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cepts relative to changes of weather and seasons. Wav'd as the billows of a rolling sea :
Oftendril hops, that flaunt upon their poles,
Of treacherous Falernum 6; or that hill
Vesuvius, where the bowers of Bacchus rose, And arts of trade, I sing. Ye rural nymphs,
And Herculanean and Pompeian domes. Ye swains, and princely merchants, aid the verse.
But if thy prudent care would cultivate And ye, high-trusted guardians of our isle,
Leicestrian Heeces, what the sinewy arm Whom public voice approves, or lot of birth
Combs through the spiky steel in lengthen'd Aakes; To the great charge assigns : ye good, of all
Rich saponaceous loam, that slowly drinks Degrees, ali sects, be present to my song.
The blaekening shower, and fattens with the So may distres, and wretchedness, and want,
draught, The wide felicities of labour learnı :
Or marle witb clay deep-mix'd be then thy choice, So may the proud attempts of restless Gaul
Of one consistence, one complexion, spread From our strong borders, like a broken wave,
Through all thy glebe; where no deceitful veins In empty foam retire. But chiefly thou,
Of envious gravel lurk bencath the turf, The people's shepherd, eminently plac'd
To loose ihe creeping waters from their springs, Over the numerous su ains of every vale,
Tainting the pasturage: and let thy elds With well-permitted power, and watchful eye,
In slopes descend and mount, that chilling rains On each gay field to shed beneficence,
May trickle off, and hasten to the brooks. Celestial office! thou protect the song.
Yet some defect in all on Earth appears ; On spacious airy downs, and gentle bills,
Ull seek for help, all press for social aid. With grass
and thyme o'erspread, and clover wild, Too cold the grassy mantle of the marle, Where smiling Phæbus tempers every breeze, In stormy winter's long and dreary nights, The fairest flocks rejoice. They, nor of halt,
For enmbent sheep ; from broken slumber oft Hydropic tumours, nor of rot, complain;
They rise benumb'd, and vainly sbift the couch ; Evils deform'd and foul: nor with hoarse congh
Their wasted sides their evil plight declare. Disturb the music of the pastoral pipe;
Hence, tender in his care, the shepherd suain But, crowding to the note, with silence soft
Seeks cach contrivance. Here it would avail, The close-woven carpet graze; where Nature blends
At a meet distance from the upland ridge, Flowrets and herbage of minutest size,
To siuk a trench, and on the hedge-long bank Innoxious luxury. Wide airy downs
Sow frequent sand, with lime, and dark manure; Are Health's gay walks to shepherd and to sheep.
Which to the liquid element will yield
A porous way, a passage to the foe.
Plough not such pastures: deep in spungy grass That mantles over rocks of brittle stone,
The oldest carpet is the warmest lair, Be thy regard : and where low-tufted broom,
And soundest; in new herbage coughs are heard. Or box, or berry'd juniper arise ;
Nor love too frequent shelter : such as decks Or the tall growth of glossy-rinded beech;
The vale of Severn, Nature's garden wide, And where the burrowing rabbit turns the dust;
By the blue steeps of distant Malvern? wall'd And where the dappled deer delights to bound.
Solemnly vast. The trees of various shade, Such are the downs of Banstead, edg'd with
Scene behind scene, with fair delusive pomp woods,
Enrich the prospect, but they rob the lawps. And towery villas; such Dorcestrian fields,
Nor prickly bramble, white with woolly theft, Whose flocks innumerous whiten all the land :
Should tuf thy fiel is. Applaud not the remiss Such those slow-climbing wilds, that lead the step Dimetians, who, along their mossy dales, Insensibly to Dover's windy cliff,
Consume, like grasshoppers, the summer hour; Tremendous height' and such the clover'd lawns
While round them stubborn thorns and furze inAnd sunny mounts of beauteous Normanton',
crease, Health's cheerful haunt, and the selected walk
And creeping briars. I knew a careful swain, Of Heathcote's leisure : such the spacious plain
Who gave them to the crackling flames, and spread Of Sarum, spread like Ocean's boundless round, Where solitary Stonehenge, gray with moss, Ruin of ages, nods : such too the leas
+ A seat of lord Bateman. And ruddy tilth, which spiry Ross beholds,
5 Siluria, the part of England which lies west From a green hillock, o'er her lofty elms;
of tbe Severn, viz. Herefordshire, MonmouthAnd Lemster's brooky tract, and airy Croft ?; shire, &c. And such Harleian Eywood's 3 swelling turf,
6 Treacherous Falernum, because part of the hills of Falernum was many years ago overturned
by an eruption of fire, and is now a high and " A seat of sir John Heathcote iu Rutlandshire.barren mount of cinders, called Monte Novo. ? A seat of sir Archer Croft.
