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lio more the birds shall imitate her lays,
| Delight no more-O Thou my voice inspire
A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son!
From Jesse's' root behold a branch arise,
Her fate is whisper'd by the gentle breeze, The ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move,
And in soft silence shed the kindly shower!
The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid, 15 Swell'd with new passion, and o'ertiows with tears; From storm a shelter, and from heat a shade. The winds, and trees, and foods, her death deplore, All crimes shall cease, and ancient frauds shall fail; Daphne our grief, our glory now no more! Returning Justice lift aloft her scale;
But see! where Daphne wondering mounts on high, Peace o'er the world her olive wand, extend, Above the clouds, above the starry sky!
And white-robed Innocence from heaven descend. 20 Eternal beauties grace the shining scene,
Swift fly the years, and rise the expected morn! Fields ever fresh, and groves for ever green! Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born! There, while you rest in amaranthine bowers, See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, Or from those meads select unfading flowers, With all the incense of the breathing spring : Behold us kindly, who your name implore, See lofty Lebanon' his head advance,
25 Daphne, our goddess, and our grief no more! See nodding forests on the mountains dance: LYCIDAS.
See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise,
Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers;
Ver. 8. A Virgin shall conceive-Al crimes shall While plants their shade, or flowers their odours give, cease, &c.] Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 6.
Jam redit et virgo, redeunt Saturnia regna,
Jam nova progenies cælo demittitur alto.
Te duce, si qua maneant sceleris vestigia nostri, But see! Orion sheds unwholesome dews;
Irrita perpetua solvent formidine terras
Pacatumque reget patriis virtutibus orbem. Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse;
"Now the virgin returns, now the kingdom of Saturn Sharp Boreas blows, and Nature feels decay,
returns, now a new progeny is sent down from high hea. Time conquers all, and we must Time obey. ven. By means of thee, whatever reliques of our crimes Adieu, ye vales, ye mountains, streams, and groves ; remain, shall be wiped away, and free the world from
perpetual lears. He shall govern the earth in peace, Adieu, ye shepherd's rural lays and loves;
with the virtues of his father.' Adieu, my flocks; farewell, ye sylvan crew :
Isaiah, ch. vii, ver. 14--Behold a Virgin shall conceive Daphne, farewell! and all the world, adieu !
and bear a Son. Chap. ix. ver. 6, 7.-Unto us a child is born; unto is a Son is given; the Prince of Peace: of the increase of his government, and of his peace, there shall
be no end: upon the throne of David, and upon his king. MESSIAH.
dom, to order and to establish it, with judgment and
with justice, for ever and ever.' A sacred Eclogue in Imitation of Virgil's Pollio. Ver. 23. See, Nature hastes, &c.] Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 18.
At tibi prima, puer, nullo minuscula cultu,
Errantes hederas passim cuin baccare tellus
Mixtaque ridenti colocasia fundet acanthoIn reading several passages of the prophet Isaiah, which
Ipsa tibi blandos fundont cunabula tiores. foretell the coming of Christ, and the felicities attend
For thee, O child, shall the earth, without bring tiled, ing it, I could not but obrerve a remarkable parily be produce her early onerings; winding ivy, mixed with tween many of the thoughts, and those in the Pollio baccar, and colocissia with smiling acanthus. Thy craof Virgil. This will not seem surprising when we re. dle shall pour forth pleasing flowers about thee.' flect, that the eclogue was taken from a Sibylline pro
Isaiah, ch. XXXV. ver. 1.- The wilderness and the phecy on the same subject. One may judge that Virgil and blossom as the rose. Ch Ix. ver. 13. — The glory of
solitary place shall be glad, and the desert shall rejoice did not copy it line for line; but selected such ideas as Lebanon shall come unto theo, the fir-tree, the pine tree, best agreed with the nature of pastoral poetry, and and the box together, to beautify the place of thy sancdisposed them in that manner which served most totuary.' beautify his piece. I have endeavoured the same in Ver. 29. Hark! a glad voice, &c.] Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 46. this imitation of him, though without admitting any Aggredere ô magnos (aderit jam tempus) honores, thing of my own; since it was written with this par Cara Deum soboles, magnum Jovis incrementuin! ticular view, that the reader by comparing the several Ecl. v. ver. 62. thoughts, might see how far the images and descriptions Ipsi lætitia voces ad sidera jactant of the prophet are superior to those of the poet. But as I Intonsi montes, ipsæ jam carmina rupes, fear I have prejudiced them by my management, I shall Ipsa sonant arbusta, Deus, Deus ille, Menalca! subjoin the passages of Isaiah, and those of Virgil, un. O come and receive ile mighty honours: the time der the same disadvantage of a literal translation. draws nigh, O beloved offspring of the gods! () great in
crease of Jove! The incultivated mountains send shouts Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song:
of joy to the stars; the very rocks sing in verse; the very
shrubs cry out, A God, a God!' To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong. The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades,
1 lsa xi. ver. 1.
