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Beneath the British cak's majestic shade,

Shall fee fair truth, immortal maidi,
Friendship in artless guise array'd,

Honour, and moral beauty shine
With more attractivecharms, with radiance more divine.

Yes, here alone did highest heav'n ordain

The lasting magazine of charms,
Whatever wins, whatever warms
Whatever fancy seeks to share,
The great, the various, and the fair,

For ever should remain !

Her impulse nothing may restrain-
Or whence the joy ’mid columns, tow'rs,

'Midst all the city's artful trim,
To rear fome breathless vapid flow'rs,

Or shrubs fuliginously grim :
From rooms of filken foliage vain,
To trace the dun far distant grove,
Where smit with undissembled pain,

The wood-lark mourns her absent love,
Borne to the dusty town from native air,
To mimic rural life, and soothe fome vapour'd fair,

But how must faithless art prevail,
Should all who taste our joy sincere,
To virtue, truth or science dear,
Forego a court's alluring pale,


For dimpled brook and leafy grove,
For that rich luxury of thought they love !
Ah no, from these the public sphere requires

Example for its giddy bands;

From these impartial heav'n demands To spread the fame itself inspires ;

To sift opinion's mingled mass, Impress a nation's taste, and bid the sterling pass.

Happy, thrice happy they,
Whose graceful deeds have exemplary shone
Round the gay precincts of a throne,

With mild effective beams!
Who bands of fair ideas bring,
By solemn grott, or shady spring,

To join their pleasing dreams !
Theirs is the rural bliss without alloy,

They only that deferve, enjoy.
What tho' nor fabled dryad haunt their grove,

Nor naiad near their fountains rove,
Yet all embody'd to the mental sight,

A train of smiling virtues bright
Shall there the wise retreat allow,

[brow. Shall twine triumphant palms to deck the wanderer's

And though by faithless friends alarm’d,
Art have with nature wag'd presumptuous war ;

By Seymour's winning influence charm’d,
In whom their gifts united shine,
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No longer shall their counsels jar.
'Tis hers to mediate the peace :

Near Percy-lodge, with awe-struck mien,
The rebel seeks her lawful

And havock and contention cease.

I see the rival pow'rs combine,

And aid each other's fair design;
Nature exalt the mound where art shall build ;
Art shape the gay alcove, while nature paints the field.

Begin, ye fongsters of the

grove !
O warble forth your noblest lay ;
Where SOMERSET vouchsafes to rove
Ye leverets freely sport and play.

-Peace to the strepent horn!
Let no harsh diffonance disturb the morn,

No founds inelegant and rude
Her sacred solitudes profane !
Unless her candour not exclude

The lowly shepherd's votive strain,
Who tunes his reed amidst his rural chear,
Fearful, yet not averse, that Somerset should hear.

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OD E to MEMORY. 1748.

O Memory! celestial maid !

! celestial maid !
Who glean'st the Aow'rets cropt by time;
And, suffering not a leaf to fade,

Preserv'st the blossoms of our prime ;
Bring, bring those moments to my mind
When life was new, and Lesbia kind,

And bring that garland to my sight,

With which my favour'd crook she bound;
And bring that wreath of 'roses bright

Which then my festive temples crown’d,
And to my raptur'd ear convey
The gentle things lhe deign'd to say.

And sketch with care the muse's bow'r,

Where Isis rolls her silver tide,

omit one reed or flow'r
That shines on CHERWELL's verdant sides
If so thou may'st those hours prolong,
When polish'd Lycon join’d my song,

*Jipposed to be

ittr Graver. The song it 'vails not to recite

But sure, to soothe our youthful dreams,
Those banks and streams appear'd more bright

Than other banks, than other streams :
Kits Name.of Pereyatige had been onders?
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Or by thy softening pencil shewn,
Assume they beauties not their own ?

And paint that sweetly vacant scene,

When, all beneath the poplar bough, My spirits light, my soul serene,

I breath'd in verse one cordial vow; That nothing should my

soul infpire, But friendship warm, and love entire.

Dull to the sense of new delight,

On thee the drooping muse attends ; As some fond lover, robb’d of sight,

On thy expressive pow'r depends ; Nor would exchange thy glowing lines, To live the lord of all that shines,

But let me chase those vows away

Which at ambition's shrine I made; Nor ever let thy skill display

Those anxious moments, ill repaid : Oh! from my breast that season rase, And bring my childhood in its place.

Bring me the bells, the rattle bring,

And bring the hobby I bestrode; When pleas’d, in many a sportive ring,

Around the room I jovial rode: Ev'n let me bid my lyre adieu, And bring the whistle that I blew.


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