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With mean disguise let others nature hide, What I demand, perhaps her heart defires,
And mimic virtue with the paint of art,

But virgin fears her ni er tongue retrain:
I scorn the heat of reason's foolish pride, The secret thought, which blushing love inspires,
And hoaft the grateful weakness of my heart.

The conscious eye can uil as well explain.
The more I think, the more I feel my pain,
And learn the more each heavenly charmi to prize;
While fools too light for pallion, fase remain,
And dull fenfarien keeps the liupid wise.

Sad is my day, and sad my iingering night, Against Lovers going to War, in which he philo-
When, wrapt in silent grief, I weep alone, sophically prefers Love and Delia to the niore
Diia is lost, and all my past delight

serious Vauities of the Word. 1s 110w the source of unavailing moan.

" , Where is the wit that height:n'd brauty's charms How fe'l and deadly was his iron heart, Where is the face thar fed my longing eyes?

He gave the wound encountering nat ons feel, Where is the shape that might have blest my arms? And death grew ftr nger by his fatal art : Where ar tho e hopes relentless Fate denies ? Yet not from steel debate and battle rose, When spent with endless grif I die at last, T'is gold o'erturns the even scale of life, Lelia may come, and see niy poor remains,

Nature is free to all, and none were focs,
Oh, Delia! after such an absence past,

Till partial luxury began the strife.
Capít thou still love, and not forget my pains ? Let spoil and victory adorn the bold,
Wilt thou in tears thy lover's corse attend, While linglorious neither hope nor fear,
With eyes averted light the folenn pyre,

Perish the thirst of honour, thirst of gold,
Till all around the dolefui flames ascend,

Ere for my absence Delia lose a tear :
Then, flowly tinking, by degrees expire? Why should the lover quit his pleasing home,
To sooth the hovering foul, be thine the carc, In search of danger on some foreign ground;
With plaintive cries to lead the mournful band, Far fronı his weeping fair ungrateful roam,
In fable wecus the golden vafe to bear,

And risk ist every Itroke a double wound?
And cull my alhes with thy trembling hand! Ah, bitter far, beneath the spreading shade,
Panchaia's odours be their costly feast,

With chearful friends to drain the sprightly bowl, And all the pride of Ali's fragrant ycar;

Tosing the beaut'es of my darling maid,
Give them the treasures of the fartheft last, And on the swect idea fcast my soul:
And, what is still more precious, give thy tear. Then full of love to all her charms retire,
Dying for thee, there is in death a pride, And fold her blushing to my eager breaft,
Let all the world thy hapless lover know, Till, quite w'ercome with softness, wi:h desire,
Nofilunt urn the noble paflion hide,

Like me she pants, she faints, and sinks to rest.
But depis graven thus my sufferings slow :
Here lies a youth, borne down with love and care,
He could not long his Delia's lor. abide,
Joy lett his bofem with the parring fair,

And wlien he durft no longer hope, he dy'd.”

To Delia.
To second love shall e'er my heart surprize,

This fola nın leagugdlid fire: our paflion bindi

Thou, only thou, canit pieaic thy lover's cyes,

I hy voice alone cau tooth his troubiced mind,
On Delia's Birth-day.

Oh, that thy charms were only fair to me,

Dilplease all others, and secure my reft, Shall more than all ous facred days be bles, No nece of envy, -lee me happy be, The world evamour'd of her lovely eyes,

i litele care that oth rs know me beit. Shall grow as good and gentle as her breast.

With thee in g.onmy deserts let me dwe'l, By all our guarded lighs, and hid d-fires,

Where never human footfep mark d the grounds On, may our guildless love be fill the same ! Thou, ight of vie, al darkness can expei, I burn, and ; lory m the į le.fing fires,

Anu feem a world with folitude ar und. If Delia's beauty share the mutual fiume.

