While, ever and anon, there falls

Grass and flowers Quiet treads, Huge heaps of hoary moulder'd walls.

On the ineads, and mountain-heads, Yet Time has seen, that lifts the low,

Along with Pleasure, close ally'd, And level lays the lofty brow,

Ever by each other's side: Has seen this broken pile complete,

And often, by the murmuring rill, Big with the vanity of state ;

Hears the thrush, while all is still,
But transient is the smile of Fate !

Within the groves of Grongar Hill,
A little rule, a little sway,
A sun-beam in a winter's day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave,
And see the rivers how they run,

THE RUINS OF ROME,
Through woods and meads, in shade and sun,
Sometimes swift, sometimes slow,
Wave succeeding wave they go

Aspice murorum moles, præruptaque saxa,
A various journey to the deep,

Obrutaque horrenti vesta theatra situ: Like human life, to endless sleep!

Hæc sunt Roma. Viden’ velut ipsa cadavera tantæ Thus is Nature's vesture wrought,

Urbis adhuc spirent imperiosa minas?

JANUS VITALIS. To instruct our wandering thought; Thus she dresses green and gay, To disperse our cares away.

Enough of Grongar, and the shady dales Ever charming, ever new,

Of winding Towy: Merlin's fabled haunt When will the landscape tire the view !

I sing inglorious. Now the love of arts, The fountain's fall, the river's flow,

And what in metal or in stone remains The woody valleys, warm and low;

Of proud antiquity, through various realms The windy summit, wild and high,

And various languages and ages fam'd, Rougbly rushing on the sky!

Bears me remote, o'er Gallia's woody bounds, The pleasant seat, the ruin’d tower,

O'er the cloud-piercing Alps remote; beyond The naked rock, the shady bower;

The vale of Arno purpled with the vine, The town and village, dome and farm,

Beyond the Umbrian and Etruscan bills, Each give each a double charm,

To Latium's wide champain, forlorn and waste,

Where yellow Tiber his neglected wave
As pearls upon an Ethiop's arm.
See on the mountain's southern side,

Mournfully rolls. Yet once again, my Muse, Where the prospect opens wide,

Yet once again, and soar a loftier flight; Where the evening gilds the tide;

Lo the resistless theme, imperial Rome. How close and small the hedges lie!

Fall’n, fall’n, a silent heap; her heroes all

Sunk in their urns; bebold the pride of pomp, What streaks of meadows cross the eye!

The throne of nations fall’n ; obscur'd in dust; A step methinks may pass the stream, So little distant dangers seem;

E’en yet majestical : the solemn scene

Elates the soul, while now the rising Sun So we mistake the Future's face,

Flames on the ruins in the purer air Ey'd through Hope's deluding glass;

Towering aloft, upon the glittering plain, As yon summits soft and fair,

Like broken rocks, a vast circumference: Clad in colours of the air,

Rent palaces, crush'd columns, rifled moles, Which to those who journey near,

Fanes roll'd on fanes, and tombs on buried toinban Barren, brown, and rough appear;

Decp lies in dust the Theban obelisk Still we tread the same coarse way,

Immense along the waste; minuter art, The present 's still a cloudy day.

Gliconian forins, or Phidian subtly fair, O may I with myself agree,

O'erwhelming; as th' immense Leviathan And never covet what I see;

The finny brood, when near lerne's shore Content me with an humble shade,

Out-stretch'd, unwieldy, his island length appears My passions tam’d, my wishes laid;

Above the foamy flood. Globose and huge, For, while our wishes wildly roll,

Gray-mouldering temples swell, and wide o'ercast We banish quiet from the soul:

The solitary landscape, hills and woods, "T is thus the busy beat the air,

And boundless wilds; wbile the vine-mantled brows And misers gather wealth and care.

