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To the Right Honourable
GEORGE LORD LANSDOWN.
« Non injuffa cano: Te noftræ, Vare, myricæ,
Txis poem was written at two different times: the first part of it, which relates to the country, in
the year 1704, at the same time with the pastorals: the latter part was not added till the year 1713, in which it was published.
Tor forefts, Windsor! and thy green retreats, At once the monarch's and the muse's seats, Invite my lays. Be present, Sylvan maids ! Unlock your springs, and open all your shades. Granville commands; your aid, O muses, bring! What muse for Granville can refuse to sing?
The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long, Live in description, and look green in song; Thek, were my breast infpir'd with equal fame, Like them in beauty, should 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, though all things differ, all agree. Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display, And part admit, and part exclude the day;
As fome coy nymph her lover's warm address
Ver. 25. Originally thus:
breathe, Valock your springs
Or spread with vernal blooms the purple heath?
Sr. Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope furvey,
Succeeding monarchs heard the subjeds cries, And peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns. Nor law displeas'd the peaceful cottage rise.
Not thus the land appear'd in ages past, Then gathering flocks on unknown mountains fed, A dreary desert, and a gloomy waste,
O'er sandy wilds were yellow harvests spread, To savage beasts and savage laws a prey,
The forests wonder'd at th' unusual grain, And kings more furious and severe than they ; And secret transport touch'd the conscious (wain. Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and floods, Fair Liberty, Britannia's goddess, rears 91 The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods : Her cheerful head, and leads the golden years. Cities laid waste, they storm'd the dens and caves Ye vigorous (wains! while youth ferments your (For wiser brutes were backward to be flaves). So
blood, What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd, And purer Spirits swell the sprightly flood, And ev’n the elements a tyrant sway'd ?
Now range the hills, the gameful woods beset, In vain kind seasons swell’d the teeming grain, Wind the shrill horn, or spread the waving net. Soft showers distin'd, and suns grew warni in vain; When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds, The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields, And in the new-fhorn field the partridge feeds; And famih'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields. Before his 1'the ready spaniel bounds, What wonder then, a beast.or subject Nain Panting with hope, hetriesthefurrow'dgrounds;109 Were equal crimes in a despotic reign?
But when the tainted gales the game betray, Both doom'd alike for sportive tyrants bled, Couch'd close he lies, and meditates the prey : But, while the subject starv'd, the beast was fed. Secure the trust th' unfaithful field befet, Proud Nimrod firit the bloody chace began, 61 Till hovering o'er them sweeps the swelling net. A mighty hunter, and his prey was man : Thus (if small things we may with great compare) Our haughty Norman boasts that barbarous name,
When Albion fends her eager sons to war, And makes his trembling faves the royal game. Some thoughtlefs town, with ease and plenty bles, The fields are ravilh'd from th' induftrious Near and more near, the closing lines invest, swains,
Sudden they seize th' amaz'd defenceless prize,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
gold ! Whom ev'n the Saxon (par'd, and bloody Dane, Nor yet when hoist Arcturus clouds the sky, The wanton vidims of his sport remain.
The woods and fields cheir pleasing toils deny. 120 But fee, the man who spacious regions gave A waste for beafts, himself deny'd a grave !
Oh may no more a foreign master's rage,
springs. Ver. 57, &c. No wonder savages or Subjects fain
When yellow autumn summer's heat succeeds, Eut subjects starv'd, while savages were fed. And into wine the purple harvest bleeds,
The parıridge feeding in the new-fhorn ficlds, It was originally thus; but the word Savages | Both morning sports and ev'ning pleasure yields. is not properly applied to beasts, but to men; which occafioned the alteration.
Ver. 107. It stood thus in the first edition :
Pleas'd, in the general's fight, the host lie down Ver. 92. And wolves with howling fill, &c. Sudden before fume unsuspecting town; The Author thought this an error, wolves sot The young, the old, one intant makes our prize, being common in England at the time of the Con. And o'er their captive heads Britannia's standard queror.
