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XVI. On a Statue of Venus de Medicis. “ (FORTUNATVS ET ILLE DEOS QUI NOVIT

" AGRESTES " Semi educta Venus,"


PHASQVE SORORES." VIRG. T° Venus , Venus here retir’d,

pay : “ Not her on Paphian plains admir'd,

“ The bold, the pert, the gay. " Not her whose anorous leer prevailed

VERSES “ To bribe the Phrygian boy ;

TO MR. SHENSTONE. « Not her wbo, clad in armour, fail'd " To save dif. str.»us Troy.

Written on a Ferme Ornee, near Bir6. Fresh rising from the foamy tide, “ She every bof m warms;

mingham, by the late Lady Luxborough. 6. While half withdrawn she seems to hide,

"IS Nature here bids pleasing scenes arise, " And hall reveals, her charms. 66 Learn hence, ye boastful fons of taste,

To veil each blemish, brighten every grace ; " Who plan the rural shade ;

Yeč fill preserve the lovely parent's face " Learn hence to fhun the vicious waste

How well the bard obeys, each valley tells ; “ Of pomp, at large display'd.

These lucid streams, gay meads, and lonely cells " Let sweet concealment's magic art

Where modest Art in filence lurks conceal'd, " Your mazy bounds invest;

While Nature shines so gracefully reveai'd, "s And while the light unveils a part,

That she triumphant claims the total plan, “ Let fancy paint the rest.

And, with fresh pride, adopts the work of man. « Let ccy reserve with cost unite

" To gr ce your wood or field ; • No ray obtrusive pall the fight, “ In aught you paint, or build.

T. WILLIAM SHENSTONE, Ef. 66 And far be driven the sumptuous glare

AT THE LEASOWES. « Of gold, from British groves;

By Mr. GRAVES. « And far the meretricious air ac Of China's vain alcoves.

6. Vellem in amicitia fic errarenius!" Hor. " 'Tis balhsul beauty ever twines

NEF! the tall youtlı, by partial Fate's decree, 16 The most coercive chain;

To affluence born, and from refiraint set free. s' 'Tis the, that sovereign rule declines

Eager he fecks the scenes of gay resort, “ Who best deserves to reign."

The mall, the rout, the play-house, and the

Soou for some varnish'd nymph of dubious fame, XVII. Intended to be written at the Be

Or powder'd peeress, counterfeits a fiame. ginning of a Collection of Flowers, Dress, dance, drink, revel, all he knows not why:

Behold him now, enraptur’d, swear aud sigh, which Mr. SHENSTONE coloured for Till, by kind fate restor'd to country air, Mrs. JAGO.

He marks the roles of some rura! fair :

Smit with her unaffected native charnis,

A real passion foon his bosom warms :

And, wak'd from idle dreams, he takes a wife,

and tastes the genuinc happiness of life.

Thus, in the vacant Season of the year,
Some Teinplar gay begins his wild career.

From seat to feat o'er pompous scenes he flies, DEBITAL NYMPHIS OPIFEX CORONAE.

Views all with equal wonder and surprize ;
Till fick of domes, arcades, and temples grown,

He hics fatigued, not fatisfied, to town.
XVIII. Proposed to Mr. Graves. by Yet if some kinder genius point his way

Mr. Shenstone, as a proper Inscription Charm°d with the fylvan beauties of the place, for himself.

Where Art aflumes the (weers of Nature's face,

Each hill, each dale, cach consecrated grove, QVI,

Lach laks, and falling stream, his rapture move.

Like the fage captive in Calyplo's grott,

The cares, the pleasures, of the world forgot, IIMUL ET VILLAM EIVS ELEGANTISSIMAM Of calm content he hails the genuine fphcre, NOMEN QVE SVVM

And longs to dwell a bliliful hermit here.

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VERSES received by the pol, from a, On the discovery of an Echo at Edgbaston. LADY unknown, 1761.

By EALTH to the Bard in Lealowes", happy H Powhat are thou, whose voice unknown

est thou the nymph in Shenston's dale, Health and sweet converse with the Muse he who dost with plaintive note bewail loves !

