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(Sweet solitude !) where warbling birds provoke Quam Gratiarum cura decentium The silent Muse, delicious rural seat
O! O! labellis cui Venus insidet ! Of St. John, English Memmius, I presum'd
Tu sorte felix : me Maria To sing Britannic trophies, inexpert
Macerat (ah miserum!) videndo: Of war, with mean attempt! while he intent
Maria, quæ me sidereo tuens (So Anna's will ordains) to expedite
Obliqua vultu per medium jecur His military charge", no leisure finds
Trajecit, atque excussit omnes To string his charming shell: but when return'd
Protinus ex animo puellas.
Hanc ulla mentis spe mihi mutuæ For ever triumph; latest times shall learn
Utcunque desit, nocte, die vigil
Suspiro; nec jam vina somnos
ODE AD HENRICUM ST. JOHN, ARMIG. 1706. O qui recisæ finibus Indicis Benignus herbæ, das mihi divitem
Haurire succum, et sauveolentes
Sæpe tubis iterare fumos; Qui solus acri respicis asperum Siti palatum, proluis et mero,
Dulcem elaborant cui saporem
Hesperii pretiumque, soles: Ecquid reponam muneris omnium Exors bonorum ? prome reconditum,
Pimplæa, carmen, desidésque
Ad numeros, age, tende chordas.
Te, diva, vim præben'e, vates
Explicuit venusinus alas:
Et vina, cyrrhæis Hetruscum
Rite beans equitem sub antris.
Jactet Falernum, sæpe Chiæ
Munera, lætitiamque testä. Patronus illi non fuit artium Celebriorum; sed nec amantior
Nec charus æquè. O! quæ medullas
Flamma subit, tacitosque sensus ! Pertentat, ut téque et tua munera Gratus recordor, mercurialium
Princeps virorum! et ipse Musæ
Cultor, et usque colende Musis ! Sed me minantem grandia deficit Receptus ægrè spiritus, ilia
Dam pulsat ima, ac inquietum
Tussis agens sine more pectus. Altè petito quassat anhelitu; Funesta planè, ni mihi balsamum
Distillet in venas, tuæque
Lenis opem ferat haustus uvæ. Hanc sumo, parcis et tibi poculis Libo salutem ; quin precor, optima
Ut usque conjux sospitetur,
Perpetuo recreans amore.
Formosa cui Francisca cessit,
• He was then secretary of war.
TO HENRY ST. JOHN, ESQ. 1706 1 O thou, from India's fruitful soil,
That dost that sovereign herb prepare,
Of life, and every anxious care:
The parching flames that I sustain;
And wash away the thirsty pain With wines, whose strength and taste wę prize, From Latian suns and nearer skies. 0! say, to bless thy pious love,
What vows, what offerings, shall I bring?
No other gift, О hear me sing!
I stretch my wing, and fain would go
And, soaring, left the clouds below;
Love's gentle pain, or tender woes;
The blushing grape, or blooming rose:
His Muse or music to inspire,
Flow'd in each glass, to lend him fire;
His Muse extoll'd, his voice approv'd :
At once more pleasing, more belov'd. Oh! teach my heart to bound its flame, As I record thy love and fame.
* This piece was translated by the reverend Tho mas Newcomb, M. A. of Corpus Christi College, Oxon.
Teach me the passion to restrain,
Nor skill'd, nor studious: but my native soil As I my grateful homage bring;
Invites me, and the theme as yet unsung. And last in Phoebus' humble train,
Ye Ariconian knights, and fairest dames, The first and brightest genius sing.
To whom propitious Heaven these blessings grants, The Muses' favourite pleas'd to live,
Attend my lays, nor hence disdain to learn, Paying them back the fame they give.
How Nature's gifts may be improv'd by art.
