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RURAL SPORTS. And the same road ambitiously pursue,

Frequented by the Mantuan swain and you.
А GEORGI C.

"Tis not that rural sports alone invite,
But all the grateful country breathes delight;

Here blooming health exerts her gentle reign,
INSCRIBED TO MR. POPE, 1713*. And strings the finews of th' induftrious Swain.

Soon as the morning lark salutes the day, 35 « -Securi prælia ruris

Through dewy fields I take my frequent way, Pandimus."

NEMESIAN.

Where I behold the farmer's early care

In the revolving labours of the year.
CANTO 1.

When the fresh Spring in all her state is crown'd,

And high luxuriant grass o'erspreads the ground, 40% Despise th' ungrateful hurry of the town; Shaving the surface of the waving green; in Wündror groves your eafy hours employ, Of all her native pride difrobes the land, Aurb'd, yourself and Muse enjoy. And meads lays waste before his sweeping hand;

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While with the mounting sun the meadow glows, 45 Thames listens to thy strains, and filent flows, And no rude wind -hrough rusting osiers blows;

The fading herbage round he loosely throws : While all his wondering nymp.:s around thee But, if some fign portend a lasting shower,

Th' experienc'd swain foresees the coming hour; throng,

His sun-burnt hands the fcattering fork forsake, To hear the Syrens warble in tay long.' But I, who ne'er was bleft by Form

And ruddy damsels ply the saving rake; itune's hand,

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In rising hills the fragrant harvest grows, Nor brighten’d ploughshares in paternal ind,

And spreads along the field in equal rows. Long in the noisy town have been immur'a,,

Now when the height of heaven bright Phæbus Respir’d its smoke, and all its cares endur'd; Where news and politics divide mankind,

gains, And schemes of state involve th' uneary mind; And leve.' rays cleave wide the thirsty plains, Faction embroils the world; and every tongue 55 When fieifer seek the fhade and ccoling lake,

55 mov'd by flattery, or with scandal hung : And in the middle path-way barks the snake; Friendship, for sylvan shades, the palace flies, O lead me, guard me from the sultry hours, Where all must yield to interest's dearer ties : Hide me, ye forests, in your closest bowers, Each rival Machiavel with envy burns,

Where the tall oak his spreading arms entwines; And Honesty forsakes them all by turns; 20 And with the beech a mutual shade combines ; 60 While calumny upon each party's thrown, Where flows the 'murmuring brook, inviting dreams, Which both promote, and botli alike disown. Where bordering hazle overhangs the streams, Fatigu'd at last, a calm retreat I chose,

Whose rolling current, winding round and round, And footh'd my harass'd mind with sweet re. With frequent falls makes all the wood resound; pore,

Upon the moffy couch my limbs I cast, Where fields and shades, and the refreshing clime, And e’en at noon the sweets of evening taste.

25) Here I peruse the Mantuan's Georgic strains, Inspire the sylvan song, and prompt my rhyme. And learn the labours of Italian swains; My Muse Tall rove through flowery meads and In every page I see new landscapes rise, plains, And all Hesperia opens to my eyes ;

70 And deck with Rural Sports her native strains; I wander o'er the various rural toil,

And know the nature of each different soil: * This poem received many material corrections This waving field is gilded o'er with corn, from the Author after it was first published. That spreading trees with blufning fruit adora:

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Here I survey the purple vintage grow,

75 When floating clouds their spongy fleeces drain, Climb round the poles and rise in graceful row : Troubling the streams with swift-descending rain ; Now I behold the steed curvet and bound',

And watcrs tumbling down the mountain's fide, And paw with refless hoof the smoking ground: Bear the loose soil into the swelling tide; The dewlap'd bull now chafes along the plain, Then soon as vernal gales begin to rise, While burning love ferments in every vein; 80 And drive the liquid burthen through the skies, 140 His well-arm'd front against his rival aims, The fisher to the neighbouring current speeds, And by the ding of war his mistress claims : Whose rapid surface purls unknown to weeds: The careful insect 'midst his works I view,

Upon a riling border of the brook
Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew; He fits him down, and ties the treacherous hook ;
With golden deasures load his little thighs, 85 Now expectation cheers his eager thought, 145
And steer his diftant journey through the skies; His torom glows with treasures yet uncaught,
Some agaioft hostile drones the live dcferd, l'efore his eyes a banquet seems to stand,