To plains with well-breath'd beagles we repair, Scarce could the goddess from her aymph be And trace the mazes of the circling hare
known, (Balts, arg'd by us, their fellow beasts pursue, But by the crescent and the golden zone. Asd learn of man each other to undo):
She scorn'd the praise of beauty, and the care; With daughtering guns th'anweary'd fowler roves, A belt her waist, a fillet binds her hair ; When frofts have whiten'd all the naked groves ; A painted quiver on her fhoulder sounds, Where doves in flocks the leafless trees o'ershade, And with her dart the flying deer she wounds. 180 And lonely woodcocks haunt the watery gładc. It chanc'd, as, eager of the chace, the maid He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye;
Beyond the forest's verdant limits tray'd, Strait a fhort thunder breaks the frozen sky : 130 Pan saw and lov'd, and burning with desire Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath,
Pursu'd her flight; her flight increas'd his fire. The clamorous lapwings feels the leaden death; Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, Ofi, as the mounting larks their notes prepare, When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky; They fall, and leave their little lives in air. Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves,
In genial fpring, bencath the quivering shade, When through the clouds he drives the trembling Where cooling vapours breathe alor:g the mead,
doves; The patient fither takes his filent ftand,
As from the god she flew with furious pace, Intent, his angle trembling in his hand:
Or as the god, more furious, urg'd the chace. 196 With looks unmov'd, he hopes the scaly breed, Now fainting, finking, pale, the nymph appears ; And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed, 140 Now close behind, his founding Teps the hears; Our plentcous ftreams a various race supply, And now his shadow reach'd her as the run, The bright-ey'd perch with fins of Tyrian dye, His shadow lengthen'd by the setting fun; The filver eel, in fining volumes rollid,
And now his shorter breath, with sultry air, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Pants on her neck, and fans her parting hair. Swift trouts, diverfify'd with crimson stains, In vain on father Thames she calls for aid, And pikes, the tyrants of the watery plains. Nor could Diana help her injur'd maid.
Now Cancer glows with Phabus' fiery car : Faint, breathless, thus the pray'd, nor pray'd in The youth rush eager to the Sylvan war,
vain; Swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround, “ Ah, Cynthia! ah-though banish'd from thy Rouze the fleet hart, and cheer the opening hound.
150 “ Let me, o let me, to the shades repair, Th' impatient courser pants in every vein, “ My native shades !--there weep and murmur And, pawing, seems to beat the distant plain :
" there!" Hills, vates, and floods, appear already cross’d, She said, and, melting as in tears she lay, And, ere he starts, a thousand steps are loft. In a soft filver stream diffolv'd away. See the bold youth ftrain up the threat'ning steep, The filver stream her virgin coldness keeps, Ruth through the thickets, down the vallies sweep, For ever murmurs, and for ever weeps; Hang o'er their coursers heads with eager speed, Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore, And earth rolls back beneath the flying Iteed. And bathes the forest where she rang'd before. Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain,
In her charte current oft the goddess laves, Th' immortal hantress, and her virgin-train ; 160 And with celeftial tears augments the waves. 2to Nor covy, Windfor! since thy shades have seen Oft in her glass the musing hepherd spies As bright a goddess, and as chaste a queen; The headlong mountains and the downward skies, Whole care, like her’s, protects the Sylvan reign, The watery landskip of the pendant woods, The tarth's fair light, and empress of the main. And absent trees that tremble in the floods;
Here, too, 'tis sung, of old Diana stray'd, In the clear azure gleam the flocks are seen, And Cynthus' top forsook for Windsor shade; And floating forests paint the waves with green ; Here was the feen o'er airy wastes to rove, Through the fair scene roll flow the lingering Seek the clear spring, or haunt the pathless streams, grove;
Then foaming pour along, and rulh unto the Here arm'd with filver bows, in early dawn,
Thames Her balkin'd virgins trac'd the dewy lawn. 170 Thou, too, great father of the British floods!
Above the ref a rural nymph was fam'd, With joyful pride survey'st our lofty woods; 200 Thy offspring, Thames! the fair Lodona nam'd Where towering oaks their growing honours rear, (Lodona's face, in long oblivion cast,
And future navies on thy fhores appear.
A wealthier tribute, than to thine he gives.
No lake fo gentle, and no spring so clear.
Nor Po so swells the fabling poet's lays,
While led aloug the skies his current strays, O'er rufling leaves around the naked groves. As thine, which visits Windsor's fam'd abndes,
To grace the mansion of our earthly gods : 23 Ver. 129.
Nor all his ftars above a luftre show, The fowler lifts his levella tube on high. Like the bright beaucics on thy banks below;
Where Jove, subdu'd by mortal paffion ftill, His drooping swans on every note expire,
And on his willows hung each muse's lyre. Happy the man whom this bright court ap Since fate relentless stopp'd their heavenly voice, proves,
No more the forests ring, or groves rejoice; His sovereign favours, and his country loves : who now shall charm the Thaules, where Cowley Happy next him, who to these thades retires,
ftrung Whom nature charms, and whom the muse in His living harp, and lofty Denham sung 28. spires;
But hark! the groves rejoice, the forest rings! Whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please, Are these reviv'd? or is it Granville sings! Successive study, exercise, and ease.
240 'Tis yours, my Lord, to bless our soft retreats, He gathers health from herbs the forest yields, And call the muses to their ancient seats; And of their fragrant physic spoils the fields; To paint anew the flowery Sylvan scenes, With chemic art exalts che mineral powers, To crown the forest with immortal greens, And draws the aromatic souls of flowers :
Make Windsor hills in lofty numbers rise, Now marks the course of rolling orbs on high; And lift her turrets nearer to the skies; O'er figur’d worlds now travels with his eye; To fing those bonours you deserve to wear, Of ancient writ unlocks the learned store,
And add new lustre to her filver ftar.
