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Imparadis’d, blest denizons, ye dwell;
Or Dorovernia's 6 awful tow'rs ye love :
Or plough Tunbridgia's salutiferou hills

Industrions, and with draughts chalybiate healid,

Confess divine Hygeia's blissful seat;

The Muse demands your presence, ere she tune

Her monitory voice ; observe her well,
And catch the wholesome dictates as they fall.

'Midst thy paternal acres, farmer, say

Has gracious Heav'n bestow'd one field, that

basks Me quoque Parnassi per Jubicra culmina

Its loamy bosom in the mid-day Sun, raptat

Emerging gently from tbe abject vale, Laudis amor: studium sequor insanabile vatis,

Nor yet obnoxious to the wind, secure Ausus non operam, non formidare poetæ Nomen, adoratum quondam, nunc pæne procaci There shalt thou plant thy hop. This soil, pérMonstratum digito.

Van. PRÆD. Rusr.

Thou'lt say, will fill my garners. Be it so.
But Ceres, rural goddess, at the best

Meanly supports her vot’ry', enough for her,
The land that answers best the farmer's care, If ill-pers'ading hunger she repell,
And silvers to maturity the hop :

And keep the soul from fainting : to enlarge,
When to inhume the plants; to turn the glebe; To glad the heart, to sublimate the mind,
And wed the tendrils to th' aspiring poles : And wing the flagging spirits to the sky,
Under what sign to pluck the crop, and how Require th' united influence and aid
To cure, and in capacious sacks infold,

Of Bacchus, god of hops, with Ceres join'd.
I teach in verse Miltonian. Smile the Muse, 'Tis he shall generate the buxom beer.
And meditate an honour to that land

Theu on one pedestal, and hand in hand,
Where first I breath’d, and struggled into life, Sculptur'd in Parian stone (so gratitude
Impatient, Cantium, to be callid thy son.

Indites) let the divine co-partners rise. Oh! cou'd I emulate skilled Sydney's Muse, Stands eastward in thy field a wood ? tis well. Thy Sydney, Cantium--He, from court retir'd, Esteem it as a bulwark of thy wealth,

Penshurst's sweet Elysium sung delight, And cherish all its branches; tho' we'll grant, sung transport to the soft-responding streams Its leaves umbragevus may intercept Of Medway, and enliven'd all her groves : The morning rays, and envy some small share While ever near him, goddess of the green, . Of Sol's beneficence to th' infant germ. Fair Pembroke' sat and smil'd immense ap- Yet grudge not that when whistling Eurus comes, plause.

With all his worlds of insects in thy lands
With vocal fascination charm'd the hours, To hyemate, and monarchize o'er all
Unguarded left Heav'n's adamantine gate, Thy vegetable riches, then thy wood
And to bis lyre, swift as the winged sounds Shall ope it's arms expansive, and embrace
That skim the air, danc'd unperceiv'd away. The storm reluctant, and divert its rage.
Had I such pow'r, no peasants humble toil

Armies of animalcules urge their way
Shou'd e'er debase my lay: far nobler themes,

In vain : the ventilating trees oppose The high achievements of thy warrior kings Their airy march. They blacken distant plains. Shou'd raise my thoughts, and dignify my song. This site for thy young nursery obtain'd, But I, young rustic, dare not leave my cot, Thou hast begun auspicious, if the soil Por su enlarg‘d a sphere-ah! Muse beware, (As sung before) be loamy; this the hop Lest the loud larums of the braying trump,

Loves above others, this is rich, is deep, Lest the deep drum shou'd drown thy tender Is viscous, and tenacious of the pole. reed,

Yet maugre all its native worth, it may And mar its puny joints : me, lowly swain, Be meliorated with warm compost. See ! Every unshaven arboret, me the lawns,

Yon craggy mountain?, whose fastidious head Me the voluminous Medway's silver wave,

Divides the star-set hemisphere above, Content inglorious, and the hopland shades ! And Cantium's plains beneath ; the Apennine Yeomen and countrymen, attend my song:

Of a free Italy, whose chalky sides Whether you shiver in the marshy Wealdt, With verdant shrubs dissimilarly gay, Egregious shepherds of unnumber'd flocks, Still captivate the eye, while at his feet Whose fleeces, poison'd into purple, deck The silver Medway glides, and in her breast All Europe's kings: or in fair Madum's S vale Views the reflected landscape, charm'd she views

And murmurs louder ecstasy below. Sister to sis Philip Sydney.