That hc forrakes th' Aonian maids,
The humbleft votary of the tuncful Nine,

To court inconftant rils and shades?
With trembling hand, attempts her artless line, Mourn not, sweet nymphs-malas, in vain
In numbers such as untaught nature bring's ; Do they invite, and thou complain-
As flow, spontaneous, like thy native springs. Yet, while he woo'd the gentle thrung.

With liquid lay and melting fong,
But ah! what airy forms around me rise ?

The listening herd around him fray'd,
The ruslet mountain glows with richer dies; In wanton frisk the lambkins play'd,
In circling dance a pigmy croud appear,

And every Naïad ceaş'd to lave
And hark ! an infaut voice falutes nay ear: Her azurc limbs amid the wave.
• Mortal, thy aim we know, thy task approve ; The Graces danc'd; the roły baud
· His merit honour, and his genius live :

Of Smiles and Loves went hand in hạnd; • For us what verdant carpets has he spread, And purple Pleasures strew'd the 'way • Where nightly we our mystic mazus treau !; With sweetest flowers : ard every.ray For us, each shady grove and rural feat, Of each fond Muse, with rapture fir'd, . His falling freams and flowing numbers sweet!

to glowing thought his breast inspirid. : Didit thou not mark, amid the winding dell, The hills rejoic'd, the valleys rung,

What tuneful verse adorns the niosly cell? All nature fmild, while Shenstone lung. • There every fairy of our sprightly train

So charm'd his lay; but now no more Resort, to bless the woodland and the plain, Ah! why doit thou repeat" no more ?"

There, as we move, unbidden heauties glow, Ev'n now he kies to deck the grove, • The green turf brightens, and the violets blow; To deck the fiene the Muses love; * And there with thoughts fublinie we bless che

And soon again will own their sway, swaia,

And thou relound the peerless lay, . Nor we inspire, nor he attends, in vain.

And with inmortal nunibers fill

Each rocky cave and vocal hill. "Go, simple rhymer ! bear this messige true: 7 he truths that fairies dictate none hall cue, Say to the Bard in Leasowes' happy grove,

VERSES by Mr. Dodsley, on his ficft arm, Whom Dryads honour, and whom, 'Fairies

rival at the LEASOWES, 1754. love “ Content thyself no longer that thy lays,

OW fall I fix my wandering cye? Where

find By others fofter'd, lend to others pruise i “No longer to the favouring world refule

hy source of this enchantment? Dwells it in “ The welcome treasures of tły polini d Muse;

" The woods ? 'or waves there not a magic wand, "The scatter I blooms, that boult tly valued

“ O'er the translucent waters ? Sure, unseen,

" Some favouring power directs the happy lines nanie, “ Collect, unite, and give the wreath to fame :

" That sketch thele beauties; [weils the riling “ Ne'er can thy virtues, or thy verse, engage

hills, "More folid praise than in this happicit age,

" And scoops the dales, to Nature's finest forms, " When fenfe aud mcrit 's cherish's by the

" Vague, undetermin'd, 'nanite; untaught throne,

“ By line or compass, yet supreinely sair." " And cach illustrious privilege their own.

So fpake Philenor, as with raptur'd guze Though modert be thy gentie Muse, I ween,

He travers' t Damon's farin. From dinant plains Oh, lead her blufing from the daisy'd green,

He fought his friend's abode: nor had the fame "A fit attendant on Britannia's Queen.“

Of that new-form'd Arcadia reach'd his ear.

And thus the swain, as o'er each hill and dale, Ye sportive elves, as faithful I relate

Through lawn or thicket hic pursued his way: Th'intrusted mandates of your fairy tate, " What is it gilds the verdure of these meads Vile these wilds again with nightly care ; " With hues more bright than fancy paints the So thall my kine, of all the herd. repair.

flowers In healthsul plight to fill the copious pail ! « Of Paradife? What Nasad's guiding hand My fhecy lie pent with safety in the dale :

Leads, through the broider'ů vele, the lucid My poultry fear no robber in the rooft,

rills, My linen more than common whiteness boast : “ That, murmuring as they low, hear melody Let order, peace, and bousewifry he nine : “ Along their banks; and through the vocal bhealtone, be sancy, fame, and fortune eline.