The pendent goats unrcil, regardless they Now, even now, my joys run high,

Of hourly peril, though the clifted domes As on the mountain-turf I lie;

Treinble to every wind. The pilgrim oft While the wanton Zephyr sings,

At dead of night, ’mid his oraison hears And in the vale perfumes his wings;

Aghast the voice of Time, disparting towers, While the waters murmur deep;

Tumbling ali precipitate dou n-dash'd, While the shepherd charms his sheep;

Rattling around, loud thundering to the Moon; While the birds unbounded ily,

While inurmurs soothe each awful interval And with music fill the sky,

Of ever-falling waters; shrouded Nile', Now, e'en now, my joys run high.

Eridanus, and Tiber with his twins, Be full, ye courts; be great who will;

And palmy Euphrates; they with dropping locks Search for Peace with all your skill:

Hang o'er their urns, and mournfully among Open wide the lofty door,

The plaintive-echoing ruins pour their streams. Seek her on the marble floor. In vain you search, she is not there;

Yet here, adventurous in the sacred search In fearful expectation of the strife, Of ancient arts, the delicate of mind,

And youthful Roue intent: the kindred foes Curious and mudest, from all olimes resort. Fall on each other's neck in silent tears; Grateful society! with these I raise

In sorrowful benevolence embracem The toilsome step up the proud Palatin,

Howe'er, they soon unsheath the flashing sword, Through spiry cypress groves, and towering pine, Their country calls to arins ;-now all in vain Waring aloft v'er the big ruin's brows,

The mother clasps the knee, and e'en the fair On nume ous arches rear'd; and frequent stoppid, Now weeps in vain; their country calls to arms. The sunk groupd siartles me with dreadful chasin, Such virtue Clelia, Cocles. Manlius, ruus'd: Breathing forth darkness from the vast profound Sach were the Fabii, Deçii; so inspir'd, Of aisles and halls, within the mountain's womb. The Scipios battled, and the Gracchi spoke : Nor these the nether works; all these beneath, So rose the Roman state. Me now, of these And all beneath the yales and hills around, Deep musing, high ambitious thoughts inflame Extend the cavern'd sewers, massy, firin,

Greatly to serve my country, distant land, As the Sibyllige grut beside the dead

And build me virtuous fame; nor shall the dust Lake of Avernus; such the sewers huge,

Of these fall’n piles with show of sad decay
Whither the great Tarquinian genius dooms

Avert the good resolve, mean argument,
Fach wave impure; and proud with added rains, The fate alone of matter. Now the brow
Hark how the mighty billows lash their vaults, We gain enraptur'd; beauteously distinct 3
And thunder; how they heave their rocks in vain! The numerous porticos and domes upswell,
Though now incessant time has rolld around With obelisks and columns interpos'd,
A thousand winters o'er the changeful world, And pine, and fir, and oak: su fair a scene
And yet a thousand since, th' indignant flouds Sees not the dervise from the spiral tomb
Roar loud in their firm bounds, and dasb and swell, Of ancient Chammos, while his eye beholds
In vain ; convey'd to Tiber's lowest wave,

Proud Memphis' reliques o'er th' Egyptian plain :
Hence over airy plains, by crystal founts, Nor hoary hermit froin Hymettus' brow,
That weave their glittering waves with tunefullapse, Though graceful Athens in the vale beneath.
Among the sleeky pebbles, agate clear,

Along the windings of the Muse's stream, Cerulean ophite, and the flowery vein,

Lucid Ilyssus weeps her silent schools, Of orient jasper, pleas'd I move along,

And groves, unvisited by bard or sage. And vases boss'd, and huge inscriptive stones,

Amid the towery ruins, huge, supreme, And intermingling vines; and figkır'd nymphs, Th’ enormous amphitheatre behold, Floras and Chloes of delicious mould,

Mountainous pile! O'er whose capacious womb Cheering the darkness; and deep empty tombs, Pours the broad firinament its varied light; And dells, and mouldering shrines, with old decay. While from the central floor the seats ascend Rustic and green, and wide-embowering shades, Round above round, slow-widening to the verge Shot from the crooked clefts of nodding towers. A circuit vast and high ; nor less had held A solemn wilderness ! with errour sweet,

