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But these thou muit rencunce, if lui of wealth
'The troublous day, and long distrefful dream.Return, my roving Muse, resume thy purposed theme.
Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms,
And he, though oft with out and sweet besprent, Did guide and guard thtir wanderings whersoe'er they
* There is hardly an ancient Ballad, or Romance, wherein a Miurel or Harper appears, but he is characterised, by way of eminence, to have been “
Of the North countrie." It is probable that under this appellation were 'formerly comprehended all the provinces to the North of the Trent.
See Percy's Essay on the English Minttrels.
Tor on his vows the blameless Phæbe smild,
Where peace and love are canker'd by the worin
The Gollip's prayer for wealth, and wit, and worth And one long tummer-day of indolence and mirth.
And now he laugh'd aloud, yet none knew why.
The neighbours itar'd and figh'd, yet blelt the lad: Some deein'd him wondrous wise, and some believ'dl him mad.
There would he wander wild, 'till Phæbus beam, Shot'from the western cliff, released the weary team.
XVIII. Th'exploit of itrength, dexterity, or speed, To him nor vanity nor joy could bring. His heart, from cruel sport enstranged, would bleed To work the woe of any living thing, By trap, by net, by arrow, or by fling ; These he detested, those he scorn'd to wield: He with'd to be the guardian., not the king,
Tyrant far less, or traitor of the field. And sure the syivan reign unbloody joy might yield.
For aught the huntsmen's puny craft supplies ?
The crimson clon, blue main, and mountain grey, And lake, dim-gleaming on the finoky lawn'; Far to the west, the long long, vale withdrawn, Where twilight loves to linger for a while; And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn, And villager abroad at early toil.-- (Pinile. But, lo! the sun appears! and heaven, carth, occan
tost In billows, lengthening to the horizon round, Now scoop'd in gulfs, with mourtains now emboss'd!
And hear the voice of mirth an:) song rebound, Ilocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound !
And down his cheek a tear of pity roll,
groves, O where is now your bloom !” ('The Muse interprets thus his tender thought.) Your flowers, your verdure, and your balmy gloom, Of late fo grateful in the hour of drought! Why do the birds, that fong and rapture brought • To all your bowers, their mansions now forsake? * Ah! why has fickle chance this ruin wrought; • For now the storm howls mournful through the brake, And the dead foliage flies in many a shapeless fake.
XXIV. Where now the rill, melodious, pure, and cool, · Andmeads, with life, and mirth, and beauty crown'd! « Ah ! :fee th' unfightly slime, and Nuggith pool, • Have all the folitary vale embrown'd; • Fled each fair form, and mute each melting sound, • The raven croaks forlorn on naked spray: • And, hark! the river, bursting every mound, · Down the vale thunders ; and with wasteful sway, Uproots the grove, and-rolls the shatter'd rocks away.
XXV. it Yet such the destiny of all on earth : - So flourishes and fades majestic mani.
Fair is the bud his vernal morn brings forth, · And fostering gales a while the nursling fan. "O smile, ye litavens, serene ; ye mildews wan, • Ye blighting whirlwinds, spare his balmy prime, • Nor leífen of his life the little span.
• Born on the fvift, though filent, wings of Time, -Old-age comes on a pace to ravage all the clime.
XXVI. . And be it fo. Let'those deplore their doom, • Whose hopes till grovels in this dark sojourn. • But lofty fouls who look beyond the tomb, - Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. * Shall spring to these sad scenes no more return? • Is yonder wave the sun’s:eternal bed ?· Soon hall the orient with new lustre burn, • And spring shall foon her vital influence Aed, Again attune the grove, again adorn the mead.
XXVII. • Shall I be left abandon'd in the dust, • When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive? « Shall nature's voice, to man
alone unjust, • Bid him, though doom'd to perifli, hope to live? « Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive . With disappointment, penury, and pain ?