“: Improve the music of the woodland choir ? COTSWOULDIA.

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“ What penlive Dryad raisid yon solemn grove, With lapse incessant echoes through the dale ? " Where ininds contemplative, at close of day Yet what avails the lifeless landskip now? " Retiring, muse o'er Nature's various works, The charm 's diffolv'd; the genius of the wood, “ Her wonders vererate, or her sweets enjoy- Alas! is flown--for Damon is no more. " What room for doub; ? Some rural deity, As when from fair Lyceum crown'd with " Presiding, scatters o'er th' unequal lawns,

pines, " In beauteous wildness, yon fair-spreading trees; Or Mänalus with leaves autumnal frew'd, " And micgling woods and waters, hills and dales, The tuneful Pan retires ; the vocal hills " And herds and hleating flocks, domestic fowl, Resound no more, and all Arcadia mourns. “ And those that swim the lake, sees rising round Yet here we fondly dreamt of lasting joys: “More pleasing landskips than in Tenipe's vale Here we had hop'd from noisy throngs retir’d, “ Penéus water'd. Yes, some sylvan god To drink large draughts of friendship's cordial “ Spreads wide the varied prospect ; waves the stream; woods,

In fwect oblivion wrapt by Damon's verse “ Kifts the proud hills, and clears the shining And social converse, many a summer's day. lakes;

Romantic wih! In vain frail mortals trace " While, from the congregated waters pour'd, Th’imperfed iketch of human bliss—whilft yet “ The bursting torrent tunibl.s down the feep

Th’ enraptur'd fire his well-plann'd structure " In foanrirg lury; fierce, irregular,

views, “ Wild, interru; ted, cross’d with rocks and roots Majestic rifing 'midt his infant groves : « And interwoven irecs ; till, foon abforb'd,

Sees the dark laurel spread its glossy shade, “ An opening cavern allits rage entombs.

Its languid bloom the purple lilach bend, " So vanilli hunian glories ! Such the pomp

Orpale laburnum drop its penfile chain : "Of swelling warriors, of ambitious kings,

Death spreads the fatal shaft, and bids his heir “ Who frer and frut their hour upon the stage

Transplant the cypress round his father's tomb. " Of busy life, and then are heard no more

Oh! teach mc then, like you, my friend te “ Yes, 'tis enchantment all-And fee, the spells raise " The power'ui incantations, magic verse,

To moral truths my groveling fong; for ah! “Inferib'd on every tree, alcove, or urn

Too long by lawless fancy led astray, Spells - incantations !-al, my tuneful friend!

Of nymphs and groves I've dreamt, and dancing Thine arc the numbers ! thine the wondrous

fawns, work!

Or Naiad leaning o'er her tinkling urn. “ Yes, great magician! now I read thee right,

Oh! could I learn to santify my strains " And lightly weigh all forcery but thine.

With hymns, like those by tuneful Meyrick fung " No Naiad's leading fiep conducts the rill; Or racher catch the melancholy sounds Nor sylvan god presiding skirts the lawn

From Warton's reed, or Nason's lyre- to paint " In beautcous wildness, with fair-spreading the sudden gloom that damps my soul-But see! trees;

Melpomene herself has fnatch'd the pipe, “ Nor magic wand has circumscrib'd the scene.

With which fad Lyttleton his Lucia mournd; “ 'Tis thine own taste, thy genius that presides, And plaintive cries, My Shenstone is no more! “: Nor reeds there other deity, nor needs

R. GRAVES. " More potent spells that they.”-No niore the

fwain, For lo, his Damon, o'er the tufted lawn Advancing, Icads him to the social domu.

VERSES written at the gardens of Wil

liam Shenfione, Esquire, near Bir

mingham, 1756, To Mr. R. D. On the Death of Mr. SHENSTONE.