Imperial Rome, and her attendant realms, I wind the lingering step, where'er the path When drunk with rule she will’d the fierce delight, Mazy conducts me, which the vulgar foot And op'd the gloomy caverns, whence out-rush'd Ver sculptures maiin'd has made; Anubis, Sphinx, Before th' innumerable shouting crowd Idols of antique guise, and horned Pan,

The fiery, madded, tyrants of the wilds, Terrific, monstrous shapes ! preposterous gods Lions and tigers, wolves and elephants, Of Fear and Ignorance, by the sculptor's hand And desperate men, more fell. Abhorr'd intent! Hewn into form, and worshipp'd; as e'en now By frequent converse with familiar death, Blindly they worship at their breathless mouths 2 To kindle brutal daring apt for war; In varied appellations: men to these

To lock the breast, and steel th’obdurate heart (From depth to depth in darkening errour fall’n) Amid the piercing cries of sore distress At length ascrib'd th' inapplicable name.

Impenetrable.- But away thine eye; How doth it please and fill the memory

Behold yon steepy cliff; the modern pile With deeds of brave renown, while on each hand Perchance may now delight, while that, rever'd ! Historic urns and breathing statués rise,

In ancient days, the page alone declares, And speaking busts ! Sweet Scipio, Marius stern, Or narrow coin through din cerulean rust. Pompey superb, the spirit-stirring form

The fane was Jove's, its spacious golden roof, Of Cæsar raptur'd with the charm of rule ,,$T O'er thick-surrounding temples beaming wide, And boundless fame; impatient for exploits, Appear'd, as when above the morning bills His eager eyes upeast, be soars, in thought so od Half the round Sum ascends; and tower'd aloft, Above all height: and his owo Brutus see, + Sustain'd by columns huge, innumerous Desponding Brutus, dubious of the right,

As cedars,proud on Canaan's verdant heights In evil days, of faith, of public weal,

Darkening their idols, when Astarte lur'd Solicitous and sada. Thy next regard

Too-prosperous Israel from bis living strength. Be Tully's graceful attitude; unprais'd,

And next regard yon venerable doine,
His outstretch'd arm he waves, in act to speak Which virtuous Latium, with erroneous aim,
Before the silent masters of the world,

Rais'd to her various deities, and nam'd
And Eloqnenee arrays him. There behold, Pantheon ; plain and round; of this var world
Prepar'd for combat in the front of war,

Majestic emblem; with peculiar grace The pious brothers; jealous Alba stands

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3 From the Palatin hill one sees most of the soSeveral statues of the Pagan gods have been markable antiquities. converted into images of saints.

4 The Capitol. VOL. XIII.

Before its ample orb, projected stands

In days of dearth where tender Charity The many-pillard portal: noblest work

Dispens'd her timely succours to the poor. Of human skill: here, curious architect,

Thine too those musically falling founts, If thou essay'st, ambitious, to surpass

To slake the clammv lip; aduwn they fall,
Palladius, Angelus, or British Jones,

Musical ever; while from yon blue bills,
On these fair walls extend the certain scale, Dim in the clouds, the radiant aqueducts
And turn th' instructive compass : careful mark Turn their innuinerable arches o'er
* How far in hidden ait, the noble plain

The spacions desert, brightening in the Sun, Extends, and where the lovely forms commence Proud and more proud in their august approach : Of flowing sculpture : nor neglect to note

High o'er irriguous vales and woods and towns, How range the taper columns, and what weight Glide the soft whispering waters in the wind, Their leafy brows sustain: fair Corinth first And here united pour their silver streams Boasted their order, which Callimachus

Among the ligurd rocks, in murmuring falls, (Reclining studious on Asopus' banks

Musical erer. These thy beauteous works : Beneath an urn of some lamented nymph)

And what beside felicity could tell Haply compos'd; the urn with foliage curl'd Of human benefit: more late tse rest; Thinly conceal'd, the chapiter inform'd.

