WINDSOR FOREST.

by Ale! Pope Eng Select Extracts from Leonidas.

by Glover ECSTACY.

by Thomas Parnell On Liberty and in Praise of M". Howard.

by Comper.

&c. Sc.

LONDON. Printed by for I. Roach,at the britannia

Printing Office. Weturn Sheet New Drury Theatre Royal May 1.1795,

W IN DSOR FOR E S T.

By ALEXANDER POPE.

To the Rt. Hon. George Lord Lansdowa. "HY forests, Windsor ! and thy green retreats, THY

At once the Monarch's and the Muses seats, Invite my lays. Be present, fylvan maids ! Unlock your springs, and open all your shades. Granville commands ; your aid, O Muses, bring! What Muse for Granville can refuse to sing ?

The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long,
Live in description, and look green in song;
Thefe, were my breast inspir’d with equal flaine,
Like them in beauty, should be like in fame.
Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,
Here earth and water seem to Rrive again!
Not chaos-like, together crush'd and bruis'de
But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd :
Where order in variety we see,
And where, tho' all things differ, all agree.
Here waving groves a chequer'd-scene display,
And part admit, and part exclude the day;
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As some coy nymph her lover's warm address
Nor quite indulgcs, nor can quite repress.
There, interspers'd in lawns, and op'ning glades,
Thin trees arise that shun each other's Shades:

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Here in full light the rufset plains extend ;
There, wrapt in clouds, the bluish hills afeend. ; .
Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyesd as bris
And ’midft the defart fruitful fields arifesi
That crown'd with tufted trees and fringing corny totoo
Like verdant illes, the fable walle adornavn:
Let India bpall her plants, nor envy we boje
The weeping amber or the balmy greeg da

ad bent While by our oaks the precious loads are borne,? 19.01 And realms commanded which those trees adorn, 3 Not proud Olympus yields a nobler fight, Tho' gods afsembled grace his tow'ring height, Than what more humble mountains offer here, *'3,: Where, in their blessings, all those gods appear..!!...! See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'de; Here blushing Flora paints th’enamell’d ground ; ; Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect ftand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand; Rich Industry fits smiling on the plains, And peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns.

Not thus the land appear'd in ages paft,
A dreary defart, and a gloomy waste ;

To savage beafls and savage laws a prey;
And kings more furious and severe than they ;

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Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and floods,
The lonelyi lords of empty wilds and woods :
Cities laid waste, they florin’d the dens and caves,
(For wiser brutes were backward to be flaves):
What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd,
And ev’n the elements a'tyrant sway d ?
In vain kind seasons fwelld the teeming grain,
Soft show'cs diftild, and suns grew'warm in vain
The Twain with tears his frustrate labour yields,
And fainish'd dies amiut his ripen'd fields,
What wonder then, a beaft or subject slain
Were equat crimes in a defporic reign ?
Both dooin'd alike for sportive tyrants bled;
But while the subject fary'd, the beast was fed,
Proud Nimrod Grad the bloody chace began ; -
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man;.
Our haughty Norman boalts that barb'rous nains,
And makes his trembling flaves the royal game.
The fields are

ravishid from th' industrious fwains,
From men their cities, and from gods their fancs :
The levellid towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er ;
The hollow winds thro' naked temples roar ;
Round broken columns clasping ivy iwin'd;
O'er heaps of ruin flalk'd the stately hind;
The fox obscene, toʻgaping tombs retires ;.
And savage howlings fill the sacred quires;
Aw'd by his nobles, by his commons curity
Th'oppressor rul'd tyrannic where he durft ;

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