And thou, O Mostyn, whose benevolence, But oh! as greatly I aspire
And candour, oft experienc'd, me vouchsaf'd To tell my love, to speak thy praise,
To knit in friendship, growing still with years, Boasting no more its sprightly fire,
Accept this pledge of gratitude and love. My bosom heaves, my voice decays;
May it a lasting monument remain With pain I touch the mournful string,
Of dear respect; that, when this body frail And pant and languish as I sing.
Is moulder'd into dust, and I become
As I had never been, late times may know Paint Nature now demands that breath,
I once was bless'd in such a matchless friend ! That feebly strives thy worth to sing !
Whoe'er expects his labouring trees should bend, And would be hush'd, and lost in death,
With fruitage, and a kindly harvest yield, Did not thy care kind succours bring!
Be this his first concern, to find a tract Thy pitying casks my soul sustain,
Impervious to the winds, begirt with hills And call new life in every vein.
That intercept the Hyperborean blasts The sober glass I now behold,
Tempestuous, and cold Eurus' nipping force,
Noxious to feeble buds : but to the west
Let him free entrance grant, let Zephyrs bland Such beauties, and be ever thine;
Administer their tepid genial airs; No chance the tender joy remove,
Nought fear he from the west, whose gentle warmth While she can please, and thou canst love.
Discloses well the Earth's all-teeming womb,
Invigorating tender seeds; whose breath Thus while by you the British arms
Nurtures the orange, and the citron groves, Triumphs and distant fame pursue;
Hesperian fruits, and wafts their odours sweet The yielding fair resigns her charms,
Wide through the air, and distant shores perfumes. And gives you leave to conquer too;
Nor only do the hills exclude the winds: Her snowy neck, her breast, her eyes,
But when the blackening clouds in sprinkling showers And all the nymph becomes your prize.
Distil, from the high summits down the rain
Runs trickling ; with the fertile moisture cheer'd, What comely grace, what beauty smiles !
The orchats smile; joyous the farmers see Upon her lips what sweetness dwells!
Their thriving plants, and bless the heavenly dew. Not Love himself so oft beguiles,
Next let the planter, with discretion meet, Nor Venus self so much excels.
The force and genius of each soil explore; What different fates our passions share,
To wbat adapted, what it shuns averse: While you enjoy, and I despair !
Without this necessary care, in vain Maria's 3 form as I survey,
He hopes an apple-vintage, and invokes
Pomona's aid in vain. The miry fields, Her smiles a thousand wounds impart;
Rejoicing in rich mould, most ample fruit Each feature steals my soul away,
Of beauteous form produce; pleasing to sight, Each glance deprives me of my heart!
But to the tongue inelegant and fat. And chasing thence each other fair,
So Nature has decreed : so oft we see Leaves hér own image only there.
Men passing fair, in outward lineaments Although my anxious breast despair,
Elaborate; less, inwardly, exact. And, sighing, hopes no kind return;
Nor from the sable ground expect success, Yet, for the lov'd relentless fair,
Nor from cretaceous, stubborn and jejune : By night I wake, by day I burn!
The Must, of pallid hue, declares the soil Nor can thy gifts, soft Sleep, supply,
Devoid of spirit; wretched be, that quaffs
Such wheyish liquors ; oft with colic pangs,
But, farmer, look where fuill-ear'd sheaves of rye
Grow wavy on the tilth, that soil select
For apples: thence thy industry shall gain
Ten-fold reward; thy garners, thence with store
Surcharg'd, shall burst; thy press with purest juice Virg
Shall How, which, in revolving years, may try BOOK I.
Thy feeble feet, and bind thy faltering tongue. What soil the apple loves, what care is due
Such is the Kentchurch, such Dantzeyan ground,
Such thine, O learned Brome, and Capel such, To orchats, timeliest when to press the fruits, Willisian Burlton, much-lov'd Geers his Marsh, Thy gift, Pomona, in Miltonian verse
And Sutton-acres, drench'd with regal blood Adventurous I presume to sing; of verse
Of Ethelbert, when to th' unhallow'd feast
Of Mercian Offa he invited came, 3 Miss Mary Meers, daughter of the late princi- To treat of spousals: long connubial joys pal of Brazen-Nose College, Oxon.