Others with sweets the waxen celfs diliend; Where every guest applauds his skilful hand.
Each in the toil his deftin's office bears,

l'ar up the stream the twisted hair he throws And in the little bulk a mighty soal appears. 90 Which down the murmuring current gently fow

Or when the ploughman leaves she talk of day, When, or if chance or'hunger's powerful sway And trudging homeward whistles on the way : Directs the roving trout this fatal way, When the big-udder'd cows with patience stand, He greedily sucks in the twining bait, Waiting the stroakings of the camfel's hand; And tugs and nibbles the falacious meat ; No warbling cheers the woods ; the feather'd choir, Now happy fisherman, now twich the line! 155 To court kind ambers, to the sprays retire; How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thine ! When no rude gale disturbs the neeping trees, Cast on the bank, he dies with gasping pains, Nor aspen leaves confess the gentleft brecze ; And trickling blood his filver mail diftains. Engay'd in thought, to Neptune's bounds I stray, You must not every worm promiscuous use, To take my farewell of the parting day; 100 Judgment will tell the proper bait to choose : Far in the deep the sun his glory hides,

The worm that draws a long immoderate fize A streak of gold the sea and sky divides :

The trout abhors, and the rank morsel Aies; The purple clouds their amber linings Mow, And if too small, the naked fraud's in fight, And edg'd with flame rolls every wave below : And fear forbids, while hunger does invite. Here pentive I behold the fading light, 105 Those baits will best reward the fisher's pains, 165 And o'er the distant billow lose my fight.

Whose polish'd tails a shining yellow stains : Now Nigiit in silent state begins to rire,

Cleanse them from filth, to give a tempting glofs, And twinkling orbs bestrow th’uncloudy skies; Cherish the fully'd reptile race with mors; Her borrow'd lustre growing Cynthia lends, Amid the verdant bed they twine they toil, Aut on the main a glittering path extends; 110 And from their bodies wipe their native soil.

170 Millions of worlds lang in tlie spacious air,

But when the sun displays his glorious beams, Which round their suns their annual circles Neer; And shallow rivers flow with silver streams, Sweet contemplation elevates my sense,

Then the deceit the scaly breed survey, While I survey the works of Providence.

Balk in the sun, and look into the day: O could the Muse in loftier strains rehearse

115 You now a more delusive art must try, 175 The glorious Author of the universe,

And tempt their hunger with the curious fly. Who reins the winds, gives the vast ocean bounds, To frame the little animal, provide And circumscribes the floating worlds their rounds ; A!l the gay hues that wait on female pride; My foul should overflow in songs of praise, Let nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire And my Creator's name inspire' my lays! 120, The shining bellies of the fly require ; As in succesive course the seasons rell,

The peacock’s plumes thy tackle must not fa So circling pleasures recreate the soul.

Nor the dear purchase of the fable's tail, When genial Spring a living warmth bestows, Each gaudy bird fome sender tribute brings, And o'er the year her verdant mantle throws, And lends the growing insect proper wings : No swelling innundation hides the grounds, 125 Silks of all colours must their aid impart. 185 But crystal currents glide within their bounds; And every fur promote the fisher's art. The finny brood their wonted haunts forsake, So the gay lady, with expensive care Float in the sun, and skim along the lake; Borrows the pride of land, of fea, of air : With frequent leap they range the hallow freams, Furs, pearls

, and plumes, the glittering thing displays Their filver coats reflect the dazzling beams. 130 Dazzles our eyes, and easy hearts betrays. Now let the fisherman his toils prepare,

Mark well the various seasons of the year, *
And arm himself with every watery snare ; How the succeeding infect race appear;
His books, his lines, peruse with careful eye, In this revolving moon one colour reigns,
Increase his tackle, and his rod re-tye.

Which in the next the fickle trout disdains.
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Oft have I seen the ikilful angler try

1951 Or let the gin his roving steps betray, The various colours of the treacherous fly;

And save from hoftile jaws the scaly piey. When he with fruitless pain hath skimm'd the I never wander where the bordering reeds brook,

O‘erlook the muddy stream, whose tangling weeds And the coy Ath rejects the skipping hook,

260 He thakes the boughs that on the margin grow, Perplex the fisher; I nor choose to bear Which o'er the stream a waving fore throw; 200 The thievith nightly net, nor barbed (pear; When, if an infect fall (his certain guide), Nor drain 1 ponds, the golden carp to take, He gently takes him from the whirling tide ; Nor troll for pikes, difpeoplers of the lake; Examines well his form with curious eyes, Around the steel no tortur'd worm mall wine, 265 His gaudy veft, his wings, his horns, and size, No blood of living infect ftain my line. Then round his hook the chosen fur he winds, 205 Let me, less cruel, cast the feather'd hook And on the back a speckled feather binds; With pliant rod athwart the pebbled brook. So just the colours shine through every part,

Silent along the mazy margin stray, That Nature feems again to live in Art.