7 Malvern, a high ridge of hills near Worcester. 3 A seat of the earl of Oxford.
8 Dimetia, Caermarthenshire in South Wales.
Their dust saline upon the deepening grass : From deck to deck, through grores immense of And oft with labour-strengthen'd arm he delv'd
masts; The draining trench across his verdant slopes, 'Mong crowds, bales, cars, the wealth of either Ind; To intercept the small meandring rills
Through wharfs, and squares, and palaces, and Of upper hamlets: haughty trees, that sour
domes, The shaded grass, that weaken thorn-set mounds, In sweet surprise; unable yet to fix And harbour villain crows, he rare allow'd : His raptur'd mind, or scan in order'd course Only a slender tuft of useful ash,
Each object singly; with discoveries new And mingled beech and elm, securely tall, His native country studious to enrich. The little smiling cottage warm embower'd;
Ye shepherds, if your labours hope success, The little siniling cottage, where at eve
Be first your purpose to procure a breed He meets his rosy children at the door,
To soil and clime adapted. Every soil Prattling their welcomes, and his honest wife, And clime, e'en every tree and herb, receives With good brown cake and bacon slice, intent Its habitant peculiar: each to each, To cheer bis hunger after labour hard.
The Great Invisible, and each to all, Nor only soil, there also must be found
Through earth, and sea, and air, harmonious suits. Felicity of clime, and aspect bland,
Tempestuous regions, Darwent's 9 naked peaks, Where gentle sheep may nourish locks of price. Snowdon 10 and blue Plynlymmon, and the wide In vain the silken fleece on windy brow's
Aërial sides of Cader-yddris o huge; And northern slopes of cloud-dividing hills These are bestow'd on goat horn'd sheep, of fleece Is sought, though soft Toeria spreads her lap Hairy and coarse, of long and nimble shank, Beneath their rugged feet, and names their heights Who rove o'er bog or heath, and graze or browse Biscaian or Segovian. Bothnic realms,
Alternate, to collect, with due dispatch, And dark Norwegian, with their choicest fields, O'er the bleak wild, the thinly-scatter'd meal. Dingles, and dells, by lofty fir embower'd, But bills of milder air, that gently rise In vain the bleaters court. Alike they shun O’er dewy dales, a fairer species boast, Libya's hot plains: what taste have they for groves Of shorter limb, and frontlet more ornate ; Of palm, or yellow dust of gold ? no more Such the Silurian. If thy farm extends Food to the flock, than to the miser wealth, Near Cotswold downs, or the delicious grores Who kneels upon the glitiering heap, and starves. Of Symmonds, honour'd through the sandy soil E'en Gallic Abbeville the shining fleece,
Of elmy Russ !', or Deron's myrtle vales, That richly decorates her loom, acquires
That drink clear rivers near the glassy sea; Basely from Albion, by th' ensnaring bribe, Regard this sort, and hence thy sire of launbs The bait of avarice, which, with felon fraud, Select: his tawny fleece in ringlets curls; For its own wanton mouth, from thousands steals. Long swings his slender tail; his front is fenc'd
How erring oft the judgment in its hate, With horns Ammonian, circulating twice Or fond desire ! Those slow-descending showers, Around each open ear, like those fair scrolls Those hovering fogs, that bat he our growing tales That grace the colunins of th’lonic dome. In deep November (loath'd by tritling Gaul,
Yet should thy fertile glebe be marly clay, Effeminate), are gifts tbc Pleiads shed,
Like Melton pastures, or Tripontian fields"?, Britannia's handmaids. As the beverage falls, Where ever-gliding Avon's limpid wave Her hills rejoice, her valleys laugh and sing. Thwarts the long course of dusty Watling-street :
Hail, noble Albion; where no golden mines, That larger sort, of head defenceless, serk, No soft perfumes, nor oils, nor myrtle bowers, Whose fleece is deep and clammy, close and plain: The vigorous frame and lofty heart of man The ram short-limb'd, whose forın compact de Enervate: round whose stern cerulean brow's
scribes White-winged snow, and cloud, and pearly rain, One level line along his spacious back; Frequent attend, with solemn majesty :
Of full and ruddy eye, large ears, stretch'd head, Rich queen of Mists and Vapours! These thy sons Nostrils dilated, breast and shoulders broad, With their cool arms compress; and twist their And spacious haunches, and a lofty dock.
