Here the dire locufts horrid fwarms prevail; Here the blue afps with livid poifon fwell; When the grim lion urg'd his cruel chace, O tear me from the whips and fcorns of men! Are fmiles the mien of rapine and of wrong? Yet from their lip the voice of mercy flows, And ev'n religion dwells upon their tongue. Of blissful haunts they tell, and brighter climes, Where gentle minds convey'd by death repair, But ftain'd with blood, and crimfon'd o'er with crimes, Say, fhall they merit what they paint fo fair? No, careless, hopeless, of thofe fertile plains, Rich by our toils, and by our forrows gay, They ply our labours, and enhance our pains, And feign these distant regions to repay. For them our tufky elephant expires; For them we drain the mine's embowel'd gold; Where rove the brutal nations wild defires ?-Our limbs are purchas'd, and our life is fold! Yet fhores there are, bleft fhores for us remain, And favour'd ifles with golden fruitage crown'd, Where tufted flowrets paint the verdant plain, Where every breeze shall med'cine every wound. There the ftern tyrant that embitters life Shall, vainly fuppliant, fpread his afking hand; There fhall we view the billows raging ftrife, Aid the kind breaft, and waft his boat to land." ELE GY XXI. Taking a view of the country from his retirement, he is led to meditate on the character of the ancient Britons. Written at the time of a rumoured tax upon luxury, 1746. TH HUS Damon fung-What though unknown to praise Umbrageous coverts hide my Mufe and me; 'Or 'mid the rural hepherds, flow my days, Amid the rural fhepherds, I am free. To view fleek vaffals crowd a ftately hall, Say, fhould I grow myself a folemn slave? To find thy tints, O Titian! grace my wall, Forego the flowery fields my fortune gave? Lord of my time my devious path I bend, Through fringy woodland, or fmooth-fhaven lawn Or penfile grove, or airy cliff afcend, And hail the fcene by nature's pencil drawn. Thanks Thanks be to fate-though nor the racy vine, Scales the proud hill's etherial cliffs with pain! Such Caer-caradoc! thy ftupendous height, Whofe ample shade obfcures th' Iernian main. Bleak, joyless regions! where, by fcience fir'd, Some prying fage his lonely ftep may bend; There, by the love of novel plaints inspir'd, Invidious view the clambering goats ascend. Yet for those mountains, clad with lasting snow, The freeborn Briton left his greenest mead, Receding fullen from his mightier foe, For here he saw fair liberty recede. Then if a chief perform'd a patriot's part, Above all Perfian luxe, or Attic art, The rude majestic monument arose. Pro Progreffive ages carol'd forth his fame; Sires, to his praise, attun'd their children's tongue; The hoary druid fed the generous flame, While in such strains the reverend vizard sung. For fcenes there are, unknown to war or pain, Such are the names that grace your myftic fongs; Hark! from the facred oak that crowns the groves, Theirs was the fcience of a martial race, To shape the lance, or decorate the fhield; Then Then if foft concord lull'd their fears to fleep, But rufh'd horrific o'er the fearful fteep, Or at a favourite's board his faith refign. Chafe her, Britannia, to fome hoftile fhore ! Or* fleece the baneful peft with annual spoil, And let thy virtuous offspring weep no more! Written in the year XXII. when the rights of fepulture were fo frequently violated. SAY, And Silvia stood before my couch confest. ...Ah! not the nymph fo blooming and fo gay, That led the dance beneath the feftive shade! But the that, in the morning of her day, Intomb'd beneath the grafs-green sod was laid. * Alludes to a tax upon luxury. |