“ Lle terrarum mihi præter omnes

Augulus ridet." "Thec, shepherd, thee the woods and defart TOULD you these lov'd receffes trace,

And view fair Nature's modeft face? “: With wild thyme and the badding vice o'cr. See her in every field-flower bloom? grown,

Oor every thicket shed perfume ? " and all their echoes mourn."

By verdant groves, and vocal hills,

By mosly grotts, near purling rills,

Where'er you turn your wandering eyes,

Behold her win without disguise The fairy pile, th'enchanted vision rais'd

What though no pageant trifies here, By Damon's magic til, is loft in air !

As in the glare of courts, apppear; What though the lawns and pendant woods re- Though rarely herc be heard the name main,

Of rank, or title, power or faze; Each tinkling stream, cach cushing catarac,

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"T's patients afriçud; the transient scene is


Go fix them there, where gems and gold,
Improv'd by art, their power unfolds
Go try in courtly scenes to trace
A fairer form of Nature's face:
Go scorn Simplicity--but know,
'I hat all our heart-felt joys below,
That all which vittue loves to pame,
Which are configns to lasting fame,
Which fixes wit or beauty's throne,
Derives its fource froni Her alone.


To William Shenstone, Esq. in his



Yet, if ingenuous be your mind,
A bliss more pure and unconfin'&
Your step attends-Draw freely nigh,
And meet the Bard's benignant eye ;
On him no pedant forms await,
No proud referve huts up thy gate;
No spleen, no party views control
That warm benevolence of soul,
Which prompts the friendly generous part,
Regajeless of each venal art;
Regardless of the world's acclaim;
Aod courteous with no selfish aim.
Draw freely nigh, and welcome find,
If not the conly, yet the kind.
Oh, he will lead you to the cells
Where every Muse and Virtue dwells,
Where the green Dryads guards his woods,
Where the blue Naïads guide his floods;
Where all the Sister-Graces gay,
That shap'd his walk's meandering way,
Stark-naked, or but wreath'd with flowers
Lic funbering soft beneath his bowers.

Wak'd by the fock-dove's melting strain,
Behold theni rife! and, with the train
Of nymphs that haunt the stream or grove,
Or o'er the flowery champion rove,
Join hand in hand-attentive gazem
And mark the dance's myftic maze.

" Such is the waving line,” they cry, “For ever dear to Fancy's eye! “ Yon stream that wanders down the dale, “ The fpiring wood, the winding vale, “ The path which, wrought with hidden skill, “ Slow twining scales yon distant hill " With fir invested-all combine “ To reconi.nend the waving line.

" The wreathed rod of Bacchus fair, The ringlets of Apollo's hair, “ The wand by Maïa's offspring borne, “ The smoothe volutes of Ammon's horn, " The ftrudure of the Cyprian dame, " And each fair female's beauteous frame,

Shew, to the pupils of design,
" The triumphs of the waving line."

Then gaze, and mark that union sweet,
Where fair convex and concave meet ;
And while, quick shifting as you tray,
The vivid (cene of fancy play;
The lawn, of aspect smooth anů mild;
The forest-ground grotesque and wild ;
The Ihrub that scents the mounting gale;
The stream rough dashing down the dale,
From rock to rock, in eddies toft ;
The distant lake in which 'tis lost;
Blue hills gay beaming through the glade ;
Lone urns that folemnize the shade;
Sweet interchange of all that charms
In groves, meads, dingles, rivulets, farms!
If aught the fair confulon please,
With lasting health, and lasting ease,
To him who form'd the blisful bower,
And gave thy life one tranquil hour;

peace and freedom--these poffeft, His temperate mind secures the reft.

