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XVI. On a Statue of Venus de Medicis. “ (FORTUNATVS ET ILLE DEOS QUI NOVIT
" AGRESTES " Semi educta Venus,"
PANAQVE, SYLVANVMQVE, SENEM, NYM
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 While half withdrawn she seems to hide,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,
From seat to feat o'er pompous scenes he flies, DEBITAL NYMPHIS OPIFEX CORONAE.
Views all with equal wonder and surprize ;
He hics fatigued, not fatisfied, to town.
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.
AMICITIAE G. S.
NAIADAS PARITER AC MVSAS
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,
To court inconftant rils and shades?
With liquid lay and melting fong,
The listening herd around him fray'd,
And every Naïad ceaş'd to lave
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.
“ 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
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,
"T's patients afriçud; the transient scene is
Go fix them there, where gems and gold,
To William Shenstone, Esq. in his
Yet, if ingenuous be your mind,
Wak'd by the fock-dove's melting strain,
" 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,
Then gaze, and mark that union sweet,
peace and freedom--these poffeft, His temperate mind secures the reft.
But if thy foul such bliss despise, Avert thy dull incurious eyes ;
By Mr, WOODHOUSE.
Ye bowers and gay alcoves,
Ye grottues, and ye groves !
Though I your charms survey;
In languid sighs the day.
A thousand scents diffuie ;
In vain display their hues.
Recline your gaudy heads;
Embrace your humid bed:
Your lofty fummits rear!
Expands your leaves fo fair!
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?
Have learnt my plaintive tale,
Comes floating in the gale.
To soothe an amorous mate;
And his uncertain fate.
With fond repinings rove;
Or weep along the grove.
Ye kear ine 100 repine;
And sondly call him mine.
Ye envious winds, the cause display,
In whispers as ye blow,
The poison'd hafts of ?
Where you so blithely nieet?
To make your breezes sweet?
The dear Arcadian reign ?
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 Ice the good deplore.
His longer dace an ill,
To contradict thy will.
For such a God-like mind,
Nor leave a wish behind.
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.
M. S. GULIELMI SHENSTONE!
Prædite, Morte, eheu ! præmaturâ obrepte,
“ Cuni aliis versari,
Extract from Mr. Mason's Englifh
Garden," Book I.
CORYDON, A PASTORAL.
TO THE MEMORY OF · WILLIAM SHENSTONE, Esq. YOME, shepherds, we'll follow the hearse,
Nor, Shenstone, thou
Though sorrow may blemish the verse,
Yet let the fad tribute be paid.