Here let us rest a while, pleas'd to behold

Th'all beautiful horizon's wide expanse, -Πυλαι μυκον ερανε ας εχον Ωραι. ΗοΜ. Ε.

Far as the eagle's ken. Here tow'ring spires * Rure mihi, & 'rigui placeant in vallibus

First catch the eye, and turn the thoughts to amnes,

Heav'n. Flumina amem, sylvasque in glorius !

VIRG. GEORG. 2. 6 Canterbury. * Commonly, but improperly called, the Wild. Boxley-Hill, which extends through great Maidstone,

part of Kent,

The lofty elms in humble majesty

Illustrious parent of the best of men !
Bend with the breeze to shade the solemn groves, For thee Antiquity's thrice sacred springs
And spread an holy darkness ; Ceres there Placidly stagnant at their fountain head,
Shines in her golden vesture. Here the meads I rashly dare to trouble (if from thence
Enricb'd by Flora's dædal hand, with pride I aught for thy utility can drain)
Expose their spotted verdure. Nor are you, And in thy towns adopt th’Aseræan muse.
Poinona, absent; you ’midst hoary leaves Hail heroes, hail invaluable gems,
Swell the vermiliou cherry; and on yon trees

Fav'rites of Heav'n! to whom the general doomi Suspend the pippin's palatable gold.

Is all remitted, who alone possess There old Sylvanus in that moss-grown grot

Of Adam's sons fair Eden-rest ye here, Dwells with his wood-nymphs: they with chap- Nor seek an earthly good above the hop; lets green

A good! untasted by your ancient kings, And russet mantles oft bedight, aloft

And to your very sires almost unknown. From yon bent oaks, in Medway's bosom fair In those biest days when great Eliza reign'd Wonder at silver bleak, and prickly pearch,

O'er the adoring nation, when fair peace That swiftly thro' their floating forests glide. Or spread an unstain'd olive round the land, Yet not even these—these ever varied scenes Or laurell’d war did teach our winged fleets Of wealth and pleasure can engage my eyes

To lord it o'er the world, when our brave sires To'erlook the lowly hawthorn, if from theoce Drank valour from uncauponated beer ; The thrush, sweet warbler, chants th' unstudied The hop (before an interdicted plant, lays

Shun'd like fell aconite) began to hang Which Phæbus' self, vaulting from yonder cloud Its folded foscles from the golden tine, Refulgent, with enliv'ning ray inspires.

And bloom'd a shade to Cantium's sunny shores But neither tow'ring spires, nor lofty elms, Delightsome, and in cheerful goblets laught Nor golden Ceres, nor the meadows green, Potent, what time Aquarius' urn impends Nor orchats, nor the russet mantled nymphs To kill the dulsome day-potent to quench Which to the murmurs of the Medway dance, The Syrian ardour, and autumnal ills Nor sweetly warbling thrush, with half those To heal with mild potations; sweeter far charms

Than those which erst the subtile Hengist 9 mix'd Attract my eyes, as yonder hop-land close, Tintbrall voluptuous Vortigern. He, with love Joint-work of Art and Nature, which reminds Emasculate and wine, the toils of war The Muse, and to her theme the wand'rer calls. Neglected, and to dalliance vile and sloth

Here then with pond'rous vehicles and teams Emancipated, saw th' incroaching Saxons Thy rustics send, and from the caverns deep With unaffected eyes; bis hand which ought Command them bring the chalk : thence to the T' have shook the spear of justice, soft and kilu

smooth, Convey, and temper with Vulcanian fires. Play'd ravishing divisions on the lyre: Soon as 'tis form'd, thy lime with bounteous hand | This Hengist mark’d, and (for curs'd insolence O'er all thy lands disseminate ; thy lands Soon fattens on impunity! and rises Which first have felt the softening spade, and Briareus from a dwarf) fair Thanet gain'd. drank

Nor stopt he here; but to immense attempts The strength’ning vapours from nutritious marl. Ambition sky-aspiring led him on

This done, select the choicest hop, t' insert Adventrous. He an only daughter rear'd, Fresh in the opening glebe. Say then, my Muse, Roxena, matchless maid! nor reard in vain. Its various kinds, and from theffete and vile, Her eagle-ey'd callidity, deceit, The eligible separate with care.