He promis'd to himself, allur'd by fair YOL VIII.
Elfrida's beauty; but, deluded, dy'd
Thus the great light of Heaven, that in his conrse In height of hopes-oh! hardest fate, to fall Surveys and quickens all things, often proves By show of friendship, and pretended love! Noxious to planted fields, and often men I nor advise, nor reprehend the choice
Perceive his influence dire; sweltering they run Of Marcley-hill; the apple no where finds To grots, and cares, and the cool umbrage seek A kinder mould: yet 'tis unsafe to trust
Of woven arborets, and oft the rills
Unknown, malignant fevers, and that foe
Of fairest nymph, and checks our growing love,
Depopulates the nations; thousands fall And gravel o'er-abounding, think it not
His victims; youths, and virgins, in their flower, Beneath thy toil; the sturdy pear-tree here Reluctant die, and sighing leave their loves Will rise luxuriant, and with toughest root Unfinishd, by infectious heaven destroy'd. Pierce the obstructing grit, and restive marle. Such heats prevail'd, when fair Eliza, last Thus nought is useless made; nor is there land, Of Winchcomb's name (next thee in blood and worth, But what, or of itself, or else compellid,
O fairest St. John !) left this toilsome world Affords advantage. On the barren heath
In beauty's prime, and sadden'd all the year: The shepherd tends his flock, that daily crop Nor could her virtues, nor repeated vows Their verdant dinner from the mossy turf,
Of thousand lovers, the relentiess band Sufficient; after them the cackling goose,
Of Death arrest; she with the vulgar fell, Close-grazer, finds wherewith to ease her want. Only distinguish'd by this humble verse. What should I more? Ev'n on the cliffy height But if it please the Sun's intemperate force Of Penmenmaur, and that cloud-piercing hill, To know, attend ; whilst I of ancient fame Plinlimmon, from afar the traveller kens
The annals trace, and image to thy mind, Astonish'd, how the goats their shrubby browze How our forefathers, (luckless men!) ingulft Gnaw pendent; nor untrembling canst thou see, By the wide-yawning Earth, to Stygian shades How from a scraggy rock, whose prominence Went quick, in one sad sepulchre enclos'd. Half overshades the ocean, hardy men,
In elder days, ere yet the Roman bands Fearless of rending winds, and dashing waves, Victorious, this our other world subdued, Cut samphire, to excite the squeamish gust A spacious city stood, with firmest walls Of pamper'd luxury. Then, let thy ground Sure mounded, and with numerous turrets crown'd, Not lie unlabor'd; if the richest stem
Aërial spires, and citadels, the seat Refuse to thrive, yet who would doubt to plant Of kings, and heroes resolute in war, Somewhat, that may to human use redound, Fam'd Ariconium: uncontrol'd and free, And penury, the worst of ills, remove?
Till all-subduing Latian arms prevailid. There are, who, fondly studious of increase, Then also, though to foreign yoke submiss, Rich foreign mould on their ill-natur'd land She undemolish'd stood, and ev'n till now Induce laborious, and with fattening muck
Perhaps had stood, of ancient British art Besmear the roots; in vain! the nursling grove A pleasing monument, not less admir'd Seems fair a while, cherish'd with foster earth : Than what from Attic, or Etruscan hands But when the alien compost is exhaust,
Arose; had not the heavenly Powers averse Its native poverty again prevails.
Decreed her final doom: for now the fields Though this art fails, despond not; little pains, Labour'd with thirst; Aquarius had not shed In a due hour employ'd, great profit yield. His wonted showers, and Sirius parch'd with heat Th' industrious, when the Sun in Leo rides, Solstitial the green herb: hence 'gan relax And darts his sultriest beams, portending drought, The ground's contexture, hence Tartarian dregs, Forgets not at the foot of every plant
Sulphur, and nitrous spume, enkindling fierce, To sink a circling trench, and daily pour
Bellow'd within their darksome caves, by far A just supply of alimental streams,
More dismal than the loud disploded roar Exhausted sap recruiting; else false hopes Of brazen enginry, that ceaseless storm He cherishes, nor will his fruit expect
The bastion of a well-built city, deem'd Th' autumnal season, but, in summer's pride, Impregnable: th' infernal winds, till now When other orchats smile, abortive fail.
