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And starts amidst the thirsty wilds to hear
New falls of water murin’ring in his ear.
7 On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The
green leed trembles, and the bulrush nods. Waste † fandy vallies, once perplex'd with thorn, The spiry fir and shapely box adorn! To leafless shrubs the flow’ring palms succeed, 75 And od 'rous myrtle to the noisome weed. The ț lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead, And boys in flow'ry bands the tiger lead ; The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, And harmless || serpents lick the pilgrim's feet;
89 The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleas’d, the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongue shall innocently play: Rise, crown’d with light, imperial * Salem, rise ! 85 Exalt thy tow'ry head, and lift thy eyes! See a long Ş race thy spacious courts adorn; See future fons and daughters, yet unborn, In crouding ranks on every side arise, Demanding life, impatient for the skies!
90 IMITATIONS. " The fields shall grow yellow with ripened ears, and the red grape shall hang * upon the wild brainbles, and the hard oaks fhall distii noney like dew." “Ifaiah, chap. xxxv. ver. 7. “ The parched ground shall become a pool,
and the thirity lands fprings of water in the habitation where dragons ley, "Thall be grass, and reeds, and rushes." Ch. lv. ver. 13. "Instead of the
thorn Mail come up the fir-tree, and initead of the brier shall come up the 66 myrtle-tree." P. Ver 77. The lambs with wolves, &c. ) Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 21.
Ipfæ lacte domum referent ditenta capella
Ubera, nec magnos irc uent armenta leones---
Occidet et serpens, et fallax herba veneni
Occidet. “The goats shall bear to the fold their udders distended with milk: nor shall & the herds be afraid of the greatest lions. Thc ferpent thall die, and the herb 66 that conceals poiron shall die.'
"Ifaian, chap. xi, ver. 6, Esc. " The wolf fhail dwell with the lamb, and the icopard Mall ly down with the kid, and the calf, and the young lion, and the falling together; and a little child'shall lead them. And the lion shall eat
tiraw like the ox. And the fucking child mall play on the hole of the af, and - the weaned child shall put his hand on the den of the cockatrice." P.
Ver. 85. Rile, cround with light, imperial Salem, rise ! ] ! he thoughts of Ifaian, which compofe the latter part of the Poem, are woaderfully elevated, and much above thöfe general exclainations of Virgil, which make the loftiert parts ot his Pollio.
Magnus ab integro fæclorum nafcitur ordo!
---toto furget gens aurea mundo!
---incipient magni procedere menfes !
Afpice, venturo lætetur ut omnia fæclo! &c.
The reader needs only to turn to the passages of Isaiah here cited. P.
+ Ch. xli. ver. 19. and Ch. iv. ver. 13. + Chi xi. ver. 6, 7, 8, 8 Ct.lxx, Ver. 25
* C), ix, ef. 1, * Ch. la. ver. 4
See barb'rous | nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend;
See thy bright altars throng'd with proftrate kings,
And heap'd with products of Sabæan || 1prings!
For thee Idume's spicy forests blow,
And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow.
See heav'n its sparkling portals wide display,
And break upon thee in a flood of day.
No more the rising § sun shall gild the morn,
Nor ev’ning Cynthia fill her filver horn;
But loft, diffolv'd in thy superior rays,
One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze
O’erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall shine
Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!
The 1 seas shall waste, the skies in smoak decay, 105
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;
But fix'd his word, his saving power remains ;
Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns!
I Ch. lx. ver. 3. Il Ch. Ix. ver. 6. Ch. lx. ver. 10. 20
11 Ch. li. ver. 6. and Ch. liv. ver. 16.
To the Right Honourable
GEORGE LORD LANSDOWN.
Non injuria caro: te voltre, Vare, myricæ,
1e nemus omne caiet: nec Phoebo gratior ulla et,
Quam fibi quæ Vari nefcraç fit pagina nomen. Virg.
, Windsor), and thy green retreats, At once the Monarch's arid the Muses' seats, Invite my lays. Be present, fylvan Maids ! Unlock your springs, and open all
shades. Granville commands; your aid, O Muses, bring: 5 What mule for Granville can refuse to fing?