I say too much-my heed oss words refiore, Thou happy genius of her ratal hour,

My tougue undoes me in this loving hour; Acept her incense, if her thought be kind; Thou know't thy strength, and thencc insulting But let her court in vain thy an ry power,

more, If all our vows tre blotted from her mind. Will make me feel the weight of all thy power: And thou, O Venus, hear my righteous prayer, Whate'irlfelthy slave I will remain, Or binil the shepherdess, or loose the fwain, Nor fly th: burden I am form’d to ear, Yet rather guard them 'oth with equal care, In chains lli fic me down at Venus fane And let them dic together in thy chain : She knows my wrongs, and will regard my prayer.


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For her I'll yoke my oxen to the plough,

In gloomy forests tend my lonely flock; Me imagines himself married to Delia, and that For her a goat-herd climb the mountain's brow,

content xvith cach other, they are retired into And Deep extended on the naked rock : the Country.

Ah, what avails to press the stately bed,

And far from her 'midst tasteless grandeur weep,
ET others boast their hcaps of Mining gold,
And view their fields, with waving plenty And, while they murmur, strive in vain to sleep?

By marble fountains lay the pensive head,
Whom neighbouring foes in constant terror kold, Delia alone can please, anıl never tire,
And trumpets brzak their numbers, never sound :

Exceed the paint of thougrt in true delight,

With her, enjoyment wakens new desire, While calmly poor I trifle life away,

And equal rapture glows through every night : Enjoy sweet leisure by my chearful fire, Ao wanton hopes my quiet shall betray,

Reauty and worth in her alike contend, Eut, cheaply blett, I'll scorn each vain desire. To charm the fancy, and to fix the inind; With timely care l'il sow my little field,

In her my wife, my mistress, and my friend, And pant my orchard with its master's hand,

I taste the joys of tense and reason join'd. No: blush to spread the hay, the hook to wield, On her I'll gaze, when others loves are o'er, Orʻrange niy fheaves along the sunny land, And dying press her with my clay-cold hand, I late at dusk, while carelessly I roam,

Thou weep'st already, as I were no more, i mect a ftrolling kid, or bleating lanıb,

Nor can that gentle breast the thought withstand. Under my arm l'll bring the wanderer home,

Oh, when I die, my latest moments spare, And not a little chide its thoughtless dam.

Nor let thy grief with sharper torments kill,

Wound not thy cheeks, nor hurt that flowing hair, What joy to hear the tempest howl in vain, And clasp a fearful mistress to my breast?

Though I am dead, my foul shall love thee ftill. Or, luli'd to Number by the beating rain, Oh, quit the room, oh, quit the deathful bed, Secure and happy, sink at last to relt?

Or thou wilt die, so tender is thy heart;

Oh, leave me, De'ia; cre thou see me dead, Or, if the sun in flaning Leo ride,

Those wecping friends will do thy mournful part: By inady rivers indolently stray, And with my Delia, walking side by side,

Let them, extended on the decent hier, Hear how they murmur, as they glide away?

Convey the corse in melancholy state, What joy to wind along the cool retreat,

Through all the vilage spread the tender tear,

While pitying maids our wonderous loves relate: 'Toftop; and gaze on Delia as I go? To mingle fiveet discourse with kisses sweet,

EL EGY XIV. And teach my lovely scholar all I know?

To Dail. Thus peasid at heart, and not with fancy's dream, lo litat happiness I rest unknown ;

HATscenesof blissmy raptur'd fancyframid, Content with what I arn, not what I seem, I live for Delia and myself alone.

Though re::lon then my fanguine fondness blam'd,

Itull believd what flattering love inspir'd : Ah, foolish man, who thus of her possest, Could float and wander with ambition's wind, But now my wrongshave taught my humbledmind, And if his outward crappings spoke him blest,

Co dangerous blits no longer to pretend, Nis heed the fickness of his conscious mind!

In books a calm, but fix'd content to find, With her I scorn the idle breath of praise,

Safe joys, that on ourselves alone depend : Nor trust to happiness that's n it our own:

With them the gentle moments I beguile, The smile of fortune migh: fufpicion ruile,

In learned ease, and el gant delight, But here I know that I am lov'd alone.

