This change unknown, astonish'd at the fight, Remove your hands; the bark Mall foon fuffice
My trembling filter strove to urge her flight, Witho't their aid to seal these dying eyes.
And first the pardon of the nymphs implor'd, She ceas'd at once to speak, and cray'd to be;
And those offended sylvan powers ador'd: And all the nymph was lost within the tree;
But when the backward would have fled, the found Yet latent life through her new branches reign'd,
Her stiffening feet were rooted in the ground: And long the plant a human heat retain'd.
In vain free her saften'd feet the strove,
And, as she struggles, only moves above ;
She feels th' encroaching bark around her grow
By quick degrees, and cover all below :

VERTUMNUS AND POMONA.
Surpris'd at this, her trembling hand the heaves
To rend her hair; her hand is fill'd with leaves : From Ovid's Metsmorpboses, Book IV.
Where late was hair, the shooting leaves are seen
To rise, and shade her with a sudden green. Tue fair Pomona flourish'd in his reign;
The child Amphisfus, to her bosom press’d, Of all the virgins of the fylvan train,
Perceiv'd a colder and a harder breast,

None taught the trees a noble race to bear,
And found the springs, that ne'er till then deny'd Or more improv'd the vegetable care.
'Their milky moisture, on a sudden dry'd.

Tn her the shady grove, the flowery field, I saw, unhappy! what I now relate.

The freams and fountains, no delights could yield; And stood the helpless witness of thy fate, 'I was all her joy the ripening fruits to tend, Embrac'd thy boughs, thy rising bark delay'd, And see the boughs with happy burthens bend. There wilh'd to grow, and mingle fade with The hook the bore inftead of Cynthia's spear, Thade.

To lop the giswth of the luxuriant year, Behold Andræmon and th' unhappy fire To decent form the lawless thoots to bring, Appear, and for their Dryope inquire;

And teach th' obedient branches where to spring. A springing tree for Dryope they find,

Now the cleft rind interted graffs receives, And print warm kisses on the panting rind; And yields an offspring more than nature gives ; Proftrate, with tears their kindred plant bedew, Now sliding streams the thirsty plants renew, And close embrace as to the roots they grew. And feed their fibres with reviving dew. The face was all that now remain'd of thee,

These carcs alone her virgin breast einploy, No more a woman, nor yet quite a tree;

Averse from Venus and the nuptial joy. Thy branches hung with humid pearls appear, Her private orchards, wall'd on every fide, From every leaf diftils a trickling tear,

To lawless fylvans all access deny'd. And Itrait a voice, while yet a voice remains, How oft the Satyrs and the wanton Fawns, Thus through the trembling boughs in fighs com Who haunt the forests, or frequent the lawns, plains :

The god whose enfign scares the birds of prey, If to the wretched any faith be given,

And old Sienus, youthíul in decay,
I swear by all th' unpitying powers of heaven, Employ'd their wiles and unavailing care,
No wilful crime this heavy vengeance bred; To pass the fences, and surprise the fair !
Jo mutual innocence our lives we led :

Like there, Vertumuus own's his faithful flame,
If this be false, let these new greens decay, Like these, rejected by the scornful dame.
Let sounding axes lop my limbs away,

To gain her fight a thousai d form, he wears : And cracklilig fames on all my honours prey! Ani first a reaper irom the field appears, But from my branching arms this infant bear, Sweating he walks, while I ads of golden grain Let some kind nurse supply a mother's care : O'urcharge the thoulder- of the seeming (wain. And to his mother let him oft he led,

Oft o'er his back a cro ked scythe is laid, Sport in her shades, and in her shades be fed ; And wreaths of hay his lun-burnt temples shade : Teach him, when first his infant voice shall frame Oft in his harden'd hand a goad he bears, Imperfect words, and lisp his mother's name, Like one who late unyoak'd the sweating leers, To hail this tree; and say, with weeping eyes, Sometimes his pruning-houk corrects the vines, Within this plant my hapless parent lies :

And the locfe Itrarglers to their ranks contines. And when in youth he seeks the Shady woods, Now gathering what the bounteous year; allows, Oh, let him fly the crystal lakes and floods, He puils ripe apples from the bending boughs. Nor touch the fatal flowers; but, warn'd by me, A foldier now, he with his fword appears; Believe a goddess shrin'd'in every tree.