At various times their turrets chanc'd to rise, See the tall obelisks froin Memphis old,

When impious Tyranny vouchsaf'd to smile. One stone enormous each, or Thebes convey'd ; Behold by Tibèr's flood, where modern Rome Like Albion's spires they rush into the skies. Couches beneath the rnins: there of old And there the temple, a here the summond state 5 With arms and trophies gleam'd the field of Mars : In deep of night conven'd: e'en yet methinks There to their daily sports the noble youth The vehement orator in rent attire

Rush'd emulous; to fling the pointed lance; Persuasion pours, Ambition sinks her crest; To vault the steed; or with the kindling wheel And lo the villain, like a troubled sea,

In dusty whirlwinds sweep the trenbling goal; That tosses up her mire! Ever disguised,

Or, wrestling, cope with adverse swelling breasts, Shall Treason walk ? shall proud Oppression yoke Strong grappling arms, close heads, and distant feet; The neck of Virtue? Lo the wretch, abash’d, Or clash the lifted gauntlets : there they form'd Self-betray'd Catiline! O Liberty,

Their ardent virtues: in the bossy piles, Parent of Happiness, celestial-born;

The proud triumphal arches; all their wars, When the first man became a living soul,

Their conquests, honours, in the sculptures live. His sacred genius thou ;-be Britaju's care; And see from every gate those ancient roads, With her, secure, prolong thy lov'd retreat; With tombs high verg'd, the solemna paths of Fame: Thence bless mankind; while yet among her sons, Deserve they not regard? O'er whose broad flints E’en yet there are, to shield thine equal laws, Such crowds have roll'd, so many storms of war; Whose bosoms kindle at the sacred names

So many pomps; so many wondering realms : Of Cecil, Raleigh, Walsingham, and Drake. Yet still through mountains piered, o'er valleys May others more delight in tunefui airs;

In even state, tu distant seas around, (rais'd, In masque and dance excel; to sculptur'd stone They stretch their pavements. Lo, the faneof Peace, Give with superior skill the living look ;

Buil: by that prince, who to the trust of power More pompous piles erect, or pencil soft

Was honest*, the delight of human-kind. With warmer touch the visionary board:

Three nodding aisles remain; the rest a heap But thou, thy nobler Britons teach to rule; Of sand and weeds; her shrines, her radiant roofs, To check the ravage of tyrannic sway;

And column3 proud, that from her spacious floor, To quell the proud ; to spread the joys of peace, As from a shining sea, majestic rose And various blessings of ingenious trade.

A hundred foot oft, like stately beech Be these our arts; and ever may we guard, Around the brim of Dion's glassy lake, Ever defend thee with undaunted heart !

Charming the mimic painter: on the walls Inestimable good! who giv'st us 'Truth,

Hung Salem's sacred spoils; the golden board, Whose hand vpleads to light, divinest Truth, And golden trumpets, now conceal’d, entomb’d Array'd in every chacm : whose hand benign By the sunk roof.-O'er which in distant view Teaches upwearied Toil to clothe the fields,

Th’ Etruscan mountains swell, with ruins crown'd And on his various fruits inscribes the paine Of ancient towns; and blue Soracte spires, Of Property : O nobly bail'd of old

Wrapping his sides in teinpests. Eastward hence, By thy majestic daughters, Judah fair,

Nigh where the Cestien pyramid 9 divides Anil Tyrus and Sidonia, lovely nymphs,

The mouldering wall, beyond yon fabric huge, And Libya bright, and all-enchanting Greece, Whose dust the solemn antiquarian turns, Whose numerous towns and isles, and peopled seas, And thence, in broken sculptures cast abruad, Rejoic'd around her ivre; th’ heroic note

Like Sibyl's leaves, collects the builder's name (Smit with sublime delight) Ausonia caught, Rejoic'd, and the green medals frequent found And plann'd imperial Rome. Thy hand benign Doom Caracalla to perpetual fame: Rear'd up her towery battlements in strength; Thc stately pines, that spread their branches wide Bent her wide bridges o'er the swelling stream In the dun ruins of its ample halls 'o, Of Tuscan Tiber; thine those solemn demes Devoted to the voice of humbler prayer!