Closely imprison'd, by Titanian warmth February the seventh, 1571, at six o'clock in hundred yards from their former position. The the evening, this hill roused itself with a roaring ground thus moved was about twenty-six acres, noise, and by seven the next morning had moved which opened itself, and carried the earth before it forty paces; it kept moving for three days toge- for four hundred yards space, leaving that which ther, carrying with it sheep in their cotes, hedge- was pasture in the place of the tillage, and the till. rows and trees, and in its passage overthrew Kin- age overspread with pasture. See Speed's Account Baston Chapple, and turned two highways near an of Herefordshire, page 49, and Camden's Britannia. Dilating, and with unctuous vapours fed,
All generous fruits) or near the bitter dews Disdain'd their narrow cells; and, their full strength Of Cherries. Therefore weigh the habits well Collecting, from beneath the solid mass
Of plants, how they associate best, nor let Upheav'd, and all her castles rooted deep
Ill neighbourhood corrupt thy hopeful graffs. Shook from their lowest seat: old Vaga's stream, Would'st thou thy vats with gen'rous juice should Forc'd by the sudden shock, her wonted track
froth ? Forsook, and drew her humid train aslope,
Respect thy orchats; think not, that the trees Crankling her banks: and now the lowering sky, Spontaneous will produce an wholesome draught. And balesul lightning, and the thunder, voice Let Art correct thy breed: from parent bough Of angry gods, that rattled solemn, dismay'd A cion meetly sever: after, force The sinking hearts of men. Where should they turn A way into the crabstock's close-wrought grain Distress'd? whence seek for aid? when from below. By wedges, and within the living wound Hell threatens, and ev'n Faie supreme gives signs | Enclose the foster twig; nor over-nice Of wrath and desolation? vain were vows,
Refuse with thy own hands around to spread And plaints, and suppliant hands to Heaven erect! The binding clay: ere-long their differing veins Yet some to fanes repair'd, and humble rites Unite, and kindly nourishment convey Perform'd to Thor, and Woden, fabled gods, To the new pupil; now he shoots his arms Who with their votaries in one ruin shar'd, With quickest growth; now shake the teeming trunk, Crush'd, and o'erwhelınd. Others in frantic mood Down rain th’empurpled balls, ambros al fruit. Run howling through streets; their hideous yells Whether the Wilding's fibres are contrivd Rend the dark welkin; Horror stalks around, To draw th' earth's purest spirit, and resist Wild-staring, and, his sad concomitant,
It's feculence, which in more porous stocks Despair, of abject look: at every gate
Of cider-plants finds passage free, or else The thronging populace with hasty strides
The native verjuice of the Crab, deriv'd Press furious, and, too eager of escape,
Through th' intix'd graff, a grateful mixture forms Obstruct the easy way; the rocking town
Of tart and sweet; whatever be the cause, Supplants their footsteps : to, and fro, they reel This doubtful progeny by nicest tastes Astonishd, as o'ercharg'd with wine; when lo! Expected best acceptance finds, and pays The ground adust her riven mouth disparts, Largest revenues to the orchat-lord. Horrible chasm ; profound! with swift descent Some think the Quince and Apple would combine Old Ariconium sinks, and all her tribes,
In happy union; others fitter deem Heroes, and senators, down to the realms
The Sloe-stem bearing Sylvan Plumbs austere. Of endless night. Meanwhile, the loosen'd winds, Who knows but both may thrive? howe'er, what loss Infuriate, molten rocks and faming globes To try the powers of both, and search how far Hurld high above the clouds; till all their force Two different natures may concur to mix Consum'd, her ravenous jaws th' Earth satiate clos'd. In close embraces, and strange offspring bear? Thus this fair city fell, of which the name
Thou 'lt find that plants will frequent changes try, Survives alone; nor is there found a mark,
Undamag'd, and their marriageable arms
And Pears of sundry forms; at different times
The tongue, and view, at once. So Maro's Muse, Improv'd, that now recalls the devious Muse, Thrice sacred Muse! commodious precepts gives Urging her destin'd labours to pursue.