A fiiher next, his trembling angle bears. My fire, ny fifter, and my spouse, farewell! Each shape he varies, and each art he tries, If in your breasts or love or piey dwell,

On her bright charms to feast his longing eyes. Protect your plant, nor let my branches feel

female form at lall Vertumnus wears, The browsing cattle, or the piercing Recl. With all the marks of reverend age appears, Farewell! and since I cannot bend to join His temples thinly spread with silver hairs; My lips to yours, advance at least to mine. Propp'd on his staff, and stooping as he goes; My son, thy mother's parting kiss receive, A painted mitre fhades his furrow'd brows. While yet thy mother has a kiss to give.

The god in this decrepit form array'd I can no more; the creeping rind invades The gardens enter'd, and the fruit survey'd, My closing lips, and hides my head in shades : And Happy you!" (he this addrelo'd the maid)

* Whole charnis as far all other nymphs out Nor at first sight, like most, admires the fair ; fine,

For you he lives; and you alone shall share " As other gardens are excell’d by thine !" His last affe&ion, as his early care. Thea kif's the fair : (his kiffes warmer grow Besides, he's lovely far above the rest, Tran such as women on their sex bestow ;) With youth immortal, and with beauty blest. Thea plac'd befide her on the flowery ground, Add, that he varies every shape with case, B:held the trees with autumn's bounty crown'd. And tries all forms that may Pomona please. An elm was near, to whose embraces led,

But what should most excite a mutual flame, The curling vine her swelling clusters spread; Your rural cares and pleasures are the same. He vicw'd her twining branches with delight, To hin your orchard's early fruit are due, And prais'd the beauty of the pleasing fight. (A pleasant offering when 'tis made by you)

Yet his tall elm, but for his vine (he said) He values these; but yet (alas !) complains, Hat ttuod neglected, and a barren thade;

That still the best and dearest gift remains. And this fair vine, but that her arms surround Not the fair fruit that on yon branches glows Her marry'd elm, had crept along the ground. With that ripe red th' autumnal sun bestows ; Ah, beauteous maid! let this example move Nor tasteful herbs that in these gardens rife, Your mind, averse from all the joys of love. Which the kind foil with milky sap supplies; Degn to be lov'd, and every heart subdue ! You, only you, can move tbe god's desire : What aymph could e'er attract such crowds as Oh, crown so constant and so pure a fire! you?

Let foft compassion touch your gentle mind; Not the whose beauty urg'd the Centaur's arms, Think, 'tis Vertumnus begs you to be kind: Ulysses' qacen, nor Helen's fatal charms.

So may no frost, when early buds appear, Er'n now, when silent scorn is all they gain, Destroy the promise of the youthful year; A thousand court you, though they court in Nor winds, when first your forid orchard blows, vain,

Shake the light blossoms from their blasted boughs! A thousand sylvan demigods and gods,

This when the various god had urg'd in vain, That haunt our mountains, and our Alban woods. He strait assum'd his native form again, But if you'll prosper, mark what I advise, Such, and fo bright an aspect now he bears, Whom age and long experience reuder wise, As when through clouds th'emerging sun appears, And one whose tender care is far above

And thence exerting his refulgent ray, All that these lovers ever felt of love.

Dispels the darkness and reveals the day. (far more than e'er can by yourself be guess’d) Force he prepar’d, but check'd the rash design; Fir on Vertumnus, and reject the rest.

For when, appearing in a form divinc. For bis firm faith I dare engage my own; The nymph surveys him, and beholds the grace Scarce to himfelf, himself is better known. Of charming features, and a youthful face! To ditant lands Vertumnus never roves;

In her foft breast consenting paffions move, Like you, contented with his native groves; And the warm maid confef'd a mutual love.

6

F ij

IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS.

DONE BY THE AUTHOR IN HIS YOUTH,

And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry.
At every door are iun burnt matrons seen,
Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry,
Now singing Thrill, and scolding est between ;
Scolds answer soul-mouth'd icoids; bad neighbour-

hood I ween.

111.

1.-CHAUCER. Wonen ben full of ragerie, Yet swinken nat sans secrefic. Thilke moral fall ye understond, From Schoole-boy's Tale of fayre Irelond: Which to the Fennes hath him betake, To filch the gray ducke fro the lake. Right then, there paílen by the way His aunt, and eke her daughters tway. Ducke in his trowses hath he hent, Not to be spied of ladies gent. “ But ho! our nephew, (crieth one) “ Ho! quoth another, Cozen John;" And toppen, and lough, and callen out, This filly clerk full low doth lout : They alken that, and talken this, « Lo here is Coz, and here is Miss." But, as he glozeth with speeches foote, The ducke sore tickleth his erse roote: Fore-piece and buttons all-to-brell, Forth thruit a white neck, and red crest. Te-he, cry'd ladies; Clerke nought spake : Miss star'd; and gray Ducke crycth quake. “ O moder, moder, (quoth the daughter “ Be thilke fanie thing maids longen a'ter? “ Bette is to pine on coals and chalke, “ Then trust on mon, whose yerde can talke."