And fairy fiction rais'd above her sex, The noblest species is by Kentish wights

And furnish'd with a thousand various wiles The Master-hop yclep'd. Nature to bim Preposterous, more than female; wondrous fair Has gir'n a stouter stalk, patient of cold, She was, and docile, which her pious nurse Or Phoebus evin in youth, his verdant blood Observ'd, and early in each female fraud In brisk saltation circulates and flows

Her 'gan initiate: well she knew to smile, Indesinently vigorous : the next

Whene'er vexation galld her; did she weep? Is arid, fetid, infecund, and gross,

'Twas not sincere, the fountains of her eyes Significantly styl'd the Fryar: the last

Play'd artificial streams, yet so well forc'd Is call'd the Savage, who in ev'ry wood,

They look'd like nature; for ev'n art to her And ev'ry hedge unintroduc'd intrudes.

Was natural, and contrarieties When such the merit of the candidates,

Seem'd in Roxena congruous and allied. Easy is the election; but, my friend,

Such was she, when brisk Vortigern beheld, Would'st thou ne'er fail, to Kent direct thy way, Ill-fated prince and lov'd her. She perceivid, Where no one shall be frustrated that seeks Soon she perceiv'd her conquest; soon she told, Ought that is great or good. Hail, Cantium, With hasty joy transported, her old sire. bail !

The Saxon inly smil'd, and to his isle Tilastrious parent of the finest fruits8,

The willing prince invited, but first bad

The nymph prepare the potions; such as fire * Salve magna parens frugum, Saturnia tellus The blood's meandering rivulets, and depress Magna virûm; tibi res antiquæ laudis & artis Ingredior, sanctos auşus recludere fontes,

9 See the following story told at large in LamAscraumque cano Romana per oppida carmen.

VIRG. Georg. 2

barde's Peranıbulation of Kent.


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To love the soul. Lo! at the moon of night Thy young plants will uplift, their virgin arms
Torice Hecate invok'd the maid_and thrice They'll stretch, and, marriageable, claim the
The goddess stoop'd assent; forth from a cloud

pole. These in a splendid cup of hurnish'd gold

Nor frustrate thou their wishes, so thou may'st.
She stoop'd, and gave the filters power to charm. Expect an bopeful issue, jolly Mirth,
The lovely sorceress mix’d, and to the prince

Sister of taleful Momus, tuneful Song,
Health, peace and joy propin’d, but to herself

And fat Good-nature with her honest face.
Mutter'd dire exorcisms, and wish'd effect But yet in the novitiate of their love,
To th' love-creating draught: lowly she bow'd And tenderness of youth suffice small shoots
Fawning insinuation blard, that might

Cut from the widow'd willow, nor provide
Deceive Laertes' son; her lucid orbs

Poles insurmountable as yet. 'Tis then Shed copiously the obliqne rays; her face

When twice bright Phoebus' vivifying ray,
Like modest. Luna's shone, but not so pale,

Twice the cold touch of winter's icy hand,
And with no borrow'd lustre; on her brow They've felt; 'tis then we feel sublimer props.
Smild fallacy, while summoning each grace,

'Tis then the sturdy woodman's axe from far Kneeling she gave the cup. The prince (for Resounds, resounds, and hark! with hollow who !

groans Who cou'd have spurn'd a suppliant so divine ?)

Down tumble the big trees, and rushing roll
Drank eager, and in ecstacy devour'd

O'er the crush'd crackling brake, while in his
Th’ ambrosial perturbation; mad with love
He clasp'd her, and in hymeneal bands

Forlorn, dejected, 'miest the weeping Dryads
At once the nymph demanded and obtain'd. Laments Sylvanus for his verdant care.
Now Hengist, all his ample wish fulfill’d,

The ash or willow for thy vise select,
Exulted ; and from Kent th' uxorious prince

Or storm enduring chesnut; but the oak,
Exterminated, and usnrp'd his seat.

Unfit for this employ, for nobler ends
Long did he reign; but all-devoaring time Reserve untouchd; she when by time matur'd,
Has raz'd his palace walls Perchance on them Capacious of some British demi-god,
Grows the green hop, and o'er his crumbled bust Vernon, or Warren, shall with rapid wing
In spiral twines ascends the scantile pole.-

Infuriate, like Jove's armour-bearing bird,
But now to plant, to dig, to dung, to weed;

Fly on thy foes; they, like the parted waves, Tasks humble, but important, ask the Muse.