Instructive to the swains, not wholly bent The prudent will observe, what passions reign On what is gainful: sometimes she diverts In various plants (for not to man alone,
From solid counsels, shows the force of love But all the wide creation, Nature gave
In savage beasts; how virgin face divine (waves, Love, and aversion) everlasting hate
Attracts the helpless youth through storms and 'The Vine to Ivy bears, por less abhors
Alone, in deep of night : then she describes The Colewort's rankness; but with amorous twine The Scythian winter, nor disdains to sing Clasps the tall Elm: the Pæstan Rose unfolds How under ground the rude Riphæan race Her bud more lovely, near the fetid Leek,
Mimic brisk Cyder with the brakes product wild; (Crest of stout Britons) and enhances thence Sloes pounded, Hips, and Servis' harshest juice. The price of her celestial scent : the Gourd,
Let sage Experience teach thee all the arts And thirsty Cucumber, when they perceive Of grafting and in-eyeing ; when to lop Th' approaching Olive, with resentment fly The flowing branches; what trees answer best Her fatty fibres, and with tendrils creep
From root, or kernel : she will best the hours Diverse, detesting contact; whilst the Fig
Of harvest, and seed-time declare; by her Contemns not Rue, nor Sage's humble leaf, The different qualities of things were found, Close-neighbouring: th' Herefordian plant And secret motions; how with heavy bulk Caresses freely the contiguous Peach,
Volatile Hermes, Auid and unmoist, Hazel, and weight-resisting Palm, and likes Mounts on the wings of air; to her we owe Tapproach the Quince, and the Elder's pithy stem; The Indian weed ?, unknown to ancient times, Uneasy, seated by funereal Yew, Or Walout, (whose malignant touch impairs
Nature's choice gift, whose acrimonious fume Thy firm enclosure, and with delving snout
The rooted forest undermine: forthwith
A sad memorial of their past offence.
The flagrant Procyon will not fail to bring Unfriendly, when they to the vocal shell
Large shoals of slow house-bearing snails, that creep Warble melodious their well-labour'd songs. O'er the ripe fruitage, paring slimy tracts She found the polish'd glass, whose small convex In the sleek rinds, and unprest Cider drink. Enlarges to ten millions of degrees
No art averts this pest; on thee it lies, The mite, invisible else, of Nature's hand
With morning and with evening hand to rid Least animal; and shows, what laws of life The preying reptiles; nor, if wise, wilt thou The cheese-inhabitants observe, and how
Decline this labour, which itself rewards Pabric their mansions in the harden'd milk, With pleasing gain, whilst the warm limbec draws Wonderful artists! But the hidden ways
Salubrious waters from the vocent brood. Of Nature would'st thou know? how first she frames Myriads of wasps now also clustering hang, All things in miniature? Thy specular orb And drain a spurious honey from thy groves, Apply to well-dissected kernels; lo!
Their winter food; though oft repuls'd, again Strange forms arise, in each a little plant
They rally, undismay'd; but fraud with ease Unfolds its boughs: observe the slender threads Enspares the noisome swarms; let every bough Of first beginning trees, their roots, their leaves, Bear frequent vials, pregnant with the dregs In narrow seeds describ'd; thou'lt wondering say, Of Moyle, or Mum, or Treacle's viscous juice; An inmate orchat every apple boasts.