Thus to their kindred snil and air induc'd, For deeds of excellence and high renown.
Thy thriving herd will bless thy skilful care, Thus form’d, our Edwards, Henrys, Churchills, That copies Nature: who, in every change, Blakes,
In each variety, with wisdom works, Our Lockes, our Newtons, and our Miltons, rose, And powers diversify'd of air and soil,
See the Sun gleams; the living pastures rise, Her rich materials. Hence Sabæa's rocks, After the nurture of the fallen shower,
Chaldæa's marle, Egyptus' water'd loam, How beantiful! how blue th' ethereal vault, And dry Cyrene's sand, in climes alike, How verdurous the lawns, how clear the brooks! With different stores supply the marts of trade, Such noble warlike steeds, such herds of kine, Hence Zembla's icy tracts no bleaters hear; So sleek, so vast; such spacious flocks of sheep, Small are the Russian herds, and harsh their fleece; Like fakes of gold illumining the green, What otber Paradise adorn but thine,
9 Darwent's naked peaks, the peaks of DerbyBritannia ? happy, if thy sons would know
shire. 'Their happiness. To these thy naval st (ams, 10 Snowdon, Plynlymmon, and Cader-yddris, Thy freqnent towns superb of busy trade,
are high hills in North Wales. And ports magnific add, and stately ships,
11 A town in Herefordshire. Innumerous. But whither strays my Muse ?
" Tripontian fields, the country between Rug. Pleas'd, like a traveller upon the strand
by in Warwickshire and Lutterworth in LeicesterArriv'd of bright Augusta: wild he roves,
Of light esteem Gerinanic, far remote
Informs them. O’er the vivid green observe From soft sea-breezes, open winters mild,
With what a regular consent they crop, And summers bath'd in dew: on Syrian sheep At every fourth collection to the month. The costly burthen only loads their tails:
Unsavory cruw-flower; whether to awake No locks Cormandel's, none Malacca's tribe Languor of appetite with lively change, Adorn; but sleek of fix, and brown like deer, Or timely to repel approaching ills, Fearful and shepherdless, they bound along Hard to determine, Thou, whom Nature loves, The sands. No fleeces waye in torrid climes, And with her salutary rules intrusts, Which verdure boast of trees and shrubs alone, Benevolent Mackenzie '3, say the cause. Shrubs aromatic, caufee wild, or thea,
This truth howe'er shines bright to huma sense; Nutmeg, or cinnamon, or fiery clove,
Each strong affection of th’unconscious brute, l'napt to feed the fleece. The food of wool Each bent, each passion of the smallest mite, Is grass or berbage soft, that ever blooms
Is wisely given; harmonious they perform In teinperate air, in the delicious downs
The work of perfect reason, (blush, vain man') Of Albion, on the banks of all her streams.