Chxlv. rer. 8. 3 (h. XIV. ver 4.
4Cl ir, Ver7. The dreams of Pindus and the Aonian maids,
5 Ch. xxxv. ver. 2. 6 Ch. xl, ver. 3, 4.
A God, a God! the vocal hills reply;
The lambs' with wolves shall graze the verdant mead, The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity. And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead. Lo, earth receives him from the bending skies ! The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, Sink down, ye mountains; and ye valleys, rise ! And harmless serpentsa lick the pilgrim's feet. 80 With beads declined, ye cedars, homage pay; 35 The smiling infant in his hand shall take Be smooth, ye rocks! ye rapid floods, give way! The crested basilisk and speckled snake, The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold : Pleased, the green lustre of the seales survey, Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! And with their forky tongue shall innocently play. He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! 85 Aed on the sightless eye-ball pour the day: 40 Exalt thy towery bead, and litt thy eyes! *T'is he tbe obstructed paths of sound shall clear, See a long race' thy spacious courts adorn; And bid new music charm the unfolding ear: See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, The dumb' shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, In crowding ranks on every side arise, And leap exulting, like the bounding roe.
Demanding lite, impatient for the skies!
90 No sigh, no murmur, the wide world shall hear; 45 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, From every face he wipes off every tear.
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend; In adamantine? chains shall death be bound, See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings, And hell's grim tyrant feel the eternal wound. And heap'd with products of Sabean springs ! As tbe good shepherd tends his fleecy care, For thee Idume's spicy forests blow,
95 Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air; 50 And seeds of gold in Ophir’s mountains glow : Esplores the lost, the wandering shcep directs, See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects ; And break upon them in a flood of day! The tender lambs he raises in his arms,
No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms : Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn; 100 Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, 55 But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays, The promised father of the future age.
One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze, No more shall nation against nation rise,
O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall shine Nor ardent warriors meet with hatetiil eyes, Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine! Nor helds with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er, The seas' shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, 105 The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; .
60 Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ; But useless lances into scythes shall bend,
But fix'd his word, his saving power remains; And the broad falchion in a plough-share end. Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns ! Then palaces shall rise; the joyful song Shall finish what his short-lived sire begun;
IMITATIONS. Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, 65
become a pool, and the thirsty land springs of water; in And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the field. the habitations where dragons lay, shall be grass, and The swain in barren deserts with surprise
reels, and rushes. Ch Iv. vir 13.- Instead of the thorn
shall come up the tir tree, and instead of the brier shall Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise;
come up the myrtle-tree.' And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear
Ver. 77. The lambs with wolves, &c.) Virg. Ecl. iv. New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
70 ver. 21. On rified rocks, the dragon's late abodes,
Ipsæ lacte domum referent distenta capellar The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods. Ubera, nec magnos inetuent armenta leonesWaste sandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn,
Occidet et serpens, et fallax herba veneni
* The goats shall bear to the fold their udders distend.
ed withinilk; nor shall the herds be afraid of the greatest And odorous myrtle to the noisome weed.
lions. The serpent shall die, and the herb that conceals poison shall die.