7 Modern Rome stands chiefly on the old Campus And thine those piles 6 undeck d, capacious, vast, Martius.'

8 Begun by Vespasjan, and finished by Titus. 5 The Temple of Concord, where the senate met • The tomb of Cestius, partly within and partly on Catiline's conspiracy.

without the walls. 6 The public granaric's.

" The baths of Caracalla, a rast ruins

limbs;

Appear but tufts; as muy whate'er is high

Flere oft the meek good man, the lofty bard Sink in comparison, minute and vile.

Fram'd the celestial song, or social walk'd
These, and unnumber'd, yet their brows uplift, With Horace and the ruler of the world :
Rent of their graces; as Britannia's oaks

Happy Augustus ! who, so well inspir'd,
On Merlin's mount, or Snowdon's rugged sides, Couldst throw thy pomps and royalties aside,
Stand in the clouds, their brauches scatter'd round, Attentive to the wise, the great of soul,
After the tempest; Mausoleums, Cirques,

And dignify thy mind. Thrice glorious days, 'Naumachios, Forums; Trajan's column tall, Auspicious to the Muses! then rever'd,

From whose low base the sculptures wind aloft, Then hallow'd was the fount, or secret shade,
And lead through varions toils, up the rough stecp, Or open mountain, or whatever scene
Its hero to the skies: and his dark tower 11 The poet chose, to tune th' ennobling rhyme
Whose execrable hand the city fir'd,

Melodious; e'en the rugged sons of war,
And while the dreadful conflagration blaz'd, E'en the rude binds rever'd the poet's name:
Play'd to the flames; and Phoebus' letter'd dome!?; But now-another age. alas ! is ours
And the rough reliqnes of Carinæ's street,

Yet will the Muse a little longer soar,
Where now the shepherd to his nibbling sheep Unless the clouds of care weigh down ber wing,
Sits piping with bis oaten reed; as erst

Since Nature's stores are shut with cruel hand, There pip'd the shepherd to his nibbling sheep, And each aggrieves bis brother; since in vain When th' humble roof Ancbises' son explor'd The thirsty pilgrim at the fountain asks (dain.—. Of good Evander, wealth-despising king,

Th' o'erflowing wave-Enough-the plaint disAmid the thickets : so revolves the scene;

See'st thou yon fane? e'en now incessant time 13 So Time ordains, who rolls the things of pride Sweeps her low mouldering marbles to the dust; From dust again to dust. Behold that heap And Phoebus' temple, nodding with its woods, Of mouldering urns (their ashes blown away, Threatens huge ruin o'er the small rotund Dust of the mighty) the same story tell ;

'T was there beneath a fig-tree's umbrage broad, And at its base, from whence the serpent glides

Th' astonish'd swains with reverend awe beheld Down the green desert street, yon hoary monk Thee, O Quirinus, and thy brother-twin, Laments the same, the vision as he views,

Pressing the teat within a monster's grasp The solitary, silent, solemn scene,

Sportive; while oft the gaunt and rugged wolf Where Cæsars, heroes, peasants, hermits lie, Turn'd her stretch'd neck and form’d your tender Blended in dust together; where the slave Rests from his labours; where th' insulting proud So taught of Jove e'en the fell savage fed Resigns his power; the miser drops his hoard; Your sacred infancies, your virtues, toils, Where human folly sleeps.-- There is a moud, The conquests, glories, of th’ Ausonian state, (I sing not to the vacant and the young)

Wrapp'd in their secret seeds. Each kindred soul, There is a kindly mood of melancholy,

Robust and stout, ye grapple to your hearts, That wings the soul, and points her to the skies ; And little Rome appears. Her cots arise, When tribulation clothes the child of man, Green twigs of osier weave the slender walls, When age descends with sorrow to the grave, Green rushes spread the roofs; and here and there 'T is sweetly-soothing sympathy to pain,

Opens beneath the rock the gloomy cave. A gently-wakening call to health and ease.