But if thy foul such bliss despise, Avert thy dull incurious eyes ;

E flowery plains ye brcezy woods,

Ye bowers and gay alcoves,
Ye falling streams, ye lilver floods,

Ye grottues, and ye groves !
Alas! my heart feels no delight,

Though I your charms survey;
While he consumes in pain the night,

In languid sighs the day.
The flowers disclose a thousand blooms,

A thousand scents diffuie ;
Yet al in vain they fired perfumes,

In vain display their hues.
Restrain, ye flowers, your thoughtless pride,

Recline your gaudy heads;
And sadly drooping, side by side,

Embrace your humid bed:
Tall oalan that o'er the woodland fhade,

Your lofty fummits rear!
Ah, why, in wonted charms array'd,

Expands your leaves fo fair!
For lo, the flowers as gay!y smile,

As wanton waves the tree; And though I fadly plain the while,

Yet they regard not me. sh, should the Fates an arrow send,

And strike the fatal wourid, Who, who shall then your sweets defend,

Or fence your beauties round?
But hark, perhaps, the plumy trong

Have learnt my plaintive tale,
And fome sau dirge, or mournful song,

Comes floating in the gale.
Ah, no! they chaunt a sprightly strain

To soothe an amorous mate;
Unmindful of my anxious pain

And his uncertain fate.
But see, these little murmuring rills

With fond repinings rove;
And trickle wailing down the hills,

Or weep along the grove.
Oh, mock not if, beside your fiream,

Ye kear ine 100 repine;
Or aid with fighs your mournful theme,

And sondly call him mine.




Ye envious winds, the cause display,

In whispers as ye blow,
Why did your treacherous gales convey

The poison'd hafts of ?
Did he not plant the shady bower,

Where you so blithely nieet?
The scented shrub, and fragrant flower,

To make your breezes sweet?
And mut he leave the wood, the field,

The dear Arcadian reign ?
Can veither verse nor virtue shield

The guardian of the plain ? Muft he his cuneful breath resign,

Whom all the Muses love ? That round his brow their laurels trine,

And all his fongs approve. Preserve him, mild Omnipotence !

Our Father, King, and God, Who clear'st the paths of life and sense,

Or stop'st them at thy nod. Bleft power, who calm'it the raging deep,

His valued health reitore,
Nor let the fons of Genius weep,

Nor Ice the good deplore.
But if thy boundless Wisdom knows

His longer dace an ill,
Let not my loul a wifi disclose

To contradict thy will.
For happy, happy were the change,

For such a God-like mind,
To go where kindred spirits range,

Nor leave a wish behind.
And though, to share his pleasures here,

Kings might their state forego : Yet nuit he feel such raptures there,

As none can talte below.

They call'd him the pride of the plain ;

In footh, he was gentle and kind ; Le mark'd in his elegant Orain,

The Graces that glow'd in his mind. On purpose he planted yon trees,

That birds in the covert mighé dwell; Hc cultur'd his thyme for the bees,

But never would rifle their ceil. Ye lambkins, that play'd at his feet,

Go bieat-and your master bemoan ; His music was artless and sweet,

His manners as mild as your own. No verdure shall cover the vale,

No bloom on the bloffoms appear; The sweets of the forest snall fail,

And winter discolour the year. No birds, in our hedges shall ling

(Our hedgts fo vocal before, Since he that could welcome the spring,

Can greet the gay seafon no more. His Phyllis was fond of his praise,

And poets came round in a throng; They liften'd and envy'd his tays,

But which of them equal'd his song? Ye shepherds, henceforward be mute,

For lost is the pastoral strain ; So give me my Corydon's flute,

And thus-let me break it in twain.



Ah! Gulielme,
Hominum dignillime,
Amicorum integerrime,

Indole optimâ,
Moribus gratiflimis,

Eruditione diffusa,
Ac corde quam maxime benigno

Prædite, Morte, eheu ! præmaturâ obrepte,

Ah! Gulielme,

« Quanto minus eft,

“ Cuni aliis versari,
" Quam tui meminiffc !99

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Extract from Mr. Mason's Englifh

Garden," Book I.


TO THE MEMORY OF · WILLIAM SHENSTONE, Esq. YOME, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse,

Nor, Shenstone, thou
Shalt pass without thy meed, thou son of peace!
Who knew't, perchance, to harmonize thy

Still softer than thy song; yet was that song
Nor rude, nor inharmonious, when attun'd
To paftoral plaint, or tale of lighted love.


Though sorrow may blemish the verse,

Yet let the fad tribute be paid.

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