Isaiah, chxi. ver. 6, &c. • The wolf shall dwell with IMITATIONS.
the lamb, and the lenpard shall lie down with the kid, Isaiah, ch. xl. ver. 3, 4.-— The voice of him that crieth and the call and the young lion, and the fatling together; in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord! make and a little child shall lead them; and the lion shall eat straight in the desert a highway for our God! Every straw like the ox And the sucking child shall play on Falley shall be exalted, and every mountain and all the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his shall be made low, and the crooked shall be made hand on the den of the cockatrice.' sraight, and the rough places plain.' Ch Viv. ver. 23. - Break forth into singing, ye mountains; ( forest, and
Ver. 85. Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, every tree therein; for the Lord hath redeemed Israel.' rise!) The thoughts of Isaiah, which compose the latter Ver. 67. The swain in barren deserts.) Virg. Ecl. iv. part of the poem, are wonderfully elevated, and much
above those general exclamations of Virgil, which make ver.
the loftiest parts of his Pollio. Molli paulatim flavescet campus arista, Incultisque rubens pendebit sentibus uva,
Magnus ab integro sæclorum nascitur ordo! El duræ quercus sudabunt roscida inella.
- toto surget gens aurea mundo!
-Incipient magni procedere menses! “The fields shall grow yellow with ripened ears, and
Aspice, venturo latentur ut omnia sacle! &c. theird grape shall hang upon the wild brambles, and the ward oaks shall distil honey like dew,
The reader needs only to turn to the passages of Isaiah, ch. xxxv. ver. 7,-— The parched ground shall Isaiah, here cited. 1 Ch. xliii. ver. 18. and ch. XXXV. ver. 5, 6.
1Ch xi Ver. 6, 7, 8. 2 Ch Ixv. ver. 25. 2 Ch. w. ver. 8. 3 Ch, xi, ver. 11.
3 Ch. Ix. ver. I.
4 Ch. la. Ver. 4. Chix. ver. 6. 5 Ch ji, ver. 4.
5 Ch. Tx. ver 3.
6 Ch. lx. ver. 6 6 Ch. lxv. ver. 21, 22. 7 Ch. XXXV. ver. 1, 7.
7 Ch. II. Ver. 19, 20, & Ch. xli. ver. 19. and ch. Iv. ver. 13.
8 Ch. li. ver. 6, and ch. liv. ver. 10.
Both, doom'd alike, for sportive tyrants bled, WINDSOR FOREST. But, while the subject starved, the beast was fed. To the Right Honourable George Lord Lansdowne. A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began,
Our haughty Norman boasts that barbarous name, Non injussa cano: te nostræ, Vare, myrica. And makes his trembling slaves the royal game. Te nemus omne canet; nec Phæbo gratior ulla est, The fields are ravish'd from the industrious swains, Quam sibi que Vari præscripsit pagina nomen. From men their cities, and from gods their fanes :
The levell'd towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er;
The hollow winds through naked temples roar; Tuy forest, Windsor! and thy green retreats, Round broken columns clasping ivy twined; At once the Monarch's and the Muses' seats, O'er heaps of ruins stalk'd the stately hind; Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids ! The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires, Unlock your springs, and open all your shades.
And savage howlings fill the sacred quires. Granville commands ; your aid, O muses, bring! Awed by his nobles, by his commons curst, What muse for Granville can refuse to sing? The oppressor ruled tyrannic where he durst,
The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long, Stretch'd o'er the poor and church his iron rod, Live in description, and look green in song; And serv'd alike his vassals and his God. These, were my breast inspired with equal flame, Whom e'en the Saxon spared, and bloody Dane, Like them in beauty, should be like in fame. The wanton victims of his sport remain. Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, But see, the man who spacious regions gave HIcre earth and water seem to strive again ; A waste for beasts, himself denied a grave : Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruised, Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope survey, But, as the world, harmoniously confused; At once the chaser, and at once the prey: Where order in variety we see,
Lo Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart, And where, though all things differ, all agree. Bleeds in the forest like a wounded hart. Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display, Succeeding monarchs heard the subjects' cries, And part admit, and part exclude the day; Nor saw displeased the peaceful cottage rise. As some coy nymph her lover's warm address, Then gathering floeks on unknown mountains fed, Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress. O'er sandy wilds where yellow harvests spread, There, interspersed in lawns and opening glades, The forests wonder'd at the unusual grain, Thin trees arise that sun each other's shades.
And secret transports touch'd the conscious swain. Here in full light the russet plains extend ; Fair Liberty, Britannia's goddess, rears There, wrapt in clouds, the blueish hills ascend. Her cheerful head, and leads the golden years. E'en the wild heath displays her purple dyes, Ye vigorous swains! while youth ferments your blood, And 'midst the desert, fruitful fields arise,
And purer spirits swell the sprightly flood, That, crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn, Now range the hills, the gameful woods beset, Like verdant isles the sable waste adorn.