The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long,
Live in description, and look green in song:
These, were my breast inspir'd with equal flame,
Like them in beauty, Mould be like in fame.
Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,
Here earth and water seem to strive again ;
Not chaos-like, together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confus’d;
Where order in variety we fee,
And where, tho' all things differ, all agree.
Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display,
And part admit, and part exclude the day;
As some coy nymph her lover's warm address,
Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress. 20
There interspers’d in lawns and op’ning glades,
Thin trees arise that shun each others shades.
Here in full light the rullet plains extend ;
There wrapt in clouds, the bluish hills ascend,
E'en the wild heath displays her purple dyes, 25
And 'midst the desert fruitful fields arise,
That, crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn,
Like verdant illes, the fable waste adorn.
Let India boast her plants, nor envy we
The weeping amber of the balmy tree,
While by our oaks the precious loads are borne,
And realms ĉummanded which those trets adorn.
Not proud Olympus yields a nobler sight,
Thor gods afsembled grace his tow'ring height,
Than what more humble mountains offer here,
Where, in their blessings, all those gods appear.
See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd;
Here blushing Flora paints th' enamellid ground;
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand; 40
Rich industry fits smiling on the plains,
peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns.
Not thus the land appear’d in ages pait,
A dreary desert and a gloomy waste,
To savage beasts and favage laws a prey,
And kings more furious and severe than they ;
Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and floods ;
The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods :
Cities laid waste, they storm'd the dens and caves,
(For wiser brutes were backward to be slaves.) 50
What could be free, when lawless bealts obey'd,
And e'en the elements a tyrant.sway'd ?
In vain kind seasons fwell’d the teeming grain,
Soft show'rs distillid, and suns grew warm in vain :
The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields, SS
And familh'd dies amidst his ripend fields.
What wonder then, a beast or subject slain
Were equal crimes in a despotic reign ?
Both doom'd alike, for sportive tyrants bled
But while the subject starv'd, the beast was fed.
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chace began,
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man :
Our haughty Norman boasts that barb'rous name,
And makes his trembling saves the royal game.
The fields are ravish'd from th' industrious swains, 65
From men their cities, and from gods their fanes :
The levellid towns with weeds ly cover'd o'er;
The hollow. winds thro’ naked temples roar;
Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd;
O'er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately hind;
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The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires,
And lavage howlings fill the sacred quires.
Aw'd by his nobles, by his commons curst,
Th' oppressor rul'd tyrannic where he durft,
Stretch't o'er the poor and church his iron rod,
And serv'd alike his vaisais and his God.
Whom een the Saxon spar'd, and bloody Dane,
The wanton victims of his sport remain.
But see the man, who spacious regions gave
A walte for beaits, himielf deny'd 2 grave!
Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope survey,
At once the chaser, and at once the prey :
Lo Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart,
Bieeds in the foreit like a wounded hart.
Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects' cries,
Nor saw displeas’d the peaceful cottage rise:
Then gath’ring flocks on unknown niountains fed,
O’er fandy wilds were yellow harvests spread;
The foreit wonder'd at th’unusual grain,
And secret transports touch'd the conscious fwain.
90 Fair Liberty, Britannia's goddels, rears Her cheerful head, and leads the golden years.
Ye vig'rous swains ! while youth ferments your And purer spirits fwell the sprightly flood, [blood, Now range the hills, the gametul woods belet, 95 Wind the thrill horn, or spread the waving net. When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds, And in the new-Torn 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, Couch'd clofe he lies, and meditates the prey ; Secure they trust th' unfaithful field beset, 'Till hov'ring o'er 'em sweeps the swelling net. Thus (if imali things we may with great compare) When Albion finds her eager fons to war, 106 Some thoughtless town, with ease and plenty bleft, Near, and more near, the closing lines invelt; Sudden they seize th' amaz’d, defencelels prize, And in high air Britannia'a itandard flies.