Elate with joy Etruscan Tiber views How musical! when all-devouring Time,

Her spreading scenes enamelling his waves, Here sitting on his throne of ruins hoar,

Her huts and hollow dells, and flocks and herds, While winds and tempests sweep his various lyre, And gathering swains; and rolls his yellow car How sweet thy diapason, Melancholy !

To Neptune's court with more majestic train. Cool evening comes; the setting Sun displays Her speedy growth aların’d the states around, His visible great round between yon towers,

Jealous ; yet soon, by wondrous virtue won, As through two shady cliffs; away, my Muse, They sink into her bosom. From the plough Though yet the prospect pleases, ever new Rose her dictators; fought, o'ercame, return’d, In vast variety, and yet delight

Yes, to the plough return'd, and hail'd their peers; The many-figur'd sculptures of the path

For then no private pomp, no household state, Half beauteous, half effac'd; the traveller The public only swell’d the generous breast. Such antique marbles to bis native land

Who has not heard the Fabian heroes sung?
Oft hence conveys; and every realm and state Dentatus' scars, or Mutins' Naming hand ?
With Rome's august remains, heroes and gods, How Manlius sav'd the Capitol ? the choice
Deck their long galleries and winding groves ; Of steady Regulus? As yet they stood,
Yet miss we not th' innumerable thefts,

Simple of life; as yet seducing wealth
Yet still profuse of graces teems the waste. Was unexplor'd, and shame of poverty

Suffice it now th’ Esquilian mount to reach Yet unimagiu'd--Shine not all the fields With weary wing, and seek the sacred rests With various fruitage? murmur not the brooks Of Maro's humble tenement; a low

Along the flowery valleys? They, content, Plain wall remains; a little sun-gilt heap,

Feasted at Nature's hand, indelicate, Grotesque and wild; the gourd and olive brown Elithe, in their easy taste; and only sought Weave the light roof: the gourd and olive fan To know their duties; that their only strife, Their amorous foliage, mingling with the vine, Their generous strife, and greatly to perform, Who drops her purple clusters through the green. They through all shapes of peril and of pain, Here let me lie, with pleasing fancy sooth'd : Intent on honour, dar'd in thickest death Here fow'd his fountain; here his laurels grew;

13 The temple of Romulus and Remus under u Nero's. 11 The Palatin library,

Mount Palatin.

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To snatch the glorious deed. Nor Trebia quell'd, O Britons, O my countrymen, beware ;
Nor Thrasymene, nor Canna's bloody field, Gird, gird your hearts; the Romans once were free,
Their dauntless courage ; storming Hannibal Were brave, were virtuous.—Tyranny, howe'er,
In vain the thunder of the battle rullid,

Deign'd to walk forth a while in pageant state,
The thunder of the battle they returp'd

And with licentious pleasures fed the rout, Back on his Punic sliores; till Carthage fell, The thoughtless many: to the wanton sound And danger fled afar. The city glearn'd

Of fifes and druins they danc'd, or in the shade
With precious spoils : alas, prosperity!

Sung Cæsar, great and terrible in war,
Ah, baneful state! yet ebb'd not all their strength Immortal Cæsar! Lo, a god, a god,
In soft luxurious pleasures; proud desire

He cleaves the yielding skies' Cæsar meanwhile
Of boundless sway, and feverish thirst of gold, Gathers the ocean pebbles; or the gnat
Rous'd them again to ba tle. Beauteous Greece, Enrag'd pursues; or at his lonely meal
Torn from her joys, in vain with languid arm Starves a wide province; tastes, dislikes, and flings
Half rais'd her rusty shield ; nor could avail To dogs and sycophants. A god, a god !
The sword of Dacia, nor the Parthian dart; The flowery shades and shrines obscene return.
Nor yet the car of that fain'd British chief,