THE ALLLY.

1.

II.-SPENSER.

Her dugs were mark'd by every collier's hand,
Her mouth was black as bull dog's at the stall :
She sera ched, bit, and spar'd ne lace ne band,

And itch and rogue her answer was to all;
In every town where Thamis rolls his eyde, Nay, e'en the parts of shame by name would call:
A narrow pass there is, with houses low;

Yea, when the passed by or lane or nook, Where ever and anon, the stream is ey'd,

Would greet the man who turn'd him to the And many a boat, soft sliding to and fro.

wall, There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe, And by his hand obscene the porter took, Thcshort thick sob, loud icream, and thriller squall : Nur ever did alkance like modeft virgin look. How can ye, mothers, vex your children so ? Some play, some cat, some cack against the wall, Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town, Andas they crouchen low, for bread and butter call. Woolwich and Wapping, smelling strong of pitch;

Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown; And on the broken pavement, here and there, And I'wickenham such, which fairer scenes enrich, Doth many a finking sprat and herring lie; Grots, statues, urns, and Joon's dog and bitch. A brandy and tobacco shop is near,

Ne village is without, on either side, And hens, and dogs, and hogs are feeding by ; All up the filver Thames, or all adown;

VI.

11.

OF A LADY SINGING TO HER LUTE.

WEEPING.

IMITATIONS OF ENGLISH POETS.
Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are ey'd, Exceed their promise in their ripen'd store,
Vales, spires, meandering streams, and Windsor's Yet in the rising blossom promise more.
towery pride.

There in bright drops the crystal fountains play,
By laurels shielded from the piercing day:

Where Daphne, now a tree, as once a maid,
III.-WALLER.

Still from Apollo vindicates her snade,
Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam,
Nor seeks in vain for succour to the stream;

The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves,
Fair charmer, cease, nor make your voice's prize At once a shelter from her boughs receives,
A heart relign'd the conquest of your eyes :

Where summer's beauty midst of winter stays, Well might, alas! that threaten'd vessel fail,

And winter's coolness spite of summer's rays, Which winds and lightning both at once assail. We were too bleft with these enchanting lays, Which must be heavenly when an angel plays : But killing charms your lover's death contrive, Left heavenly music should be heard alive.

Wule Celia's tears make forrow bright, Orpheus could charm the trees; but thus a tree,

Proud grief futs swelling in her eyes : Taught by your hand, can charm no less than he :

The sun, next those the fairelt light,

Thus from the ocean first did rise :
A poet made the filent wood pursue,
This rocal wood had drawn the poct too.

And thus through mists we see the sun,
Which else we durst not gaze upon.

These filver drops, like morning dew,
On a fan of the Autbor's defign, in wbicb w is painted Foretell the fervour of the day :

obe, cry of CEPHALUS and Procris, with the motio, so from one cloud soft showers we view,
AURA VENI.

And blasting lightnings burst away.
The stars that fall

from Celia's eye, Come, gentie air! th' Æolian shepherd said,

Declare our doom is drawing nigh.
While Procris panted in the sacred shade;
Come, gentle air, the fairer Delia cries,

The baby in that sunny sphere
While at her feet her swain expiring lies.

So like a phaeton appears, lo, the glad gales o'er all her beauties stray,

That Heav'n, the threaten'd world to spares Breathe on her lips, and in her bosom play!

Thought fit to drown him in her tears : In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found,

Else night th' ambitious nymph aspire
Nos could that fabled dart more surely wound;

To fet, like him, Heaven too on fire.
Bath gifs destructive to the givers prove;
Alike both lovers fall by those they love.
Yet guiltiess too this bright destroyer lives, [gives;
At random wounds, nor knows the wound the

V.-E. OF ROCHESTER.
She views the story with attentive eyes,
And pities Procris, while her lover dies.

Silence! coeval with eternity,

Thou wert, ere nature's self began to be ; IV. -COWLEY. 'Twas onevalt nothing, all, and all fiepe saft in thee,

[carth, Thine was the sway, ere heaven was form’d, or

Fa fruitful thought conceiv'd creation's birth, This would my muse the flowery treasure sing, Or midwife word gave aid, and spoke the infant And huinble glories of the youthful spring :

forth. Where opening roses breathing sweets diffuse, And soft carnations shower their balmy dews; Then various elements, against thee join'd, Where lilies smile ip virgin robes of white,

In one more various animal combin'd, (kind The thin undress of superficial light,

And fram'd the clainorous race of busy human. And vary'd tulips show so dazzling gay,

[low, Blushing in bright diversities of day.