And with the fur-wrought Ay delude the prey 276 Let not thy wary step advance too near, While all thy hope hangs on a single hair ; The new-form'd infect on the water moves, The speckled trout the curious snare approves; Upon the curling surface let it glide, With natural motion from thy hand supply'd, Against the stream now gently let it play, 215) Now in the rapid eddy roll away,

RURAL SPORTS
"The scaly Mhoals foat by, and, seiz'd with fear,
Behold their fellows tost in thinner air;

CAN TO II.
But soon they leap, and catch the swimming bait,
Plunge on the hook, and share an equal fate.

When a brisk gale against the current blows, TOW, sporting Muse, draw in the flowing
And all the watery plain in wrinkles flows,
Then let the fisherman his art repeat,

Leave the clear streams awile for funny plains. Where bubbling eddies favour the deceit.

Should you the various arms and toils ichearsa, If an enormous salmon chance to spy

225 And all the fsheiman adorn thy verse; The wanton errors of the floating fly,

Should you the wide encircling net display, 275 He lifts his lilyer gills above the flood,

And in its spacious arch inclose the fea; And greedily fucks in th' unfaithful food;

Then haul the plunging lead upon the land, Then downward plunges with the fraudful pey, And with the foal and turbot hide the sand; And bears with joy the little spoil away : 230 It would extend the growing theme too long, Soon in smart pain he feels the dire mistake, And tire the reader with the watry song.

286 Lathes the wave, and beats the foamy lake ;

Let ilaç keen lupter from the chace refrain, With sudden rage he now aloft appears,

Nor render all the ploughman's labous vain, And in his eye convulfive anguish bears;

When Ceres pours out plenty from her horn, And now again, impatient of the wound, 235 And clothes the fields with golcen ears of corn. He rolls and wreaths his Mining body round; Now, now, je reapers, to your task repair, 285 Then headlong moots beneath the daming tide, Harte! fave the product of the bounteous year: The trembling fins the boiling wave divide. To the wide-gathering hook long furrows yield, Now horie exalts the fisher's beating heart, And rising Heaves extend through all the field. Now he turns pale, and fears his dubious art; 240 Yet, if for fylvan sports thy bolom glow, He views the tumbling fish with longing cyes, Let thy feet gieyhound urge his flying foe. While the line stretches with th' unwieldy prize ; With what delight the rapid esurse I view! Each motion humours with his steady hands, How does my eye the circling race pursue ! And one night ha'r the mighty bulls commands; He snaps deceitful air with empty jaws; Till, tir'd at last, despoil'd of all his strengti, 245 The subtle hare darts swift beneath his paws; The game athwart the stream unfolds his length. She fies, he stretches, now with nimble bound He now, with pleasure, views the gasping prize

295 Gnath his sharp teeth, and roll his blood - Thot, Eager he presses on, but overshoots his ground; eyes ;

She turns, he winds, and soon regains the way, Then draws him to the more, with artful care, Then tears with gory mouth the screaming prey. And lifts his noftrils in the fickening air: 250 Whiat various sport does rural life afford! Upon the hurthen'd stream he floating lies, What unbought dairties heap the wholefonnc board! Stretches his quivering fins, and gasping diese

3ce Would you preserve a numerous tinny race; Nor less the spaniel, skilful to betray, Let your tierce dogs the ravenous (tter chase Rewards the fowler with the feather'd prey. (7! amphibious monster ranges all the Thoies, 255 Scon as the labouring horse, with swelling veins; Daris tiroogh the waves, and every daunt exploies): Hath safely loos'd thie farmer's doubkul gains,

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To sweet repast th' unwary partridge flies, 305 But dill the chace, a plealing talk, remains ;
With joy amid the scatter'd harvest lies ; The hound must open in these rural strains."
Wandering in plenty danger he forgets, Soon as Aurora drives away the night,
Nor dreads the lavery of entangling nets. And edges eastern clouds with rosy light, 565
The subtle dog scours with sagacious pose - The healthy huntsman, with the chearful horn.
Along the tield, and snuffs each breeze that blows; Summons the dogs, and greets the dappled morh.;