Which to the brazen beak murmuring give way Come, fair magician, sportive Fancy, come,

Amaz'd and roaring from the fight recede. With wildest imagery ; thou child of thought,

In that sweet month, when to the list'oing swains From thy aerial citadel descend,

Fair Philomel sings love, and every cot And (for thou canst) assist me. Bring with With garlands blooms bedight, with bandage thee

meet Thy all-creative talisman; with thee

The tendrils bind, and to the tall poll tie, The active spirits ideal, tow'ring flights,

too soon their meretricious arms That hover o'er the muse-resounding groves,

Round each ignoble clod they'll fold, and leave And all thy colourings, all thy shapes display.

Averse the lordly prop. Thus, have I heard Thou too be here, Experience, so shall I

Where there's no mutual tic, no strong connecMy rules nor in low prose jejunely say,

tion Nor in smooth numbers musically err ;

Of love-conspiring bearts, oft the young bride But vain is Fancy and Experience vain,

Has prostituted to her slaves her charms,
If thou, O Hesiod ! Virgil of our land,

While the infatuated lord adınires
Or hear'st thou ratherlo, Milton, bard divine, Fresh-butting sprouts', and issue not his own.
Whose greatness who shalt imitate, save thee?

Now turn the glebe: soon with correcting hand,
If thou, O Philips", fav'ring dost not hear When smiling June in jocund dance leadson
Me, inexpert of verse ; with gentle hand

Long days and happy hours, from ev'ry vine
Uprear the unpinion'd Muse, high on the top

Dock the redundant branches, and once more Of that immeasurable mount, that far

With the sharp spade thy numerous acres till. Exceeds thine own Plinlimmon, where thou tun'st The shovel next must lend its aid, enlarge With Phæbus' self thy lyre. Give me to turn

The little hillocks, and erase the weeds. Th' unwieldy subject with thy graceful ease,

This in that month its title which derives Extol its baseness with thy art ; but chief

From great Augustus' ever sacred name!
Illumine, and invigorate with thy fire.

Sovereign of science! master of the Muse!
When Phæbus looks thro' Aries on the spring, Neglected genias' firm ally! of worth
And vernal flow'rs teem with the dulcet fruit,

Best juilge, and best rewarder, whose applause
Autumnal pride! delay not then thy sets

To bards was fame and fortune! O! 'twas well, In Tellus facile bosom to depose

Well did you too in this, all glorious heroes ! Timely: if thou art wise the bulkiest chuse:

Ye Romans !-un Time'swing you've stamp'd his To every root three joints indulge, and forin

praise, The quincunx with well regulated hills.

And time shall bear it to eternity.
Soon from the dung-enriched earth, their heads

Now are our lalours crown'd with their reward,
Now bloom the florid hops, and in the stream

Shine in their floating silver, while above
Subtilis Veterum judex & callidus audis.

HORAT. 1. Miraturque novas frondes, & non sua poma.
Mr. John Philips, author of Cider, a poem.


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Tembox'ring branches culminate, and form Joyous; but soon the treacherous gloom betrays
A walk impervious to the Sun; the poles Th’unwary visitor, while on his head
lo comely order stand ; and while you cleave Th’ enlarging drops in double show'rs descend.
With the small skiff the Medway's lucid wave, And now no longer in disguise the men
In comely order still their ranks preserve, Of Kent appear; down they all drop their boughs,
And seem to march along th' extensive plain. And shine in brazen panoply divine.
In neat arrangement thus the men of kent, Enough-great William (for full well he knew
With native oak at once adoru'd and arm'd, How vain would be the conquest) to the sons
Intrepid march'd; for weli they knew the cries Of glorious Cantium gave their lives, and laws,
Of dying Preedom, and Astræa's voice,

And liberties secure, and to the prowess
Who as she fled, to echoing woods complain'd Of Cantium's sons, like Casar, deign'd to yield:
Of tyranny, and William ; like a god,

Cæsar and William! hail immortal worthies, Refulgent stood the conqueror, on his troops Illustrious vanquish'd! Cantium, if to them, He sent his looks enliv’ning as the Sun's, Posterity with all her chiefs unborn, Bat on his foes frown'd agony, and death. Aught sitnilar, aught second bas to boast. On his left side in bright emblazonry

Once more (so prophesies the Muse) thy sons His falchion burn'd; forth from his sevenfold shield Shall triumph, emulous of their sires—till then A basilisk shot adamant; his bow

With olive, and with hop-garlands crown'd, Wore clouds of fury !-on that with plumage O'er all thy land reign plenty, reign fair peace.