Compare the beautics oi cach different stile,

Each various ray of wit's diffusive light: Stanhope, in wisdom as in wit divine,

Now mark the strength of Milton's lacred lines, May rise, and plead Britannia’s glorious cause,

Sense rais'u by genius, fancy rul'd hy art, With steady ruin his eager wit confine,

Where all the glory of the Godhead shines, While maniy sense the decp a tention draws.

And earliest innocence enchants the heart, Let Stanhope fpeak his listening country's wrongs. Now, fir'd by Pope and Virtue, leave the age My humble voice Hall please one partial maid; In low pursuit of self-undoing wrong, For her alene | pen ny tender song,

And race the author :hrough his moral page, Securely fitting in his friendly flade.

Whose blamelets list still answers to his long. Sianhope shall come, and grace his riral friend, li time and books my lingering pain can heal, Delia shall wonder at her noble guclt,

And reason fix its empire c'er ny heart, With blushing awe the riper fruit commend, My patriot breast a noble warmth shall feel, And for her husband's patron culi the best. And glow with love, where weakness has no part. Hers be the care of all my little train,

Thy heart, Lyttleton, shall be my guide, While I with tender indolence am blest,

Its fire shail warn me, and its worth improve;
The favourite subject of her gentle reign, Thy heart, above all envy, and all pride,
By lose alone distinguished from the rain

Firm as man's sense, and soft as woman love.



And you, o West, with her your partner dear, Where the gay moments which I once have known!
Whom social mirth and useful sense commcnd, 0, where that heart I fondly thought my own!
Wi:h learning's fcast my drooping mind shall chear, From place to place I solitary roam,
Glad to escape from love to such a friend. Abroad uneasy, not content at home.
But why, to long miy weaker heart deceive? I scorn the beauties common eyes adore,
Ah, fill Llove, in pride and reason's spiti, The more I view them, feel thy worth the more;
No books alas! my painful thoughts relieve, Unmov'd I hear them speak, or see them fair,
And while I threat, this Elegy I write.

Ard only think on thee, who art not there.

In vain would books their formal fuccour lend, E L EGY XV.

Nor wit nor wisdon can relieve their friend;
To Mr. George Grenville.

Wit can't deceive the pain I now endure,
And wisdom thews the ill without the cure.

When from thy light I waste the tedious day,
Polite with honesty, and learn'd with ease;

A thousand schemes I form, and things to say; With heart to act with genius to retire;

But when thy presence gives the time I seek. Open, yet wise; though gentle, full of fire:

Niy heart's so full, I with, but cannot speak, With thee I fcorn the low constraint of art,

And could I speak with eloquence and ease, Nor feas to trust the follies of my heart;

Till now not studious of the art to please, Hear then from wliat my long du spair arose,

Could I, at woman who su oft exc aim, The faithful story of a lover's woes.

Expose (nor blush. thy triumph and my hame, When, in a sober melancholy hour,

Ahjure those maxims I fo latcly priz'd, Reduc'd by sickness under reason's power,

And court that sex I foolishly despis'd, I view'd my state, too little weigh'd before, ..^o Love himleif could flatter we no miore,

Own thou haft soften'd my obdurate mind.

And thus reveng‘d the wrongs of womankind; My Delia's hopes I would no more deceive,

Lost were my words, and fruitless all my pain, Briewton mıypast-nhurt, throughfrienithipleave; In vain to tell thee, all I write in vain, I chose the coldelt words my heart to hide,

My hun ble lighs shall only reach thy ears, And cure her sex's weakness through its pride :

And all my eloquence shall be my tears. The prudence which I taught, I ill pursued,

And now (for more I never must pretend) The charm my reason broke, niy heart renew d:

Hear me not as thy lover, but thy friend; Again (ulimitive to her feer I came,

Thousands will fain thy little heart cnsoare, And prov'd too weil my pasion by my shame;

For without danger none like thee are fair; While the secure in cciduels, or disdain,

But wisely choose who best deserves thy fiant, Forgot my love, or triuniph'd in its pain,

