With foliage of fuch dark redundant growth,
I call'd the low-roof'd lodge the peafant's nest. And, hidden as it is, and far remote From fuch unpleafing founds as haunt the ear In village or in town, the bay of curs Inceffant, clinking hammers, grinding wheels, And infants clam'rous whether pleas'd or pain'd, Oft have I wish'd.the peaceful covert mine. Here, I have faid, at least I fhould poffefs The poet's treasure, filence, and indulge The dreams of fancy, tranquil and fecure. Vain thought! the dweller in that still retreat Dearly obtains the refuge it affords.
Its elevated fcite forbids the wretch
To drink fweet waters of the crystal well; He dips his bowl into the weedy ditch,
And, heavy-laden, brings his bev'rage home, Far fetch'd and little worth; nor feldom waits, Dependant on the baker's punctual call,
To hear his creaking panniers at the door,
Angry and fad, and his last cruft confum'd.
So farewell envy of the peafant's neft! If folitude make fcant the means of life, Society for me!-thou feeming fweet, Be ftill a pleasing object in my view; My vifit ftill, but never mine abode.
Not diftant far, a length of colonnade Monument of ancient tafte,
Now fcorn'd, but worthy of a better fate. Our fathers knew the value of a screen
From fultry funs; and, in their shaded walks And long-protracted bow'rs, enjoy'd at noon The gloom and coolness of declining day. We bear our shades about us; felf-depriv'd Of other screen, the thin umbrella spread, And range an Indian wafte without a tree.
Thanks to Benevolus-he fpares me yet
* John Courtney Throckmorton, Efq. of Wefton Underwood.
Thefe chefnuts rang'd in correfponding lines; And, though himself fo polifh'd, ftill reprieves The obfolete prolixity of fhade.
Defcending now (but cautious, left too fast) A fudden steep, upon a ruftic bridge We pass a gulph, in which the willows dip Their pendent boughs, ftooping as if to drink. Hence, ancle-deep in mofs and flow'ry thyme, We mount again, and feel at ev'ry step
Our foot half funk in hillocks green and soft, Rais'd by the mole, the miner of the foil. He, not unlike the great ones of mankind, Disfigures earth; and, plotting in the dark, Toils much to earn a monumental pile, That may record the mischiefs he has done.
The fummit gain'd, behold the proud alcove That crowns it! yet not all its pride fecures The grand retreat from injuries imprefs'd
By rural carvers, who with knives deface
The pannels, leaving an obscure, rude name, In characters uncouth, and fpelt amifs.
So ftrong the zeal t' immortalize himself
Beats in the breast of man, that evʼn a few Few tranfient years, won from th' abyss abhorr'd Of blank oblivion, feem a glorious prize,
And even to a clown. Now roves the eye; And, posted on this fpeculative height,
Exults in its command. The fheep-fold here Pours out its fleecy tenants o'er the glebe. At first, progreffive as a ftream, they feek The middle field; but, fcatter'd by degrees,
Each to his choice, foon whiten all the land. There, from the fun-burnt hay-field, homeward creeps
The loaded wain; while, lighten'd of its charge, The wain that meets it paffes swiftly by;
The boorish driver leaning o'er his team Vocif'rous, and impatient of delay.
Nor lefs attractive is the woodland fcene,
Diversified with trees of ev'ry growth,
Alike, yet various. Here the gray smooth trunks
Of afh, or lime, or beech, diftinctly shine, Within the twilight of their distant shades; There, loft behind a rifing ground, the wood Seems funk, and fhorten'd to its topmoft boughs. No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar; paler fome, And of a wannish gray; the willow fuch, And poplar, that with filver lines his leaf, And afh far-ftretching his umbrageous arm; Of deeper green the elm; and deeper ftill, Lord of the woods, the long-furviving oak. Some gloffy-leav'd, and fhining in the fun, The maple, and the beech of oily nuts Prolific, and the lime at dewy eve
Diffufing odours: nor unnoted pafs
The fycamore, capricious in attire,
Now green, now tawny, and, ere autumn yet
Have chang'd the woods, in fcarlet honours bright.
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