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Ye vig'rous swains! while youth ferments your and purer spirits swell the sprightly flood, [blood, now range the hills, the gameful woods beset, 95 wind the shrill horn, or spread the waving net. When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds, and in the new-shorn field the partridge feeds, before his lord the ready spaniel bounds, panting with hope, he tries the furrow'd grounds; but when the tainted gales the game betray, 101 couch'd close be lies, and meditates the prey ; secure they trust th’ unfaithful field beset, 'till hov'ring o'er 'em sweeps the swelling net. Thus (if small things we may with great compare) when Albion sends her eager sons to war,

106 some thoughtless town, with ease and plenty blest, near, and more near, the closing lines invest; sudden they seize th' amaz’d, defenceless prize, and in high air Britannia's standard flies. 110

See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, and mounts exulting on triumphant wings: short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, his purple creșt, and scarlet-circled eyes, the vivid green his shining plumes unfold, his painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?

Nor yet, when moist Arcturus clouds the sky, the woods and fields their pleasing toils deny. To plains with well-breath'd beagles we repair, and trace the mazes of the circling hare; (Beasts, urg'd by iis, their fellow-beasts pursue, and learn of man each other to undo.) With slaught'ring guns th' unweary'd fowler roves, when frosts have whitend all the naked groves, 126

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where doves in flocks the leafless trees o'ershade, and lonely woodcocks haunt the watry glade. he lifts the tube, and levels with his eye; straight a short thunder breaks the frozen sky: 130 oft

, as in airy rings they skim the heath, the clam'rous lapwings feel the leaden death: oft

, as the mounting larks their notes prepare, they fall, and leave their little lives in air.

In genial spring, beneath the quiv'ring shade, 135 where cooling vapours breathe along the mead, the patient fisher takes his silent stand, intent, his angle trembling in his hand: with looks unmoy'd, he hopes the scaly breed, and eyes the dancing cork and bending reed. 140 Our plenteous streams a various race supply, the bright-ey'd perch with fins of Tyrian dye, the silver eel, in shining volumes rolld, the yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd' with gold, swift trouts, diversify'd with crimson stains, 145 and pikes, the tyrants of the watery plains.

Now Cancer glows with Phoebus' fiery car; the youth rush eager to the Sylvan war, swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround, rouze the feet hart, and cheer the opening hound. Th’impatient courser pants in every vein, 151 and, pawing, seems to beat the distant plain: hills, vales, and floods, appear already cross'd. and, ere he starts, a thousand steps are lost. See the bold youth strain up the threat'ning steep, rush through the thickets, down the vallies sweep, hang o'er their coursers heads with eager speed, and earth rolls back beneath the flying steed. Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain, th’immortal huntress, and her virgin train; 160 No. 79.

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nor envy, Windsor! since thy shades have seen as bright a goddess, and as chaste a queen; whose care, like her's protects the Sylvan reign, the earth's fair light, and empress of the main.

Here, too, 't is sung, of old Diana stray'd, 167 and Cynthus' top forsook for Windsor shade; here was she seen o'er airy wastes to rove, seek the clear spring, or haunt the pathless grove; here arm'd with silver bows, in early dawn, her buskin’d virgins trac’d the dewy lawn. 170

Above the rest a rural nymph was fam'd, thy offspring, Thames! the fair Lodona nam'd (Lodona's fate, in long oblivion cast. the muse shall sing, and what she sings shall last). Scarce could the goddess from her nymph be known but by the crescent and the golden zone. She scorn'd the praise of beauty, and the care; a belt her waist a fillet blind ber hair; a painted quiver on her shoulder sounds, and with her dart the flying deer she wounds. It chanc'd as, eager of the chace, the maid beyond the forest's verdant limits stray'd, Pan saw and lov'd, and burning with desire pursu'd her flight; her flight increas'd his fire. Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, when the fierce eagle cleave the liquid sky; not half so swift by the fierce eagle moves, when through the clouds he drives the trembling as from the god she flew with furious pace, [doves : or as the god, more furious, urgʻd the chace. Now fainting, sinking, pale, the nymph appears; now close behind, his sounding steps she hears ; and now his shadow reach'd her as she run, bis shadow lengthen'd by the setting sun;

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and now his shorter breath, with sultry air,

195 pants on her neck, and fans her parting air. In vain on father Thames she calls for aid, nor could Diana help her injur'd maid. Faint, breathless, thus she pray'd, nor pray'd in vain; "Ah, Cynthia! ab-tho'banish'd from thy train, let me, O let me, to the shades repair,

201 my native shades-There weep, and murmur there.” She said, and melting as in tears she lay, in a soft silver stream dissolv'd away. The silver stream her virgin coldness keeps, 205 for ever murmurs, and for ever weeps ; still hears the name the hapless virgin bore, and bathes the forest where she rang'd before. In her chaste current oft the goddess laves, and with celestial tears augments the waves.

210 Oft in her glass the musing shepherd spies he headlong mountains and the downward skies ; he wat'ry landscape of the pendant woods, nd absent trees that tremble in the floods; a the clear azure gleam the Aocks are seen, 215 nd floating forests paint the waves with green. "hro' the fair scene roll slow the ling'ring streams, hen foaming pour along, and rush into the Thames, Thou, too, great father of the British floods ! rith joyful pride survey'st our lofty woods; 220 here tow'ring oaks their growing honours rear, id future pavies on thy shores appear. 'ot Neptune's self from all his streams receives wealthier tribute than to thine he gives. o seas so rich, so gay no banks appear, 225 lake so gentle, and no spring so clear. or Po so swells the fabling poets lays, iile led along the skies his current strays,

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as thine, which visits Windsor's fam'd abodes, to grace the mansion of our earthly gods; 230 nor all his stars above a lustre show, like the bright beauties on thy banks below; where Jove, subdu'd by mortal passion still, might change Olympus for a nobler hill.

Happy the man whom this bright court approves, his sov'reign favours, and his country loves: 236 happy next him, who to these shades retires, whom nature charms, and whom the Muse inspires : whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please, successive study, exercise, and ease. He gathers health from herbs the forest yields, and of their fragrant physic spoils the fields: with chemic art exalts the min’ral powrs, and draws the aromatic souls of flow'rs; now marks the course of rolling orbs on high; 245 o'er figur'd worlds now travels with his eye; of ancient writ unlocks the learned store, consults the dead, and lives past ages o'er : or wand'ring thoughtful in the silent wood, attends the duties of the wise and good, 250 ť observe a mean, be to himself a friend, to follow Nature, and regard his end; or looks on Heav'n with more than mortal eyes, bids his free soul expatiate in the skies, amid her kindred stars familiar roam, survey the region, and confess her home! such was the life great Scipio once admir'd. Thus Atticus, and Trumball thus retir'd.'

Ye sacred Nine! that all my soul possess, whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless, 260 bear me, oh bear me to sequester'd scenes, the bow'ry mazes, and surrounding greens;

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