So fhall the choice ittelf become thy fame;
Began with higher views her thoughts to raise,
And scorn'd the humble poet of her praise :

Nor yet delpise, though void of winning art, She let each little lie o'er truth prevail,

The plain and bouest courtthip of the heart:

The Ikiiful tongue in love's persuasive lore, And strengthen'd by her faith each groundlesstale, Though less it feels, will please and flatter mort, Believ'd the ofli ft arts that malice try'd,

And, meanly learned in that guilty trade, Nor once in thought was on her lover's fide :

Can long abuse a fond, unthinking maid. Oh, where were then the scenes of fancied life?

And fince their lips, so knowing to deceive, Oh, where the friend, the mistress, and the wife? Thy unexperienc'd youth might soon believe; Her years of promis'd love were quickly past,

And since their tears, in false submillion dreft, Not two revolving moons could see them last

Might thaw the icy coldness of thy breast; To Stow's delightful scenes I now repair,

O! shut thine eyes to su.h deceitful woc:
In Cobham s Inile to lose the gloom of care !
Nor fear that he my weakness should Wespise,

Caught by the beauty of thy outward fhow,

Like me they do not love, whatc'er they seem, In nature learned, and humanely wise.

Like me~with pallion founded on cítcein.
There Pitt, in manners soft, in friendship warm,
With mild advice my listening grief sha Icharm,

With sense to counsel and with wit to please,
A Roman's virtue with a courrier's ease.

Nor you, my friend whose heart is !til at rest,
Cc:temn the human weakness of my breast;

Lillo's plain tense would here the heart co Reafon may chide the faults she cannot cure;

gage. And pains, which long we (corn'd, we oft endure;

He knew no art, no rule; but warmly thought Though wiser cares employ your studious niind,

From passion's force, and, as he felt, he wrote. Form d with a soul to elegantiy kind,

His Barnwell once no critic's test could bear, Your breast may lose the ca ní it long has known, Yet from each eye still draws the natural tear. And learn ny woes to pity, by its own.

candour hear his latest firains, And let kind pity shelter his remains.

Deprest by want, afflicted by disease,

Dying he wrote, and dying with d d please.
To Miss Dashwood,

Oh, may that will be now hutanely paid,

And no harsh critic vex his gentle fhade. SAY, thou


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Where's won may boalied liberty and refe! And bid she laurep grace his humble grave.







TO WILLIAM SOMERVILE, ESQ. Thy genius in such colours paints the chace,

The real to fictitious joys give place,
When the wild music charms my ravish'd ear,

How dull, how tasteless Handel's notes appear !

Ev'n Farinelli's self the palm resigns, WHILE you, Sir, gain the steep ascent to

He yields—but to the musick of thy lines.,

If friends to poetry can yet be found;
And honours due to deathless merit claim ; Who without blushing sense prefer to sound;
Toa weak iluse a kind indulgence lend,

Then let this soft, this foul-enfcebling band,
Fuad with just praise your labours to commend, These warbling minstrels, quit the beggar'd land.
And tell the world that Somervile's her friend. They but a momeutary joy impart,
Her incenfe guiltlufs of the forms of art

'T'is you, who touch the soul, and warm the hcart. Breathes all the huntsman's honesty of heart ; How tempring do thy sylvan sports appear! Whose fancy still the pleasing scene retains

Lv'n wild anibition might vouchsafe an ear, Of Edric's villa, and Ardenna's plains :

Might her fond lust of power a while composc,
Joys, which from change superior charms receiv'd, And gladly change it for thy sweet repose.
1.¢ horn hcarle sounding by the lyre reliev'd: No fierce, unruly senates, threaten herc,
When the day crown'd with rural chaste delight; No axe, no scaffold, to the view appear,
Religns obsequious to the festive night ;

No envy, disappointment, and despair.
The festive night awakes th’ harnionious lay, Here, bleit vicislitude, whene'er you please,
And in sweet verse recounts the triumphs of the You step from exercise to learned ease :