Wind the shrill horn, or spread the waving net. Let India boast her plants, nor envy we
When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds, The weeping amber, or the balmy tree,
And in the new-shorn field the partridge feeds ; While by our oaks the precious loads are borne, Before his lord the ready spaniel bounds, And realms commanded which those trees adorn. Panting with hope, he tries the furrow'd grounds; Not proud Olympus yields a nobler sight,
But when the tainted gales the game betray, Though gods assembled grace his towering height. Couch'd close he lies, and meditates the prey: Than what more humble mountains offer here, Secure they trust the unfaithful field beset, Where, in their blessings, all those gods appear. Till hovering o'er them sweeps the swelling net. See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd, Thus (if small things we may with great compare) Here blushing Flora paints the enamellid ground, When Albion sends her eager sons to war, Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, Some thoughtless town, with ease and plenty blessid, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand; Near and more near, the closing lines invest; Rich industry sits smiling on the plains,
Sudden they seize the amazed, defenceless prize, And peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns. And high in air Britannia's standard flies. Not thus the land appear'd in ages past,
from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, A dreary desert, and a gloomy waste,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings : To savage beasts and savage laws a prey, Short is his joy, he feels the fiery wound, And kings more furious and severe than they; Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and floods, Ah! what avails his glossy, varying dyes, The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods : His purple crest, and scarlet circled eyes, Citics laid waste, they storm'd the dens and caves The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, (For wiser brutes were backward to be slaves.) His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold ? What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd, Nor yet, when moist Arcturus clouds the sky, And e'en the elements a tyrant sway'd ?
The woods and fields their pleasing toils deny. In vain kind seasons swell'd the teeming grain; To plains with well-breathed beagles we repair, Soft showers distillid, and suns grew warm in vain; And trace the mazes of the circling hare: The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields, (Beasts, urged by us, their fellow-beasts pursue, And, famish’d, dies amidst his ripen'd fields. And learn of man each other to undo :) What wonder then, a beast or subject slain With slaughtering guns the unwearied fowler roves, Were equal crimes in a despotic reign?
When frosts have whiten'd all the naked groves ;
Where doves in flocks the leafless trees o'ershade, And now his shorter breath, with sultry air,
In vain on father Thanes she calls for aid,
Faint, breathless, thus she pray'd, nor pray'd in vain :
In genial spring, beneath the quivering shade, She said, and, melting as in tears she lay, Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead, In a soft silver stream dissolved away. The patient fisher takes his silent stand,
The silver stream her virgin coldness keeps,
For ever murmurs, and for ever weeps;
Oft in her glass the musing shepherd spies
Now Cancer glows with Phæbus' fiery car: In the clear azure gleam the flocks are seen, The youth rush eager to the sylvan war,
And floating forests paint the waves with green; Swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround, Through the fair scene roll slow the lingering streams, Rouse the fleet hart, and cheer the opening hound. Then foarning pour along, and rush into the Thames. The impatient courser pants in every vein,
Thou, too, great father of the British floods ! Aed, pawing, seems to beat the distant plain : With joyful pride survey'st our lofty woods; Hills, vales, and floods appear already cross'd, Where towering oaks their growing honours rear, And, ere he starts, a thousand steps are lost. And future navies on thy shores appear. See tbe bold youth strain up the threatening steep, Not Neptune's self from all her streams receives Rush through the thickets, down the valleys sweep, A wealthier tribute than to thine he gives. Hang o'er their coursers' heads with eager speed, No seas so rich, so gay no banks appear, And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed. No lake so gentle, and no spring so clear. Let old Arcadia boast her ample plain,
Nor Po so swells the fabling poet's lays,
Here, too, 'tis sung, of old, Diana stray'd, Where Jove, subdued by mortal passion still,
Happy the man whom this bright court approves,
Above the rest a rural nymph was famed, Whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please,
He gathers health from herbs the forest yields,
And draws the aromatic souls of flowers :
O'er figured worlds now travels with his eye ; A painted quiver on her shoulder sounds,
Of ancient writ unlocks the learned store, And with her dart the flying deer she wounds. Consults the dead, and lives past ages o'er : I chanced, as eager of the chase, the maid Or wandering thoughtful in the silent wood, Beyond the forest's verdant limits stray'd,
Attends the duties of the wise and good,
Amid her kindred stars familiar roam,
Ye sacred Nine ! that all my soul possess,
To Thames's banks which fragrant breezes fill, In that blest moment from his oozy bed
His swelling waters and alternate tides ;
And on their banks Augusta rose in gold:
Around his throne the sea-born brothers stood,
First the famed authors of his ancient name,
The Kennet swift, for silver cels renown'd; And on his willows hung each muse's lyre. The Loddon slow, with verdant alders crown'd:
Since fate relentless stopp'd their heavenly voice, Cole, whose dark streams his flowery islands lave; No more the forests ring, or groves rejoice; And chalky Wey, that rolls a milky wave: Who now shall charm the shades where Cowley The blue, transparent Vandalis appears; strung
The gulfy Lee his sedgy tresses rears ; His living harp, and lofty Denham sung?