290 Consults the dead, and lives past ages o'er : Here noble Surrey felt the sacred rage, Or wandering thoughtful on the silent wood, Surrey, the Granville of a former age : Attends the duties of the wise and good, 250 Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance, T'observe a mean, be to himself a friend, Bold in the lifts, and graceful in the dance: To follow nature, and regard his end;
In the same shades the Cupids tun'd his lyre, Or looks on heaven with more than mortal eyes, To the samie notes, of love, and soft desire: Bids his free soul expatiate in the kies,
Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow, Amid her kindred stars familiar roam,
Then fill'd the groves, as heavenly Mira now. Survey the region, and confess her home!
Oh wouldt thou fing what heroes Windsor Such was the life great Scipio once admir'd,
bore, Thus Atticus and Trumbull thus retir'd.
What king first breath'd upon her winding Ye sacred nine! that all my soul pofless,
300 Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions bless, 260 Or raise old warriors, whose ador'd remains Bear me, oh bear me to fequefter'd scenes, In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains ! The bowery mazes, and surrounding greens; With Edward's acts adorn the shining page, To Thames's banks which fragrant breezes fill, Stretch his long triumphs down through every age; Or where the muses sport on Cooper's Hill Draw monarchs chain'd, and Cresl's glorious field, (On Coopers Hill eternal wreaths shall grow, The lilies blazing on the regal Thield : While latts the mountain, or while Thames hall | Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall, flow):
And leave inanimate the naked wall, I seem through consecrated walks to rove, Still in thy song should vanquish'd France appear, I hear foft music die along the grove :
And bleed for ever under Britain's fpcar. 310 Led by the sound, I roam from fhade to shade,
Let softer Itrains ill-fated Henry mourn, By god-like poets venerable made :
270 And palms eternal flourish round his urn. Here his first lays majestic Denham sung ; Here o'er the martyr-king the marble weeps, There the last numbers flow'd from Cowley's And, fatt behind him, once-fear'd Edward sleeps :
tongue. O carly loit! what tears the river shed, When the sad pomp along his banks was led !
What fighs, what murmurs, fillid the vocal shore !
Ver. 290. her silver star.) All the lines that fol.
Ver. 307. Originally thus in the MS. When brass decays, when trophies lie o'erthrown, And mouldering into daft drops the proud tans.
Whom out th' extended Albion could contain, Then bow'd, and spoke; the winds forget to roar,
Make sacred Charles's comb for ever known Though Tiber's streams immortal Rome behold, (Obscure the place, and voinscrib’d the stone); 320 Though soaming Hermus swells with tides of gold, Oh fad accurs'd! what tears has Albion shed ! From heaven itself the seven-fold Nilas flows, Havens, what new wounds! and how her old And harvests on a hundred realms bestows; 36% have bled!
These now no more shall be the muses' themes, She saw ber fons with purple deaths expire, Lost in my same, as in the sea their streams. Her sacred domes involv'd in rolling fire,
Let Volga's banks with iron squadrons shinc, A dreadful series of intestine wars,
And groves of lances glitter on the Rhine ; Inglorious triumphs, and dishonest scars.
Let barbarous Ganges arm a servile train :
In that blest moment from his oozy bed Red Iber's lands, or Ister's foaming flood :
The trumpet sleep, while cheerful horno are blown,
Once more to bend before a British queen. The golfy Lee his sedgy tresses rears;
Thy trees, fair Windsor! now shall leave their And fullen Mole, that hides his diving flood;
High in the midft, upon his urn reclin’d, Bear Britain's thunder, and her cross display,
Or under southern skies exalt their fajls, 391
The coral redden, and the ruby glow,
The time shall come, when free as seas or wind Since that dire morn, what tears has Albion fhed : Unbounded Thames shall flow for all mankind, Gods what new wounds, &c.
Whole nations enter with each swelling tide,
And feas but join the regions they divide; 400 Ver. 327. Thus in the MS. Till Anna role, and bade the furies cease; Let there be peace-lhe faid, and all was peace. Between verse 330 and 331, originally stood these Ver. 363. Originally thus in the MS.
Let Venice boast her towers amidst the main,
Where the rough Adrian swells and roars in vain: From shore to shore exulting Mouts he heard, Here not a town, but spacious realm shall have O'er all his banks a lambient light appear'd;
A sure foundation on the rolling wave. With Sparkling flames heaven's glowing concave
Ver. 385, &c. were originally thus in the MS. Fi&itious ftars, and glories not her own.
Now shall our fleets the bloody cross display He saw, and gently rose above the stream; To the rich regions of the rising day, His shining horns diffuse a golden gleam : Or those green ifles, whore headlong Titan sceps With peari and gold his towery front was drest,
His hilling axle in th’Atlantic deeps : The tributes of the distant east and weft.
Tempe icy seas, &c.