : Here Dryads, scorning Phoebus' 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 sheep, Brown fields their faltow sabbaths keep, Plump Ceres golden tresses wear, . : And poppy topknots deck her hair, And silver streams through meadows stray, And Naiads on the margin play, And lesser nymphs on side of hills From plaything urns pour down the rills.
Thus shelter'd, free from care and strife, May I enjoy a calm through life ; See faction, safe in low degree, As men at land see storms at sea; And laugh at miserable elves, Not kind, so much as to themselves, Curs’d with such souls of base alloy, As can possess, but not enjoy; Debarr'd the pleasure to impart, By av'rice, 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, Prove the distressed to relieve, And little trespasses forgive, With income not in Fortune's pow'r, And skill to make a busy hour, With trips to town life to amuse, To purchase books, and hear the news, To see old friends, brush off the clown, And quicken taste at coming down.
Unhurt by sickness' blasting rage,
And slowly mell’wing into age;
When fate extends it's gath'ring gripe,
Fall off like fruit grown fully ripe;
Quit a worn being without pain,
In hope to blossom soon again.
SILENT 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;
Or the tuneful nightingale
Charms 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, in
Draw the landscape bright and strong;
Grongar, in whose mossy cells
Sweety musing Quiet dwells ;
Grongar, in whose silent shade,
For the modest Muses made,
So oft I have, the evening still,
At the fountain of a rill,
Sate upon a flow'ry bed,
With my 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 sides I wind,
And leave his brooks and meads behind,
And groves and grottoes where I lay,
And vistas shooting beams of day:
Wide and wider spreads the vale,
As circles on a smooth canal ;
The mountains round, unhappy fate!
Soon or later, of all height,
Withdraw their summits from the skies,
And lessen as the others rise;
Still the prospect wider spreads,
Adds a thousand woods and meads,
Still it widens, widens still,
And sinks the newly-risen hill.
Now, I gain the mountain's brow;
What a landscape lies below?
No clouds, no vapours intervene,
But the gay, the open scene
Does the face of Nature show,
In all the hues of Heav'n's bow!
And, swelling to embrace the light,
Spreads around beneath the sight.
Old castles on the cliffs arise,
Proudly tow'ring in the skies ;
Rushing from the woods, the spires
Seem froin hence ascending fires !
Half his beams Apollo sheds
On the yellow mountain-heads !
Gilds the fleeces of the flocks,
And glitters on the broken rocks.
Below me trees unnumber'd rise,
Beautiful in various dyes :
The gloomy pine, the poplar blue,
The yellow beech, the sable yew,
The slender fir, that taper grows,
The sturdy oak, with broad-spread boughs,
And beyond, the purple grove,
Haunt of Phillis, queen of love!
Gaudy as the op'ning dawn,
Lies a long and level lawn,
On which a dark hill, steep and high,
Holds and charms the wand'ring eye;
Deep are his feet in Towy's flood,
His sides are cloth'd with waving wood,
And ancient towers crown his brow,
That cast an awful look below;
Whose ragged walls the ivy creeps,
And with her arms from falling keeps ; ,
So both a safety from the wind
In mutual dependance find.
'Tis now the raven’s bleak abode ;
'Tis now th' apartment of thé toad;
And there the fox securely feeds,
And there the pois’nous adder breeds,
Conceal'd in ruins, moss, and weeds :
While, ever and anon, there falls
Huge heaps of hoary moulder'd walls.
Yet time has been, that lifts the low,
And level lays the lofty brow,
Has seen the broken pile complete,
Big with the vanity of state :
But transient is the smile of fate;
A little rule, a little sway, :
A sunbeam in a winter's day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave.
And see the rivers how they run,
Through woods and meads, in shade and sun,
Sometimes swiftly, sometimes slow,
Wave succeeding wave they go
A various journey to the deep,
Like human life to endless sleep!
Thus is Nature's vesture wrought,
To instruct our wand'ring thought ;
Thus she dresses green and gay,
To disperse our cares away.
Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view !
The fountain's fall, the river's flow,
The woody vallies warm and low;
The windy summit, wild and high,
Roughly rushing on the sky;
The pleasant seat, and ruin'd tow'r,
The naked rock, the shady bow'r ;
The town and village, dome and farm,
Each gives each a double charm,
As pearls upon an Æthiop's arm.
See on the mountain's southern side,
Where the prospect opens wide,
Where the ev’ning gilds the tide,
How close and small the hedges lie !
What streaks of meadows cross the eye!
A step methinks may pass the stream ;
So little distant dangers seem;
So we mistake the future's face,
Ey'd through hope's deluding glass ;
As yon summits soft and fair,
Clad in colours of the air,
Which to those who journey near,
Barren, brown, and rough appear;
Still we tread the same coarse way,
The present's still a cloudy day.
O may I with myself agree,
And never covet what I see!
Content me with an humble shade, -
My passions tam’d, my wishes laid ;
For while our wishes wildly roll,
We banish quiet from the soul;
"Tis thus the busy beat the air ;
And misers gather wealth and care.
Now, ev'n now, my joys run high,
As on the mountain turf I lie;
While the wanton Zephyr sings,
And in the vale perfumes his wings ;
While the waters murmur deep ;
While the shepherd charms his sheep :
While the birds unbounded fly,
And with music fill the sky,
Now, ev'n now, my joys run high.
Bé full, ye courts, be great who will, Search for peace with all your skill ; Open wide the lofty door, Seek her on the marble floor ;