Of rarious hue sat a tremendous cone:
Thus sits high-canopied above the clouds,
Terrific beauty of nocturnal skies,
Northern Aurora']; she thro' th' azure air

Shoots, shoots her trem'lous rays in painted

Continual, while waving to the wind
O'er Night's dark veil her lucid tresses flow.
The trav'ler views th' unseemly day

Omnia quæ multo ante memor provisa reponies, Astound, the proud bend lowly to the earth,

Si te digna manet divini gloria ruris.

Virg. Geor. lib. 1. The pious matrons tremble for the world, But what can daunt th’ insuperable souls As length the Musc ber destin'd task resumes Of Cantium's matchless sons ? On they proceed, With joy ; agen o'er all her bop-land groves All innocent of fear ; each face express'd She seeks t'expatiate free of wing. Long while Contemptuous admiration, while they view'd

For a much-loviny, much-lov'd youth she wept, The well fed brigades of embroider'd slaves

Sorrowing in silence o'er th' untimely urn. That drew the sword for gain. First of the van, Hush then, effeminate sobs; and thou, my heart, With an enormous bough, a shepherd swain Rebel to griet no more- And yet a while, Whistled with rustic notes; but such as show'd

A little while, indulge the friendly tears. A heart magnanimous: the men of Kent

O'er the wild world, like Noah's dove, in vain Follow the tuneful swain, while o'er their beads

I seek the olive peace, around me wide The green leaves whisper, and the big boughs See! see! the wat'ry waste-la vain forlorn bend.

I call the phenix, fair Sincerity ; 'Twas thus the Thracian, whose-all quick’ning lyre Alas !-extinguish'd to the skies she fled, The fioods inspir'd, and taught the rocks to feel, And left no heir behind her. Where is now Enchanted dancing Hæmus, to the tune, (wave, The eternal smile of goodness ? Where is now The lute's soft tune! The fluttering brauches That all-extensive charity of soul, The rocks enjoy it, and the rivulets hear,

So rich in sweetness, that the classic sounds The billocks skip, emerge the humble vales,

In elegance Augustan cloth’d, the wit And all the mighty mouutain nods applause. That How'd perennial, hardly were observ'd, The conqueror view'd them. and as one that sees Or, if observ’d, set off

' that brighter gem. The vast abrupt of Scylla, or as one

How oft, and yet how seldom did it seem! That from th' oblivious streams of Lethe's pool Have I enjoy'd his converse ? When we met, Has drank eternal apathy, he stood.

The hours how swift they sweetly fled, and till His bost an universal panic seiz'd

Agen I saw him how they loiter'd. Oh! Prodigious, inopine ; their armour shook,

Theophilus', thou dear departed soul, And clatter'd to the trembling of their limbs; What flattering tales thou told'st me? How Some to the walking wilderness gan run

thou'dst hail Confus'd, and in th’inhospitable shade

My Muse, and took'st imaginary walks For shelter sought-Wretches ! they shelter find, All in my hopland groves. Stay yet, oh stay ! Eternal shelter in the arms of death!

Thou dear deluder, thou hast seen but halfThus when Aquarius pours out all bis arn He's gone ! aud aught that's equal to his praise Down on some lonesome heath, the traveller

Fame has not for me, tho' she prove most kind. That wanders o'er the wintry waste, accepts Howe'er this verse be sacred to thy name, The invitation of some spreading beech

These tears, the last sad duty of a friend.

Oft I'll indulge the pleasurable pain " Aurora borealis, or lights in the air; a pheDomenon which of late years has been frequent " Mr. Theophilus Wheeler, of Christ Church, here, and in all the more northern countries. Cambridge.



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Of recollection; oft on Medsray's banks

That stain the sample, and its worth debase. l'll muse on thee full pensive ; while her streams All things thus settled and prepard, what now Regardful ever of my grief, shall now

Can stop the planter's pinposes? Unless In sullen silence silverly along

The Heavens frown dissent, and ominous winds The weeping shores or else accordant with Howl thro' the concave of the troubled sky. My loud laments, shall ever and anon

And oft, alas! the long experienc'd wights Make melancholy music to the shades,

(Oh! could they too prevent them) storms forc-
The hopland shades, that on her banks expose
Serpentine vines and flowing locks of gold. Por, as the storm rides on the rising clouds,

Ye smiling nymphs, th' inseparable train Fly the feet wild-geese far away3, or else
Of saffron Ceres ; ye, that gamesome dance, The heifer towards the zenith rears her head,
And sing to jolly Autumn, while he stands And with expanded nostrils snuffs the air:
With his right hand poizing the scales of Heav'n, The swallows too their airy circuits weave,
And while his left grasps Amalthea's horn : And screaming skim the brook; and fen bred
Young chorus of fair Bacchanals, descend,

