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Here in full light the russet plains extend;
There wrapt in clouds the bluish hills ascend.
Ev’n the wild heath displays her purple dyes,

And 'midst the desart fruitful fields arise,
That crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn,
Like verdant isles the fable waste adorn.
Let India boast her plants, nor envy we
The weeping amber, or the balmy tree,

30 While by our oaks the precious loads are born, And realms commanded which those trees adorn. Not proud Olympus yields a nobler fight, Tho' Gods afsembled grace his tow'ring height, Than what more humble mountains offer here, 35 Where, in their blessings, all those Gods appear. See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd, Here blushing Flora paints th’enameld ground, Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect ftand, And nodding tempt the joyjul reaper's hand; 40 Rich Industry fits siniling on the plains, And peace and plenty tell a Stuart reigns. . Not thus the land appear'd in ages paft, A dreary desart and a gloomy waste, To favage beasts and * savage laws a prey,

45 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 flaves.) 50 What could be free, when lawless beasts obey’d, And ev’n the elements a tyrant sway'd ? In vain kind seasons fwell'd the teeming grain, Soft show’rs diftill'd, and suns grew warın in vain; The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields, 55 And familh'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields. What wonder then, a beast or subject slain Were equal crimes in a defpotic reign ?

* The Forest Laws.



Both doom'd alike, for sportive tyrants hled,
But while the subje& ftarv'd, the beast was fed. 60
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chace began,
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man:
Qur haughty Norman boasts that barb'rous name,
And makes his trembling flaves the royal game.
The* fields are ravilh'd from th' industrious swains, 65
From men their cities, and from Gods their fanes :
The leveli'd towns with weeds lie 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;
The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires,
And savage howlings fill the sacred quires.
Aw'd hy his Nobles, by his Commons curit,
Th’Oppressor ruld tyrannic where he durft,
Stretch'd o'er the Poor and Church his iron rod, 75
And sery'd alike his Vassals and his God.
Whom ev'n the Saxon spar'd, and bloody Dane,
The wanton victims of his sport remain,
But see, the man who spacious regions gave
A wafte for beasts, himself deny'd a grave !

86 Stretch'd on the lawn, his f second hope survey,

At once the chaser, and at once the prey :
Lo Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart,
Bleeds in the foreft, like a wounded hart.
Succeeding Monarchs heard the subjects cries,
Nor saw displeas'd the peaceful cottage rise.
Then gath'ring flocks on unknown mountains fed,
O’er sandy wilds were yellow harvests spread,
The forests wonder'd at th’unusual grain,
And secret transport touch'd the conscious swain.

90 Fair Liberty, Britannia's Goddess, rears Her chearful head, and leads the golden years.

Ye vig'rous swains! while youth ferments your blood, And

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Aliuding to the New Forest, and the tyrannies exercise there by Wil. Siam the First. + William Rufus, fecond son of Willia:n the Conqueror.


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Now range the hills, the thickest woods beset,

Wind the shrill horn, or spread the waving net.
When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds,
And in the new-shorn 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 close 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 small things we may with great compare) 105
When Albion sends her eager sons to war,
Some thoughtless town, with ease and plenty bleft,
Near, and more near, the closing lines invest;
Sudden they seize th’amaz’d, defenceless prize,
And high in air Britannia's standard flies.

See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings :
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
Ah! what avail his glofly, varying dyes,

His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes,
The vivid green his shining plumes unfold,
His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?

Nor yet, when moift Arcturus clouds the sky,
The woods and fields their pleasing toils deny.
Ta plains with well-breath'd beagles we repair,
And trace the mazes of the circling hare :
(Beasts, urg'd by us, their fellow-beasts pursue,
And learn of man each other to undo.)
With flaught'ring guns th'unweary'd fowler roves, 125
When frosts have whiten'd all the naked groves;
Where droves in flocks the leafless trees o'ershade,
And lonely woodcocks haunt the wat'ry glade.
He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye;
Strait a short thunder breaks the frozen fky: 130
Oft', as in airy rings they skim the heath,
The clam'rous plovers feel the leaden death :




Oft', as the mounting larks their notes prepare,
They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

In genial spring, beneath the quiv'ring shade, 135
Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead,
The patient fisher takes his filent stand,
Intent, his angle trembling in his hand;
With looks unmov’d, he hopes the scaly breed,
And eyes the dancing cork, and bending reed. 140
Our plenteous streams a various race supply,
The bright-ey'd perch with fins of Tyrian dye,
The filver eel, in shining volumes rollid,
The yellow carp, in scales bedrop'd with gold,
Swift trouts, diversify'd with crimson stains, 145
And pykes, the tyrants of the watry plains.

Now Cancer glows with Phoebus' fiery car; The youth rush eager to the sylvan war, Swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround, Rouze the fleet hart, and chear the opening hound. 150 Th’impatient courser pants in ev'ry vein, And pawing, seems to beat the distant plain; Hills, vales, and floods appear already cross’d, And ere he starts, a thousand steps are loft. See! the bold youth strain up the threat’ning steep, 155 Rush thro' the thickets, down the valleys sweep, Hang o'er their coursers heads with eager speed, And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed. Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain, Th’immortal huntress, and her virgin train; 160 Nor envy, Windsor! since thy shades have seen As bright a Goddess, and as chaste a Queen; Whose care, like hers, protects the sylvan reign, The Earth's fair light, and Empress of the main.

Here, as old bards have sung, Diana stray'd, 165
Bath'd in the springs, or fought the cooling shade;
Here arm'd with silver bows, in early dawn,
Her buskin'd Virgins trac'd the dewy lawn.

Above the rest a rural nymph was fam'd,
Thy offspring, Thames! the fair Lodona nam’d;

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(Lodona's fate, in long oblivion cast,
The Muse fhall fing, and what she sings shall last.)
Scarce could the Goddess from her nymph be known,
But by the crescent and the golden zone.
She scorn'd the praise of beauty, and the care, 175
A belt her waist, a fillet binds her hair,
A painted quiver on her fhoulder forunds,
And with her dart the flying deer the wounds.
It chanc'd, as eager of the chace, the maid
Beyond the forest's verdant limits stray'd,

Pan saw and lov’d, and burning with desire
Pursu'd her flight, her flight increas'd bis fire.'
Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky;
Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves,

When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves;
As from the God she flew with furious pace,
Or as the God, more furious, urg'd the chace.
Now fainting, sinking, pale, the nymph appears ;
Now close behind, his founding steps the hears; 190
And now his shadow reach'd her as she run,
His shadow lengthen’d by the setting fun;
And now his shorter breath, with sultry air,
Pants on her neck, and fans her parting hair.
In vain on father Thaines she call'd for aid

Nor could Diana help her injur'd maid.
Faint, breathless, thus the pray’d, nor pray'd in vain ;
“ Ah Cynthia ! ah-tho’ banish'd from thy train,

’ “Let me, O let me, to the shades repair, My native fhades—there weep, and murmur the She faid, and melting as in tears the lay, In a soft, filver strcarn diffolv'd away. The silver stream her virgin coldnels keeps, For ever murmurs, and for ever wecps ; Still bears the * name the haplefs virgin bore, 205 And bathes the foreft where fhe rang d before.

The sixcr Loddoe.


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