And turn the wheels of Nature's rast machine, Of grasses are unnumber'd kinds, and all
See that thy scrip have store of healing tar, (Save where foul waters lipger on the turf) And marking pitch and ralle; nor forget. Salubrious. Early mark, when tepid gleams Thy sheers true pointed, nor th' officious dog, Oft mingle with the pearls of summer showers, Faithfuil to teach thy stragglers to return : And swell too bastily the tender plains :
So mayst thou aid who lag along, or steal
Or hillock, rub their sores and loosen'd wool. In hunger's kind distress, on tedded hay;
But rather these, the feeble of thy flock, Or to the marish guide their easy steps,
Banish before th' autumnal months : e'en age
That dire distemper sometiines may the swain, With jealous eye surveys the spacious field:
Suddenly rages; with impetuous force,
And fury irresistible, they dash Begins to drink : e'en yet thy skill exert,
Their hardy frontlets; the wide vale resounds; Nor suffer weak despair to fold thy arms :
The flock amaz'd stands safe afar; apd oft Again detersive salt apply, or shed
Each to the other's might a victim falls :
As fell of old, before that engine's sway,
Or ere they 'ave past the twelfth of orient morn, Corrosire drugs, deep-searching arsenic,
Castrates the lambkins ; necessary rite, Dry alum, verdigrise, or vitriol keen.
Ere they be number'd of the peaceful herd. But if the doubtful mischief scarce appears, But kindly watch whom thy sharp band has grievid, 'T will serve to shift them to a drier turf,
In those rough months, that lift the turning year: And salt again: th’ utility of salt
Not tedious is the office; to thy aid Teach thy slow swains : redundant humours cold Favonius hastens; soon their wounds he heals, Are the diseases of the bleating kind.
And leads them skipping to the flowers of May; Th’ infectious scab, arising from extremes May, who allows to fold, if poor the tilth, Of want or surfeit, is by water cor'd
Like that of dreary, houseless, common fields, Of lime, or sodden stave-acre, or oil
Worn by the plough: but fuld on tallows dry. Dispersive of Norwegian tar, renown'd
Enfeeble not thy flock to feed thy land : By virtuous Berkeley, whose benevolence
Nor in too narrow bounds the prisoners crowd: Explor'd its powers, and easy medicine thence Nor ope the wattled fence, while balıny Mora Sought for the poor: ye poor, with grateful voice, Lies on the reeking pasture; wait till all Invoke eternal blessings on his head.
The crystal dews, impearld upon the grass, Sheep also pleurisies and dropsies know, Are touch'd by Phæbus' beams, and mount alift, Driv'n oft from Nature's path by artful man, With various clouds to paint the azure sky. Who blindly turns aside, with haughty hand,
In teasing fly-time, dank, or frosty days,
Ere summer heats, of filth and tagged wool.
13 Dr. Mackenzie, late of Worcester, now of They best their food and physic can discern; Drumsugh, near Edinburgh. For he, Supreme Existence, ever near,
14 The inhabitants of Yorkshire.
To mend thy mounds, to trench, to clear, to soil | Through slow experience, by a patient breast,
With deep attention : such as Nuceus 15 sings
Sheep no extremes can bear: both heat and cold
Press to the tortur'd skin, and flesh, and bone,
Rainy luxuriant summers rot your flock;
And all excess, e'en of salubrious food,
As sure destroys, as famine or the wolf.
Of Winter irresistible o'erw belms
Th' Hyperborean tracts: his arrowy frosts,
Of fætid oil inflam'd, sea-monster's spume,
Sullen he struggles; such the love of life! The glebe, their fleece, their flesh, by hunger His lank and scanty berds around þim press, gnaw'd.
As, hunger-stung, to gritty ineal he grinds
Ye, happy at your ease, behold your sheep
Feed on the open turf, or crowd the tilth,
Dry food of oats, or hay, or brittle straw,
Silkening their feeces. Ye, nor rolling hut,
Nor watchful dog, require; where never mar
Wild Terrour strides: their stubborn rocks are rent;
Their mountains sink; their yawning caverns flame;
Proud cities deluging; Pompeian towers,
In Syrian valley, where now the Dead Sea In this soft office may thy children join,
?Mong solitary hills infectious lies.
