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Inscribed to Mr. Mundy on reading his Poem on Needwood


Haste from your dells, your woods, and lawns,
Nymphs, Naiads, Satyrs, Fays, and Fauns,
Haste! hither bring your flowers and boughs,
And weave a wreath for NÍUNDY's brows!

First twigs of oak from Swilcar rend,
And round his auburn temples bend;
Then tye the ends, that twisting meet,
With tendrils from tlie woodbine sweet:
With laurel blossoms next be spread
Pale ivy crosswise o'er his head;
These holly sprigs insert between,
--The berries blush amid the green-
While hare-bells blue, and lilies fair,
Mix'd with the wild-rose, deck his hair.

Now with fantastic steps advance,
And hand in hand around him dunce;
To vaten pipe attune his lays,
And hail the bard, who sings your praise.
" While the gay choirings of the grove,
“ Give breath to harmony and love,
“ And golden furze, and purple ling
" Around their mix'd embroidery Hling,
“ And, all irregularly join'd,
" Th' according out-line waves behind,






Where NeedWOOD's banks embroider'd smile
On bright-hair'd Dove, the British Nile,
Pleas'd MUNDY fix'd his easel strong,
And stretch'd his canvas wide and long;

pad o'er his hand the pallet lies,
With pencils for a thousand dyes.
He look'd, and drew, and look'd again,-
-Enamour'd Fancy snatch'd the pen,
Nymphs, Graces, Loves, around him throng,
With all the sisterhood of song :
Bright tints by Fairy hands were mix’d, :
And Witchcraft.etch'd the shades betwixt.

Delighted Flora smil'd and drew
The primrose pale and violet blue.

Drowned in 1800, near Litchfield.

Naiad spreads the flake of snow White foams the glittering stream below. “ Give me the pallet,” Love demands, And stretching forth his baby hauds Dipp'd with nice touch his keenest shaft In all the blushing lakes, † and laugh'd ; With sweetest grace the pencil flow'd, With softest tints the canvas glow'd; “ I'll draw mamma,” the wanton cries, And Talbor's features charm our eyes! With airy ease the white neck bends, Lock after lock the hair descends : ('er the fair form the graces spread Their vest, and Hymen wreathes the head.

And then Thalia, muse of woe,
Moves o'er the woof her crayon slow,
Here, cold, bewilder'd, tir'd, forlorn,
The traveller sighs in vain for morn;
Stretch'd on the imprinted snow he lies,
And bends on heaven his stiffening eyes.
There Friendship sits the shade beneath,
And twines for CLARKE a fadeless wreath;
Fresh Cypress with the flowers she weaves,
And many a tear-drop gems the leaves.
Next o'er the lawn a virgin throng
In sad procession moves along,
Lorn Loves inverted torches bear,
And Pity weeps o'er Vernon's bier.

To shade the distant ground, and lay
The rising group in bolder day,
A Dryad chalks some dusky strokes,-
Behind umbrageous frown her oaks !

^ Carnation colours

And SWILCAR, rent by many a storm,
Rears high in air his leafless form.

Pleas'd Mundy stood with eager eyes,
And watch'd the living figures rise ;
Smil'd as the varying.colours flow'd,
And sigh'd by turns, and chill'd, and glow d:
And to the admiring world has shewn
The immortal tablet for his own.

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