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SCHOOL-MISTR E S S. - A PO E M.
In Imitation of SPEN S E R.
By William Shenstone, Efq;
Auditæ voces, vagitus & ingens,
- ADVERTISEMEN T.. What particulars in Spenser were imagin’d most proper
for the Author's imitation on this occasion, are his language, bis simplicity, his manner of description, and a peculiar tenderness of sentiment remarkable throughout his works.
A H me! full forely is my heart forlorn,
To think how modest worth neglected lies ; While partial Fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone, as pride and pomp disguise ;
Deeds of ill fort, and mischievous emprize!
Such as I oft have chaunced to espy,
And oft-times on vagaries idly bent, For unkempt hair, or task unconn'd, are forely shent.
III. And all in fight doth rise a birchen tree, Which Learning near her little dome did ftowe; Whilom a twig of small regard to see, Though new so wide its waving branches flow; And work the simple vaffáls mickle woe ; For not a wind might curl the leaves that blew, But their limbs shudder'd, and their pulse beat low;
And, as they look’d, they found their horror grew, And shap'd it into rods, and tingled at the view.
* IV. So
Ne Superstition clog his dance of joy,
Where fits the dame, disguis’d in look profound,
. . VI.
And in her hand, for scepter, she does wield
And stedfast Hate, and sharp Affliction join'd,
VII: Few but have ken’d, in semblance meet pourtray'd, The childish faces of old Eol's train ; Libs, Notus, Auster : these in frowns array'd, How then would fare or earth, or sky, or main, Were the stern god to give his saves the rein? And were not she rebellious breasts to quell, And were not the her statutes to maintain,
The cott no more, I ween, were deem'd the cell, Where comely peace of mind, and decent order dwell.
VIII. A ruffet stole was o'er her shoulders thrown; . A rufset kirtle fenc'd the nipping air ; 'Twas simple russet, but it was her own ; ?Twas her own country bred the fock fo fair ; 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare ; And footh to say, her pupils, rang’d around,
Thro' pious awe, did term it passing rare ; · For they in gaping wonderment abound, føround. And think, no doubt, she been the greatest wight on
For never title yet so mean could prove,
One ancient hen she took delight to feed,
For well she knew, and quaintly could expound, What sin it were to waste the smallest crumb she found.
. XI. Herbs too she knew, and well of each could speak, That in her garden sipp'd the filv'ry dew; Where no vain flow'r disclos’d a gaudy streak ; But herbs for use, and physic, not a few,