They, by th' alluring odour drawn, in haste Thus all things by experience are display'd, Fiy to the dulcet cates, and crowding sip And most improv'd. Then sedulously think Their palatable bane; joyful thou 'lt see To meliorate thy stock; no way, or rule,
The clammy surface all o'erstrown with tribes Be unassay'd; prevent the morning star
Of greedy insects, that with fruitless toil Assiduous, nor with the western Sun
Flap filmy pennons oft, to extricate Surcease to work; lo ! thoughtful of thy gain, Their feet, in liquid shackles bound, till death Not of my own, I all the live-long day
Bereave them of their worthless souls: such door Consume in meditation deep, recluse
Waits luxury, and lawless love of gain! From human converse, nor, at shut of eve,
Howe'er thou may'st forbid external force, Enjoy repose; but oft at midnight lamp
Intestine evils will prevail; damp airs, Ply my brain-racking studies, if by chance And rainy winters, to the centre pierce Thee I may counsel right; and oft this care The firmest fruits, and by unseen decay Disturbs me slumbering. Wilt thou then repine The proper relish vitiate: then the grub To labour for thyself? and rather choose
Oft unobserv'd invades the vital core, To lie supinely, hoping Heaven will bless
Pernicious tenant, and her secret cave Thy slighted fruits, and give thee bread unearn'd? Enlarges hourly, preying on the pulp
'Twill profit, when the stork, sworn foe of snakes, Ceaseless; meanwhile the apple's outward form Returns, to show compassion to thy plants, Delectable the witless swain beguiles, Fatigu'd with breeding. Let the arched knife Till, with a writhen mouth, and spattering noise, Well sharpen'd now assail the spreading shades He tastes the bitter morsel, and rejects Of vegetables, and their thirsty limbs
Disrelish'd; not with less surprise, than when Dissever: for the genial moisture, due
Embattled troops with flowing banners pass To apples, otherwise mispends itself
Thinugh flowery meads delighted, nor distrust In barren twigs, and for th' expected crop, The smiling surface; whilst the cavern'd ground, Nought but vain shoots, and empty leaves abound. With grain incentive stord, by sudden blaze
When swelling buds their odorous foliage shed, Bursts fatal, and involves the hopes of war, And gently harden into fruit, the wise
In fiery whirls ; full of victorious thoughts, Spare not the little offsprings, if they grow Torn and dismember'd, they aloft expire. Redundant; but the thronging clusters thin
Now turn thine eye to view Alcinous' groves, By kind avulsion : else the starveling brood, The pride of the Phæacian isle, from whence, Void of sufficient sustenance, will yield
Sailing the spaces of the boundless deep, A slender autumn; which the niggard soul To Ariconium precious fruits arriv'd : Too late shall weep, and curse his thrifty hand, The Pippin burnish'd o'er with gold, the Moyle That would not timely ease the ponderous boughs. Of sweetest honied taste, the fair Permain
It much conduces, all the cares to know Temperd, like comliest nymph, with red and white Of gardening, how to scare nocturnal thieves, Salopian acres flourish with a growth And how the little race of birds that hop
Peculiar, styl'd the Ottley: be thou first From spray to spray, scooping the costliest fruit This apple to transplant; if to the name Insatiate, undisturb'd. Priapus' form
Its merit answers, no where shalt thou find Avails but little; rather guard each row
A wine more priz'd, or laudable of taste. With the false terrours of a breathless kite. Nor does the Eliot least deserve thy care, This done, the timorous flock with swiftest wing Nor John-Apple, whose wither'd rind, intrencht Scud through the air; their fancy represents With many a furrow, aptly represents His mortal talons, and his ravenous beak
Decrepid age, nor that from Harvey nam'd, Destructive; glad to shun his hostile gripe, Quick-relishing: why should we sing the Thrift, They quit their thefts, and unfrequent the fields. Codling, or Pomroy, or of pimpled coat Besides, the filthy swine will oft invade
The Russet, or the Cat's-Head's weighty orb,