Turn o'er each claslic page, each beauty trace,

The mind unwearicd in the pleasing chace. Strange! that the British Muse should leave so

Oh! would kind Heaven such happiness bestow, The Chace, the sport of Britain's kings, unsung! Grandeur and place, those baits to catch the wise,

Let fools, let knaves, be matters here below.
Dittinguish d land! hy Heaven indulg'd to breed
The tout, sagacious hound, and generous steed;

And all their pageant train, I pity and despise. In vain ! 'while yet no bard adorn'd our ille,

). TRACY, To celebrate the glorious sylvan toil. For this what darling son thall feel thy fire, God of tunerring bow, and cunefullyre?

Our vows are heard Attend, ye vocal throng,
Somervile meditates th' adventurous fong.

Bold to attempt, and happy to excel,
His numerous verse the huntsman's art thall tell.

The subject proposed. Address to his Royal HighFrom him, ye British youths, a vigorous race,

ness the Prince. The origin of hunting. The Imbibe the various science of the chace;

rude and unpolifed manner of the first hunAnd while the well-plann’d fyftem you admire,

Beasts at first hunted for food and sacriKrow Brunswick only could the work inspire;

fice. The grant made by God to man of the A Georgick Muse awaits Augustan days,

beasts, &c. The regular manner of hunting And Somerviles will fing, when Fredericks give

firit brought into this illand by the Normans. the bays.

The best hounds and best horses bred here.-JOHN NIXON. .

The advantage of this exercise to us, as iflanders. Address to gentlemen of estates. Situa acion of the kennel and its several courts. The

diversion and employment of hounds in the THE CHACE.

kennel. The different forts of hounds for each NCE more, my friend, I touch the trembling

different chace. Description of a perfect hound. lyre,

Of lizing and sorting of hounds, the middleAnd in my bosom feel poetic fire.

fized hound recomended. Of the large deepFor thee i quit the law's more rugged ways,

mouthed hound for hunting the flag and otter. To pay my humble tribute to thy lays.

Of the lime-hound; their use on the borders of What, though I daily turn each learned faje,

England and Scotland. A physical account of And labour through the unenlighten'd page :

scents. Of good and bad fcenting days. A Wak'd by thy lines, the burrow'd fames I feel, fort admonition to my brethsen of the coup'es, Asfiints give fire when aided by the lleel.


, Thy rural scenes spring frele into my mind. | And no less various use. O thou Great Prince !







Though in fulphureous clouds of smoke confia'd

, THE Chace, I fing, Hounds, and their various

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Whom Cambria's towering hills proclaim their ' Yet without guilt. For the green herb alone lord,

Unequal to sustain man's labouring race, Deign thou to hear my boid, inftru&ive fong. Now cvery nioving thing that livid on earth While grateful citizens with pon pous she w, Was y santed him for food'. So just is Heaver, Rear the triumphal arch, rich with th' exploits To give us in proportion to our wan's Of thy illustrious house; while virgine save Or chance of iduttry in after-time Thy way with flowers, and, as the Royal Youth Some few improvements made, but short as yet Priling they view, admire and sigh in vain; Of due perfection. In this ifle remote While crowried theatres, too fondly proud Our painted ancettors were flow to learn, Of their exotic minfrels, and thrill pipes, To arms devote, of the politer arts The price of manhood, hail thee with a song, Nor kill'd nor ftudious; till from Neustria's coaste And airs soft-warbling; my hoars-ounding horn Victorious William, to more decent rules 75 Invites thec to the Chace, the sport of kings; Subdu' our Saxon fathers, taught to speak Image of war, without its guilt

The Muse 15

The proper dialect, with horn and voice Molt on wing shall foar, condud with care To cheer the busy hound, whole well-known cry Thy foaming courser o or the steps rock, His istening peers approve with joint acclaim. Or on the river bank receive thee fafe,