And leave awhile the sickle ; yonder hill, Forth from their hoarse throats their old grudge
Where stand the loaded hop-poles, claims your

recite :

Or from her earthly coverlets the ant
There mighty Bacchus seated cross the bin, Heaves her huge eggs along the narrow way:
Waits your attendance-There he glad reviews Or berds Thaumantia's 4 variegated bow
His paunch, approaching to immensity

Athwart the cope of Ilear'n: or sable crows
Still nearer, and with pride of heart surveys Obstreperous of wing, in clouds combine:
Obedient inortals, and the world his own. Besides, umnuinber'd troops of birds marine,
See! from the great metropolis they rush, And Asia's feather'd flocks, that in the muds
Th’industrious vulgar. They, like prudent bees, of flow'ry edg's Cayster wont to prey,
In Kent's wide garden roam, expert to crop Now in the shallows duck their speckled heads,
The flow'ry hop, and provident to work,

And lust to lare in vain, their unctuous plumes
Ere winter nunb their sunburnt hands, and winds Repulsive bame their efforts: hearkon next
Engoal them, murmuring in their gloomy cells. How the curs'd raven, with her harmful voice,
From these, such as appear the rest t'excel Invokes the rain, and croaking to herself,
In strength and young agility, select.

Struts on some spacious solitary shore.
These shall support with vigour and address Nor want thy servants and thy wife at home
The bin-man's weighty office ; now extract Signs to presage the show'r; for in the hall
From the sequacious earth the pole, and now Sheds Niobe her prescient tears, and warns
Unmarry from the closely clinging vine.

Beneath thy leaden tubes to fix the vase,
O'er twice three pickers, and no more, extend And catch the falling dew drops, which supply
The bin-man's sway; unless thy ears can bear Soft water and salubrious, far the best
The.crack of poles continual, and thine eyes To soak thy hops, and brew thy generous beer.
Behold unmoved the hurrying peasant tear But tho' bright Phoebus smile, and in the skies
Thy wealth, and throw it on the thankless | The purple-rob'd serenity appear;

Tho' every cloud be fled, yet if the rage
But first the careful planter will consult

Of Boreas, or the blasting east prevail,
His quantity of acres and his crop,

The planter has enough to check his hopes,
How many and how large his kilns ; and then And in dne bounds confine his joys; for see
Proportion'd to his wants the bands provide. The ruflian winds in their abrupt career,
But yet of greater consequence and cost, Leave not a hop behind, or at the best
One thing remains unsung, a inan of faith Mangle the circling vine, and intercept
And long experience, in whose thund'ring voice
Lives hoarse authority, potent to quell

3 Nunquam imprudentibus imber The frequent frays of the tumultuous crew.

Obsuit. Aut illum surgentem vallibus imis He shall preside o'er all thy hop-land store,

Aëriæ fugere grues! aut bucula coelum Severe dictator! His unerring hand,

Suspiciens, patulis captavit naribus auras: And eye inquisitive, in heediul guise,

Aut arguta lacus circumvolitavit hirundo: Shall to the brink the measure fill, and fair

Et veterem in limo ranæ cecinere querelam. On the twin registers the work record.

Sæpius & tectis penetralibus extulit ova And yet l've known them own a female reign,

Angustum formica terens iter, & bibit ingens And gentle Mariane's soft Orphean voice

Arcus, & e pastu decedens agmine magno. Has hymn'd sweet lessons of humanity

Corvorum increpuit densis exercitus alis. To the wild brutal crew. Oft her command

jam varias pelagi volucres, & quæ Asia circum Has sav'd the pillars of the hop-land state,

Dulcibus in stagnis rimantur pratra Caystri, The lofty poles from ruin, and sustain'd,

Certatim largos bumeris infundere rores; Like Anna, or Eliza, her domain,

Nunc caput objectare fretis, nunc currere in un. With more than manly dignity. Oft I've seen,

das, Ev'n at her frown the boist'rous uproar cease,

Et studio incassum videas gestire lavandi. And the mad pickers, tam'd to diligence,

Tum cornix plena pluviam vocat improba voce, Cull from the bin the sprawling sprigs, and

Et sola in sicca secum spatiatur arena,

Nec nocturna quidem carpentes pensa puellæ leares

Nescivere hyemem.

Virg. Georg. 1.

4 Iris, * The author's youngest sister.

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