310 The jocund thunder wakes the enliven d hounds, Against the wind he takes his prudent way, They rouze from sleep and answer sounds for While the strong gale directs him to the prey ;

sounds; Now the warm fcent assures the covey ncar, Wide through the furzy field their rout they take, He treads with caution, and he points with fear ;

370 Then (left fome sentry-fowl the fraud descry, 315 Their bleeding bosoms' force the thorny brake : And bid his fellows from the danger fly) The flying game their smoking nostrils trace, Close to the ground in expectation lies,

No bounding hedge obstructs their eager pace ; Till in the snare the futtering covey rise.

The distant mountains echo from afar, Soon as the blushing 'light begins to spread, And hanging woods resound the flying war : 375 And glancing Phæbus gilds the mountain's head, The tuneful noise the fprightly courser hears,

320 Paws the green turf, and pricks his trembling ears ; His carly flight th' ill-fated partridge takes, The Backen'd rein now gives him all his speed, And quits the friendly shelter of the brakes. Back flies the rapid ground beneath the steed; Or, when the sun casts a declining ray,

Hills, dales and forests, far behind remain, 380 And drives his chariot down the western way, While the warm scent draws on the deep-mouth'd Let your obsequious ranger search around,

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1 Where yellow stubble withers on the ground : Where shall the trembling hare a shelter find? Nor will the soving spy direct in vain,

Hark! death advances in each gult of wind ! But numerous coveys gratify thy pain.

New stratagems and doubling wiles the tries, When the meridian fun contracts the shade, Now circling turns, and now at large she flies'; And frisking heifers ieek the cooling glade ; 330

38; Or when the country floats with fudden rains, Till, spent at last, shepants and heaves for breath, Or driving mists deface the moistened plains ; Then lays her down, and waits devouring death. In vain his toils th’unkilful fowler tries,

But say, adventurous Muse ! hast thou the force Whilc in chick woods the feeding partridge lies. To wind the cwisted horn, to guide the horse ?

Nor must the sporting verse the gun forbear, 335 To keep thy seat unmovid, hast thou the skill, 390 Fut what's the Fowier's be the Muses' care. O'er the high gate, and down the headlong hili? See how the well-taught pointer leads the way : Canst thou the stag's laborious chace direct, The scent grows warm-he tops-he springs the Or the strong fox through all his arts deted ? preyi

The theme demands a more experienc'd lay : The fluttering coveys from the stubble rise, Ye mighty hunters ! spare this weak efsay.

395 And on swift wing divide the founding skies ; 340. O happy plains, remote from wars alarms, The scattering lead pursues the certain bight, And all the ravages of hostile arms ! And death in thunder overtakes their flight. and happy shepherds, who, secure from fear, Cool breathes the morning air, and Winter's hand on open downs preserve your fleecy care ! Spreads wide her hoary mantle o'er the land ; Whose spacious barns groan with increasing store, Now to the copse the leffer spaniel take, 345

400 Teach him to range the ditch, and force the brake; And whịrling fails disjoint the cracking floor ! Not clofest coverts can protect the game :

No barbarous foldier, bent on cruel spoil, Hark! the dog opens : take thy certain aimn. Spreads desolation o'er your fertile soil; Thc woodcock flutters : how he wavering flies! No trampling feed lays waste the ripen'd grain, The wood retounds : he wheels, he drops, he dies. Nor crackling fires devour the promis’d gain : 405

No flaming beacons caft their blaze afar, Thę towering hawk let future poets fing, The dreadful signal of invasive war : Who terror bears upon his soaring wing : No trumpet's clangor wounds the mother's ear, Let them on high the frighted hern survey,

And calls the lover from his swooning fair. And lofty numbers paint their airy fray.,

What happiness the rural maid attends, 410 Nor shall the mounting lark the Muse detain, 355 In cheerful labour while each day the spends ! That greets the morning with his early strain : She gratefully receives what heaven has feut, When, 'midt his song, the twinkling glass be- And, rich in poverty, enjoys content. trays,

(Such happiness, and such unblemish!d fame, While from each angle flash the glancing rays, Ne'er glad the bofom of the courtly dame): 415 And in the sun the transient colours blaze, She never feels the spleen's imagini'd pains, Pride lure's the little warbler from the skies: 360 Nor melancholy stagnates in her veins ; The light-enamoured bird deluded dies.

