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I RURAL ELEGANCE: An ODE to the late Duchess of Somerset.
By WILLIAM SHENSTONE, Esq;
W And dew-drops catch the lucid ray;
Will aught the Muse inspire ?
That drowns the sacred lyre !
Some panting, timorous hare pursue ; ;
Say, does the smoothe her lawns for you?
The wretched fwain your sport survey;
He finds his labour'd crops a prey;
Haply beneath your ravage bleed,
That Nature smiles for you alone ;
The proud, the selfish boast disown:
Nor ever the defenceless train
Does the mère landscape feast your eye?
Far other cause of glee supply ?