And sullen Mole, that hides his diving flood; But bark! the groves rejoice, the forest rings! And silent Darent stain'd with Danish blood. Are these revived ? or is it Granville sings?
High in the midst, upon his urn reclined "Tis yours, my lord, to bless our soft retreats, (His sea-green mantle waving with the wind,) And call the muses to their ancient seats ;
The god appear'd: he turn'd his azure eyes To paint anew the flowery sylvan scenes,
Where Windsor-domes and pompous turrets rise; To crown the forest with immortal greens, Then bow'd, and spoke; the winds forget to roar, Make Windsor hills in lofty numbers rise,
And the hush'd waves glide softly to the shore : And lift her turrets nearer to the skies;
Hail, sacred peace! hail, long expected days, To sing those honours you deserve to wear, That Thames's glory to the stars shall raise; And add new lustre to her silver star.
'Though Tiber's streams immortal Rome behold, Here noble Surrey felt the sacred rage,
Though foaming Hermus swells with tides of gold, Surrey, the Granville of a former age:
From heaven itself though sevenfold Nilus flows, Matchless his pen, victorious was his lance, And harvests on a hundred realms bestows; Bold in the lists, and graceful in the dance; These now no more shall be the muses' themes, In the same shades the Cupids tuned his lyre, Lost in my fame, as in the sea their streams. To the same notes of love and soft desire:
Let Volga's banks with iron squadrons shine, Fair Geraldine, bright object of his vow,
And groves of lances glitter on the Rhine; Then fill'd the groves, as heavenly Mira now. Let barbarous Ganges arm a servile train,
Oh, wouldst thou sing what heroes Windsor bore, Be mine the blessings of a peaceful reign. What kings first breathed upon her winding shore ! No more my sons shall dye with British blood Or raise old warriors, whose adored remains Red Iber's sands, or Ister's foaming flood : In weeping vaults her hallow'd earth contains ! Safe on my shore each unmolested swain With Edward's acts adorn the shining page, Shall tend the flocks, or reap the bearded grain: Stretch his long triumphs down through every age; The shady empire shall retain no trace Draw monarchs chain'd, and Cressi's glorious field, of war or blood, but in the sylvan chace : The lilies blazing on the regal shield!
The trumpet sleep, while cheerful horns are blown, Then, from her roofs when Verrio's colours fall, And arms employ'd on birds and beasts alone. And leave inanimate the naked wall,
Behold! the ascending villas on my side, Still in thy song should vanquish'd France appear, Project long shadows o'er the crystal tide. And bleed for ever under Britain's spear.
Behold! Augusta's glittering spires increase, Let softer strains ill-fated Henry mourn,
And temples rise, the beauteous works of peace, And palms eternal flourish round his urn:
I see, I see, where two fair cities bend
There kings shall sue, and suppliant states be seen
Make sacred Charles's tomb for ever known And half thy forests rush into the floods ; (Obscure the place, and uninscribed the stone:) Bear Britain's thunder, and her cross display, Oh fact accursed! what tears has Albion shed ? To the bright regions of the rising day; Heavens, what new wounds! and how her old have Tempt icy seas, where scarce the waters roll, bled!
Where clearer flames glow round the frozen pole ; She saw her sons with purple deaths expire, Or under southern skies exalt their sails, Her sacred domec involved in rolling fire,
Led by new stars, and borne by spicy gales ! A dreadful series of intestine wars,
For me the balm shall bleed, and amber flow,
The coral redden, and the ruby glow,