The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was Each painted fluwret in the lake below

Till wrangling science taught it noise and thow, Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow; And wicked wit arose, thy most abusive foe. And pale Narcissus on the bank, in vain Transform'd, gazes on himself again.

But rebel wit deserts thee oft in vain ; Here aged trees cathedral walks compose,

Loft in the maze of words he turns again, And mount the hill in venerable rows;

And secks a surer state, and courts thy gentle reign, There the green insants in their beds are laid, The garden's hope, and its expected shade.

Afli&ed sense thou kindly dost set free, Here orange trees with blooms and pendants shine, Opprefs'd with argumental tyranny, And verpal honours to their autumn join ; And souted reason finds a safe retreat in thee.

ON SILENCE.

II.

THE GARDEN.

III.

VI.

VII.

Majestically falk;
With thee in private modeft dulness lies, A stately, worthless animal,

And in thy bosom lurks in thought's disguise ; That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,
Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wise ! All ilutter, pride, and talk.

VIII.

TRRYNE

X.

XI.

Yet thy indulgence is by both consess’d;

Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast,
And 'tis in thee at last that wisdom seeks for rest.

IX.

[name, Furyne had talents for mankind, Silence, the knave's repute, the whore's good Open she was, and unconfin'd,

The only honour of the wishing dame; (fanie. Like fonie free port of trade; The very want of tongue makes thee a kind of

Merchants unloaded here their freight,

And agents from each foreign state But couldīt thou seize fome tongues that now

Here first their entry made. are free, How church and state should be oblig'd to thee!

Her learning and good-breeding such, At senate, and at bar, how welcome wouldt thou Whether th’Italian or the Dutch, be !

Spaniards or French came to her,

To all obliging she'd appear : Yet speech ev'n there; submissively withdraws,

'Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynheer, From rights of subjects, and the poor man's

'Twas S'il vous plaist, Monsieur. cause :

(laws. Then pompous silence reigns, and fills the noisy Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes,

Still changing names, religion, climes,
Palt services of friends, good deeds of foes,

At length she turns a bride :
What favourites gain, and what the nation owes, In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades,
Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose. She shines the firit of batter'd jades,

And Mutters in her pride.
The country wit, religion of the town,

The courtier's learning, policy o'ch' gown, So have I known those insects fair Are best by thee express'd ; and shine in thee alone. (Which curious Germans hold so rare)

Still vary fhapes and dyes; The parfon 'a cant, the lawyer's fophiftry,

Still gain new titles with new forms; Lord's quibble, critic's jest, ail end in thee,

First grubs obscene, then wriggling wornis, All rest in peace at last, and sleep eternally.

Then painted butterflies.

XII.

XIII.

XIV.

VII.-DR. SWIFT.

VI.-E. OF DORSET.

THE HAPPY LIFE OP A COUNTRY PARSOY.

ARTEMISIA.

THOUGH Artemisia talks, by fits,
Of councils clafhics, fathers, wits;

Reads Mialbranche, Boyle, and Locke;
Yer in some things methinks the fails,
'Twere well if she would pare her nails,

And wear a cleaner smock.
Hi vyhty and huge as 'High-Dutch bride,
Such naftiness, and so much pride,

Are oddly join'd by fate :
On her large squab you find her spread,
Like a fat corpfe upon a bed,

That lies and links in state.

Parson, these things in thy poffefling,
Are better than the bishop's blefling.
A wise that makes c nirves; a fleed
That carries double when there's need:
October Nore, and best Virginia,
Tythe pig, and mortuary guinea :
Gazettes fent gratis down, and frank’d,
For which thy patron's weekly thank’d;
A large concordance, bound long tince ;
Sermous to Charles the First, when prince :
A chronicle of ancient landing;
A Chryfoftom to smooth thy band in.
The Polyglott--three parts, --my text,
Howbeit, - likewise--now to my next.
Lo here the Septuagint,--and Paul,
To fum the whole,--the clofe of all.

He that has these, may pais his life,
Drink with the 'íquire, and kiss his wise;
On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;
And fast on Fridays if he will;
Toast church and queen, explain the news,
Talk with church wardens about pews;
Pray heartily for some new gift,
And thake his head at Doctor Swifr.

She wears no colours (sign of grace).
On any part except her face ;

All white and black belide :
Dauntless her look, her gesture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud,

And masculine her stride.

So have I seen, in black and white
A prating thing, a magpye hight,