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Who visits with a gun, presents you birds,
Then gives a smacking buss, and cries,—no words F
Or with his hound comes hallowing from the stable,
MaktsWe with nods, and knees beneath a table;
Whose laughs are hearty, tho' his jests are coarse,
And loves you bell of all things—but his horse.

In fome fair ev'ning, on your elbow laid,
You dream of triumphs in the rural shade;
In pensive thought recall the fancy'd scene,
See coronations rile on every green;
Before you pals th' imaginary sights
Of lords, and earls, and dukes, and garter'd knights,
While the spread fan, o'er-shades your closing eyes;
Then give one flirt, and all the vision flies.
Thus vanilh scepters, coronets and balls,
And leave you in lone woods, or empty walls!

So when your slave, at fome dear idle time,
(Not plagu'd with headachs, or the want of rhyme)
S.ands in the streets, abstracted from the crew,
And while he seems to study, thinks of you;
Just when his fancy points your sprightly eyes,
Or sees the blufn of foft Partkenia rife,
6V?y pats my shoulder, and you vanilh quite,
Streets, chairs, and coxcombs rush upon my sight;
Vex'd to be still in town, I knit my brow.
Look four, and hum a tune, as you may now.

CHAP. XIII.

Of Descriptive Poetry.

DEscripsive Poetry is of univerfal use, since there is nothing in nature but what may be described. As poems of this kind, however, are intended more to delight, than instruct, great care should be taken to make them agreeable. The error which young people are most likely to run into is that of dwelling too long on minute circumstances; which not only renders the piece tedious, and trifling, but deprives the reader of the pleasure he would have in making little difcoveries of his own; for in descriptions that are intended as ornamental, the poet should never say fo much but that the reader may perceive he was capable of faying more, and left sume things unobserved in compliment to his fagacity. Milton's VAllegro and // Penseroso are to be admir'd on this account, as well as others, for in these every thing passes as it were in a review before you, and one thought starts a hundred. Descriptive Poems are made beautisul by similies properly introduced, images of seigned persuns, and allusions to ancient fables, or historical facts; as will appear by a perufal of the best of these poems, especially those of Milton abovemention'd, Denham\ Cooper's, Hill, and Pope's Windsor Forest. The VAllegro and // Penseroso we shall introduce as examples, but the others are too long for our purpose.

L'allegro: Or the lively Pleasures of Mirth.

Hence loathed melancholy,

Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born,

In Stygian cave forlorn
'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks and sights unholy,

Find out sume uncouth cell,
Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings,
And the night raven sings;

There under ebon shades, and low brow'd rocks,

As ragged as thy locks.

In dark Citnmerian desert ever dwell:
But come thou goddess sair and free,
In heav'n ycleap'd Euprosyne,
And by men, heart-easing mirth,
Whom lovely Venus at a birth,
With two sister Graces more
To ivy crowned Bacchus bore;
Or whether (as fome fages sing)
The frolic wind that breathes the spring,
Zephyr with Aurora playing,
As he met her once a maying,
There on beds of violets blue,
And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew,
Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair,
So buxom, blithe, .and debonair;
Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee
Jest and youthsul Jollity,
Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.

Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,

And love to live in dimple sleek;

Sport that wrinkled care derides,

And Laughter holding both his sides.

Come, and trip it as you go

On the light fantastic toe,

And in thy right hand lead with thee,

The mountain nymph sweet Liberty;

And if I give thee honour due,

Mirth, admit me of thy crew

To live with her, and live with thee,

In unreproved pleasures free;

To hear the lark begin his flight,

And singling startle the dull Night,

From his watch tow'r in the skies,

Till the dapple Dawn doth rise;

Then to come in spite of surrow,

And at my window bid good morrow,

Through the sweet-briar, or the vine,

Or the twisted eglantine:

While the cock with lively din

Scatters the rear of Darkness thin,

And to the stack, or the barn-door,

Stoutly struts his dames before:

Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn

Chearly rouse the flumb'ring Morn,

From the side of fome hoar hill,

Through the high wood echoing shrill:

Sometime walking not unseen

By hedge-row elms, or hillocks green,

Right against the eastern gate,

Where the great Sun begins his state,

Rob'd in flames and amber light,

The clouds in thoufand liveries dight,

While the plow-man near at hand

Whistles o'er the surrow'd land,

And the milk-maid singeth blithe,

And the mower whets his scythe,

And every shepherd tells his tale

Under the hawthorn in the dale.

Strait mine eye hath caught new pleasures

Whilst the landskip round it measures,

Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast The lab'ring clouds do often rest, Meadows trim with daisies pied. Shallow brooks, and rivers wide: Towers and battlements it sees Bofom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps fome beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighb'ring eyes. Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes. From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrjis met, Are at their favory dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses; And then in haste her bow'r she leaves, With Thejlylis to bind the sheaves; Or if the earlier seafon lead To thetann'd haycock in the mead. Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will,invite When the merry bells ring round, And the jocond rebecks found' To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd (hade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holy-day, Till the live-long daylight fail; Then to the spicy nut-brown ale, With stories told of many a seat, How fairy Mab the junkets eat i She was pincht, and pull'd, she faid, And he by friar's lanthorn l«d r Tells how the drudging goblin sweat, To earn his cream-feowl duly set, When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail had thresh'd the corn, That ten day-lab'rers could not end; Then lays him down the lubber siend, And stretch'd out all the chimney's length, Bates at the sire his hairy strength,

And crop-foil out of doors he flings,

Ere the sirst cock his matin rings,

Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,

By whisp'ring winds foon lull'd asleep.

Towered cities please us then,

And the busy hum of men,

Where throngs of knights and barons bold

In weeds of peace high triumphs hold,

With store of ladies whose bright eyes

Rain influence, and judge the prize

Of wit, or arms, while both contend

To win her grace, whom all commend.

There let Hymen oft appear

In faffron robe, with taper clear,

And pomp, and seast, and revelry,

With mask, and antique pageantry,

Such sights as youthsul poets dream

On summer eves by haunted stream.

Then to the well-trod stage anon,

If Johnson's learned fock be on,

Or sweetest Shake/pear, Fancy's child,

Warble his native wood-notes wild;

And ever against eating cares,

Lap me in foft Lydian airs,

Married to immortal verse,

Such as the meeting foul may pierce

In notes, with many a winding bout

Of linked sweetness long drawn out,

With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,

The melting voice through mazes running,

Untwisting all the chains that tye

The hidden foul of harmony i

That Orpheus self may heave his head

From golden slumber on a bed

Of heapt Ely/tan flow'rs, and hear

Such strains as would have won the ear

Of Pluto, to have quite set free

His half-regain'd Eurydice.

These delights if thou canst give,

Mirth with thee I mean to live.

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