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Her home-spun dress in simple neatness lies, 420 Where breathin sweets from every field ascend, And for no glaring equipage she fighs :

And the wild woods with golden apples bend. 28 Her reputation, which is all her boaft,

Yet let me in some odorous Thade repose, In a malicious visit ne'er was loft ;

Whilst in my verse the fair palmetto grows: No midnight masquerade her beauty wears, Like the tall pine it shoots its stately head; And health, not point, the feading bloom re- From the broad top depending branches spread; pairs.

425 No knotty limbs the taper body bears; 25 If love's soft paflion in her bofom reign,

Hung on each bough a single leaf appears, An equal paflion warnis her happy swain ; Which, shrivel'd in its infancy, remains No homebred jars her quiet flate control, Like a clos’d fan, nor stretches wide its veins, Nor watchful jealousy torments her soul ; But, as the seasons in their circle run, With secret joy she fees her little race 430 Opes its ribb'd surface to the nearer fun;

30 Hang on her breast, and her small cottage grace ; Beneath this shade the weary peáfant lies, 'The fleecy ball their busy fingers cull,

Plucks the broad leal, and bids the breezes rise. Or from the spindie draw the lengthening wool : Stay, wandering Muse! nor sove in foreign Thus flow her hours with constant peace of climes; mind,

To thy own native shore confine thy rhymes. Till age the later thread of life unwind. 435 Assist, ye Nine, your loftieft notes employ;

35. Ye happy iields, unknown to noise and strife, Say what celestial skill contriv'd the toy; The kind rewarders of industrious life;

Say how this instrument of Love began, Ye lady woods, where once I us' to roye, And in immortal strains display the Fan. Alike indulgent to the Muse and Love;

Strephon had long confess'd his amorous pain, Ye murmuring, freans that in meanders roll, 440 Which gay Corinna rallied with disdain : Thu fweet composers of the pensive foul ;

Sometimes in broken words he figh'd hiscare, Farewel!—The city calls me from your bowers : Look'd pale, and trembled when he view'd the fair; Farewel, amusing thoughts and peaceful hours! With bolder freedoms now the youth advanc'd,

He dress’d, he laugh'd, he lung, he rhym’d, he

danc'd; THE FAN,

Now call'd more powerful presents to his aid, 45

And, to seduce the mistress, brib'd the maid;
A PO E M.

Smooth flattery in her softer hours apply'd,
The surest charın to bend the force of pride;
But still unmov'd remains the scornful dame,
insults her captive, and derides his flame

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When Strephon faw his vows dispers'd in air,
He sought in solitude to lose his care;

Relief in folitude he fought in vain,
BOOK I.

It serv'd, like musick, but to feed his pain.

To Venus now the flighted boy complains, 53 SING that graceful toy, whose waving play And calls the Goddets in these tender strains :

With gentle gales relieves the sultry day; o potelt Queen! from Neptune's empire Not the wide fag by Perfian bames display'd,

sprung, Which o'er their beauty casts a grateful shade; Whofe glorious birth admiring Nereids sung, Nor that long known in China's artful land, s! Who 'midst the fragrant plains of Cyprus rove, Which, while it cools the face, fatigues the hand. Whose radiant presence gilds the Paphian grove, 60 Nor shall the Muse in Asian climates rove, Where to thy name a thousand altars.ife, To seek in Indoftar some fpicy grove,

And curling clouds cf incenfe hide the skics: Where stretch'd at ease, the panting lady lies, O beauteous Goddess! teach me how to move, 'To thun che fervor of merian skics,

10 Inspire my tongue with eloquence of lovo! While sweating flaves catch every breeze of air, If lost Adonis e'er thy bosom warm'd, And with wide-sprcading fans refresh the fair; If e'er his eyes or godlike figure chara'd, No boly gnats her pleading dreams molest, Think on those hours when first you felt the dart, Inflame her cheek, or ravage o'er hier breast; Think on the restless fever of thy heart; But artificial zephyrs round her fly,

15 Think how you pine in absence of the fwain : And mitigate the fever of the sky.

By those uneasy minutes know my pain. 79 Nor shall Bermudas long the Muse detain, Ev'n 'while Cydippe to Diana bows, Whose fragrant forests bloom in Waller’s ftrain, And at her shrine renews her virgin vows,

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