And, from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; [stole, Through glades and glooms the mingled measure Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away. But O! how alter'd was its sprightlier toue When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an aspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known. The oak-crown'd Sisters, and their chaste-eyed Satyrs and Sylvan Boys, were seen Peeping from forth their alleys green: Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear; [Queen, [spear. And Sport leap'd up, and seized his beechen Last came Joy's ecstatic trial: He, with viny crown advancing, First to the lively pipe his hand address'd: To some unwearied minstrel dancing; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings. O Music! sphere-descended maid, ON THE DEATH OF MR. THOMSON. THE SCENE OF THE FOLLOWING STANZAS IS SUPPOSED TO LIE ON THE THAMES, NEAR RICHMOND. IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its Poet's silvan grave! I In yon deep bed of whispering reeds Then maids and youths shall linger here; To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell. Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore, When Thames in summer wreaths is dress'd; And oft suspend the dashing oar, To bid his gentle spirit rest! And, oft as ease and health retire But thou who own'st that earthly bed, 1 The harp of Æolus, of which see a description in the Castle of Indolence. 2 Richmond Church, in which Thomson was buried. Yet lives there one whose heedless eye But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide And see, the fairy valleys fade; Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view! The genial meads 3, assign'd to bless Long, long, thy stone and pointed clay 4 3 Mr. Thomson resided in the neighbourhood of Richmond some time before his death, at a villa in Kew-lane. 4 This can only be regarded as a poetical presage; for the 'poet's silvan grave,' was undistinguished by any exterior token till the year 1791, when a brass tablet was erected near the remains of the bard, to denote the place of his interment. SONG. THE SENTIMENTS BORROWED FROM SHAKSPEARE. YOUNG Damon of the vale is dead, Ye lowly hamlets, moan: A dewy turf lies o'er his head, And at his feet a stone. His shroud, which Death's cold damps destroy, In earth for ever laid. Pale pansies o'er his corpse were placed, But will he ne'er return, whose tongue Could tune the rural lay? Ah, no! his bell of peace is His lips are cold as clay. rung, They bore him out at twilight hour, Each maid was woe-but Lucy chief, |