15 Mr. Joseph Nutt, an eminent apothecary at
16 A river in Leicestershire.
See the swift furies, Famine, Plague, and War, With his white Aakes, that glisten through the vide; In frequent thunders rage o'er neighbouring realms, The sturdy rustic, in the middle wave, And spread their plains with desolation wide: Awaits to seize him rising ; one arm bears Yet your mild homesteads, ever-blooming, smile His lifted head above the limpid stream, Among embracing woods; and waft on high While the full clammy fleece the other laves The breath of plenty, from the ruddy tops Around, laborious, with repeated toil; Of chimneys, curling o'er the gloomy trees, And then resigns bim to the sunny bank, In airy azure ringlets, to the sky.
Where, bleating loud, he shakes his dripping locks. Nor ye by need are urg'd, as Attic swains,
Shear them the fourth or fifth return of morn, And Tarentine, with skins to clothe your sheep; Lest touch of busy ily-blows wound their skin : Expensive toil ; howe'er expedient found
Thy peaceful subjects without murmur yield
The downy vesure from their tender sides.
But speedy, when ye chance to wound, with ar The shepherds' kingdom: dreary solitude
Prevent the wingy swarm and scorching heat; Spreads o'er Hymettus, and the shaggy vale And careful house them, if the lowering clouds Of Athens, which, in solemn silence, sheds Mingle their stores tumultuous: through the gloom Her venerable ruins to the dust.
Then thunder oft with ponderous wheels rolls loud, The weary Arabs roam froin plain to plain, And breaks the crystal uros of Heaven: аdown Guiding the languid herd in quest of food ; Falls streaming rain. Sometimes among the steeps And shift their little home's uncertain scene Of Cambrian glades (pity the Cambrian glades) With frequent farewell : strangers, pilgrims all, Fast tumbling brooks on brooks enormous swell, As were their fathers. No sweet fall of rain And sudden overwhelm their vanish'd fields : May there be heard ; nor sweeter liquid lapse Down with the food away the naked sheep, Of river, o'er the pebbles gliding by
Bleating in vain, are borne, and straw-built huts, In murmurs: goaded by the rage of thirst, And rifted trees, and heavy enormous rocks, Daily they journey to the distant clefts
Down with the rapid torrent to the deep.
And lusty merriment: while on the grass
The mingled youth in gaudy circles sport, They share the beverage, when to watering come, We think the golden age again return'd, And grateful umbrage, all the tribes around, And all the fabled Dryades in dance. And their lean flocks, whose various bleatings fill Leering they bound along, with laugbing air, The echoing caverns : then is absent none, To the shrill pipe, and deep remurmuring chords Fair nymph or shepherd, each inspiring each Of th' ancient harp, or tabor's hollow sound. To wit, and song, and dance, and active feats; While th' old apart, upon a bank reclin'd, In the same rustic scene, where Jacob won Attend the tuneful carol, suftly mixt Fair Rachael's bosomn, when a rock's vast weight With every murmur of the sliding wave, From the deep dark-mouth'd well his strength re- And every warble of the feather'd choir; mor'd,
Music of Paradise! which still is heard,
Such are the perils, such the toils of life, Of the first happy garden, when Content
Then idly for the lost delight repine:
Could I recall those notes, which once the Muse Clatter their heavy hammers down by turns, Heard at a shearing, near the woody sides Flattening the steel; from their rough hands receive Of blue-topp'd Wreakin 18! Yet the carols sweet, The sharpen'd instrument, that from the flock Through the deep maze of the memorial cell, Severs the fleece. If verdant elder spreads
First arose in song Her silver flowers ; if humble daisies yield
Hoar-headed Damon, venerable swain, To yellow crowfoot, and luxuriant grass,
The soothest shepherd of the flowery vale, Gay shearing-time approaches. First, howe'er, “ This is no vulgar scene : no palace-roof Drire to the double fold, upon the brim
Was e'er so lofty, nor so nobly rise Of a clear river, gently drive the flock,
Their polish'd pillars, as these aged oaks, And plunge them one by one into the flood : Which o'er our feecy wealth and harmless sports Plung'd in the food, not long the struggler sinks, Thus have expanded wide their sheltering arms,
Thrice told an hundred summers. Sweet Content, 17 The caves of Brigantium—the forges of Shef- Ye gentle shepherds, pillow us at night.” field, in Yorkshire, where the shepherds' shears and all edge-tools are made.
18 A high hill in Shropshire.