But see along the north the tempests swell
Which seven brave years, beneath the doubtful wing O'er the rough Alps, and darken all their shows !
Of Victory, dreadful roll'd its griding wheels Sudden the Guth and Vandal, dreaded names,
Over the bloody war: the Roman arms

Rush as the breach of waters, whelming all Triumph'd, till Fame was silent to their foes, Their domes, their villas ; down the festive piles,

And now the world unrival'd they enjoy'd Down fall their Parian porches, gilded baths,
In pruud security: the crested helin,

And roll before the storm in clouds of dust.
The plated greave and corselet hung unbrac'd ; Vain end of human strength, of human skill,
Nor clank'd their arms, the spear and sounding Conquest, and triumph, and domain, and pomp,
shield,

And ease, and luxury! O Luxury,
But on the glittering trophy to the wind.

Bane of elated life, of affluent states, Dissolv'd in ease and soft delights they lie, What dreary change, what ruin is not thine ? Till every sun annoys, and every wind

How doth thy bowl intoxicate the mind !
Has chilling force, and every rain offends :

To the soft entrance of thy rosy cave
For now the frame no more is girt with strength How dust thou lure the fortunate and great!
Masculine, nor in lustiness of heart

Dreadful attraction! while behind thee gapes
Laughs at the winter storm, and summer-bcam, Th' unfathomable gulf where Asher lies
Superior to their rage : enfeebling vice.

O’erwhelin'd, forgotten ; and high-buasting Cham; Withers each nerve, and opens every pore

And Elam's haughty pomp; and beauteuils Greece; To painful feeling: flowery bowers they seek And the great queen of Earth, inperial Rome. (As ether prompts, as the sick sense approres) Or cool Nymphean grots; or tepid baths (Taught by the soft Ionians); they, along The lawny vale, of every beautevus stone, Pile in the roseat air with fond expense :

THE FLEECE:
Through silver channels glide the vagrant waves,

A POEM.
And fall on silver beds crystalline down,
Melodious murmuring; while Luxury

IN FOUR BOOKS.
Over their naked liinbs with wanton hand,
Sheds roses, odours, sheds unheeded bane.

Swift is the flight of wealth; unnumber'd wants, Post majores quadrupedes ovilli pecoris secunda
Brood of voluptuousness, cry ont aloud

ratio est, quæ prima sit, si ad utilitatis magniNecessity, and seek the splendid bribe.

tudinem referas : nam id pra:cipue nos contra The citron board, the bowl emboss'd with gems, frigoris violentiain protegit, corporibusque nostris And tender foliage wildly wreath'd around

liberaliora præbet velamina. COLUMELLA.
Of seeming ivy, by that artful hand,
Corinthian 'Thericles; whate'er is known
Of rarest acquisition; Tyrian garbs,

BOOK I.
Neptunian Albion's high testaceous food,
And flavour'd Chian wines with incense fum'd
To slake patrician thirst; for these, their rights
In the vile streets they prostitute to sale,

The subject proposed. Dedicatory address. Of
Their ancient rights, their diguities, their laws, pastures in general, fit for sheep: for fine-woolled
Their native glorious freedom. Is there nune, sheep: for long-woolled sheep. Defects of pas-
Is there no villain, that will bind the neck

tures, and their remedies. Of climates. The Stretch'd to the yoke? they coine; the market moisture of the English climate vindicated. throngs.

Particular beauties of England. Different kinds But who has most by fraud or force amass'd ? of English sheep: the two common sorts of rains Who most can charm corruption with his doles ? described. Dillerent kinds of foreign sheep. He be the monarch of the state; and lo!

The several sorts of food. The distempers Didius, vile usurer, through the crowd he mounts 14, arising frem thence, with their remedies. Sheep Beneath his feet the Roman eagle cowcrs,

led by instinct to their proper food and physic. And the red arrows fill his grasp uncouth,

Of the shepherd's scrip, and its furniture. Care

of sheep in tupping-time. Of the castration of 14 Didius Julianus, who bought the empire. lambs, and the folding of sheep. - Various pre

ARGUMENT.