Let the proud Soldan wound th' Arcadian groves, Tell not of realms by ruthlefs war dismay'd; As hapless realms that war's oppreffion feel! In vain may AUSTRIA boaft her Noric blade, If AUSTRIA bleed beneath her boafted fteel. Beneath her palm IDUME vents her moan; Raptur'd fhe once beheld its friendly fhade! No crefcent here difplays its baneful horns; No turban'd hoft the voice of truth reproves; Learning's free fource the fage's breast adorns, And poets, not inglorious, chaunt their loves. Boaft, favour'd MEDIA, boaft thy flow'ry ftores 'Tis the rich beauties of BRITANNIA's mind. While GREENVILLE's breast cou'dvirtue's ftores afford, * Written about the time of captain GREENVILLE's death. VOL. I. E Thee Thee GREENVILLE, thee with calmeft courage fraught, Prefumptuous war, which could thy life destroy, Bid me no more a fervile realm compare, No more the mufe of partial praise arraign; + The Penns a family settled at Star= - Sorough in Worcestershires : of this Fa= mily was Mr Shenstone's Mother ELEGY In memory of a * private family in WORCESTERSHIRE. ROM a lone tow'r with rev'rend ivy crown'd, FR The pealing bell awak'd a tender figh; Still, as the village caught the waving found, A fwelling tear diftream'd from ev'ry eye. So droop'd, I ween, each BRITON's breast of old, Our hope, they cry'd, our kind fupport, is dead! 'Twas good PALEMON-near a shaded pool, A few small fpires, to Gothic fancy fair, Amid the fhades emerging, ftruck the view; 'Twas here his youth refpir'd its earliest air; 'Twas here his age breath'd out its laft adieu. The penns A of HARBOROUGH; a place whofe name in the SAXON language, alludes to an arm And there is a tradition mistake that there was a battle fought, on the Downs adjoining, betwixt the BRITONS and the ROMANS. One favour'd fon engag'd his tendereft care; But whilft gay transport in his face appears, O'er the pale corfe we faw him gently bend; Snatch'd in thy prime! alas the ftroke were mild, Five fleepless nights he ftem'd this tide of woes; From yonder dome the mournful bier was borne. "Twas on thofe * downs, by Roman hosts annoy'd, Fought our bold fathers; ruftic, unrefin'd! Freedom's plain fons, in martial cares employ'd! They ting'd their bodies, but unmafk'd their mind. HARBOROUGH Downs. 'Twas 'Twas there, in happier times, this virtuous race, Of milder merit, fix'd their calm retreat; War's deadly crimson had forfook the place, And freedom fondly lov'd the chosen seat. No wild ambition fir'd their tranquil breaft, To fwell with empty founds a spotless name; If foft'ring fkies, the fun, the fhow'r were bleft, Their bounty spread; their field's extent the fame. Those fields, profuse of raiment, food, and fire, None, to a virgin's mind, prefer'd her dow'r; They spoke of fortune, as fome doubtful dame, Here youth's free fpirit, innocently gay, Enjoy'd the most that innocence can give; Thofe wholesome sweets, that border virtue's way; Thofe cooling fruits, that we may tafte and live. E 3 Their |