From hini fucceffive huntsmen learn'ü to join 8 Light-bounding o'er the wave from more to shore. In bloody social leagues, the multitude Be thou our great protector, gracious Youth! 20 Dispers’d, to size, to sort their various tribes, And if in future times, s me cuivious prince, To rear feed, hunt and discipline the pack. Careless of right and guileful, should invade Hail, happy Britain, highly favour'd ille, Tay Critain's comm rce, or pould ft ive in vain And Heav'n's peculiar care to thee 'tis given as To wrest the balance from thy equal hand; To train the sprightly iteed, more fleet than those The hunter-train, in chearsul green array'd, 25 Begot by winds, or the celestial breed (A band undaunted, and inur'd to toils)

hat bore the great Pelides through the press Shall compass thee around, dic at thy feet, Of hernes asm'd, and broke their crowded ranks; C: hew thy passage through th' embattled foe, Which proudly neighing, with the sun begins go And cicui thy way to fame : inspir'd by thee Chearful his course? and ere his beams declinc, The noblur chace of glory shall pursue 30 Has menfur'd haif thy fursace unfatigu'd. Through fire, and smoke, and blood, and fields of In thee alone, fair land of liberty! death.

Is bred the perfcát hound, in scent and speed

As yet unriva 'd, while in other cities Nature, in her produ&ion- flow, aspires Their virune fails, a weak degenerate race. By just degrees to reach Perfection's height:

In rais malignant teams and winter (ogs So mimic Art works leisurely, till Time

Load the duli air, and hover round our coasts, Improve the piece, or wife Experiene give 35 The huntsman ever gay, robust, and bold, The proper finishing. When Nimrod bold,

Defics the noxious vapour, and confiles
That mighty hunter, firit made war on beasts,
And stain's the woodland green with purple dye, Hiie drooping herd, and chear his heart with joy.

In tliis delightful exerı ise, to raise
New, and unpolish'd was the huntsman's art;
No stated rule, his wanton will his guide.

Ye vigorou, you:bs, by smiling fortune blelt

40 With clubs and stones, rude implements of war,

With large demesnes, hereditary wealtlı,

Heap'd copious by your wise forefathers' care, 105 He arm'd his favage ba ds, a multitude

Hear and attend! while I the means reveal
Untrailid ; of twining oliers (orin'd, they pitch
Their artlels toils, then ringe the delest hills,

l'enjoy those pleasures, for the weak too frons, - Icower the plains below; the tremblorg herd Swift-itretching o'er the plain, to chear the pack

Too coltly for the poor. To rein :he itced
Start at th' nu'ual sound, and clamor us thout

Opening in conforts of harmonious joy,
Unheard beföre: srpriz d alas! to find

But breathing death. What though the gripe severe Man new their sue, w..com erst they deem'd their

Of bruzen-liited Time, and flow diseale lord,

Creeping through every vein, and nerve unstrung, But mild and gentle, and by whom as yet

Aflict my !haitered frame, undaunted Itill, Secure they graz'd. Deathstretches o'er the plaiti! Fix'd as a mountain any, that braves the bolts 115 Wide-wasting, and grim Saughter red with blood:

Of angry Jove; though blilled, yet unfallen ; Ury'd on by hunger keen, they wound, they kill, still can my first in Fancy's 11. irroar view Their rage licentious knows no bound ; at lait,

Deed's glorious cnce, recai the joyous scene Incumber d with their fpoils, joyful they bear

In all its splendor deck'd, o'er the full bowl Upon their shoulders broad the bleeding prey. $5 Recount ny triunphs paft, urge others on Part on their altais smoke a sacrifice

With hand and voice, and point the winding way: Tothat all-gracious power, whole bounteous hand

Pleas'd with that social (wcut garrulity, Supports his wide creation; what remains

The poor dibanded veteran's sole delight. On living coals they broil, inelegant

Fint let the Kennel be the huntsman's care, Of tafte, nor fkili'd as yet in nicer arts 60

Upon fomic little eminence crca,

123 of pamper'd luxury. Devotion pure, And strong neceflity, thus first began

* Gen. chap ix. ver. 3 The chace of bcasts : though bloody was the deed,



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