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That linging up to heaven-gate afcend,
Bear on your wings, and in your notes His praife*
Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
The earth, and stately treadj or lowly creep;
Witnefs if I be silent, morn or even,
To hill or valley, fountain or frefh lhade,
Made vocal by my fong, and taught His praife.
Hail, univerfal Lord! be bounteous still
To give us only good; and if the night
Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd,
Difperfe it, as now light difpels the dark.
Hence, loathed Melancholy!
Of Orberas and blackest Midnight born,
In Stygian cave forlorn,
'Mongst bornd lhapes' and lhrieks, and sights unholy.
Find out fome uncouth cell,
Where broodmg Darknefs fpreads his jealous wings.
And the night-raven sings;
There under ebon lhades, and low-brow'd rocks,
As ragged as thy locks,
In dark Cimmerian defert ever dwell.
But come, thou Goddefs, lair and free,
In Heav'n yclep'd Euphrofyne,
And by men, heart-easing Mirth,
Whom lovely Venus at a birth,
With two lister graces more,
To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore.
Or whether (as some fages sing)
The frolic wind that breathes the fpring,
Zephyr, with Aurora playing,
As he met her once a maying,
There on beds of violets blue,
And frefh-blown rofes waih'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 youthful JolUy,
Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wilet,
Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles,
Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,
And love to live in dimple fleek;
Sport, that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter, holding both his sides.
Cume, and trip it, as you go,
On the light fantastic toe;
And in thy right hand lead with thee
The mountain nymph, fweet Liberty;
And if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew.
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreproved pleafures free;
To hear the lark begin his flight.
And singing startle the dull night,
From his watch-towir in the skiei,
Till the dappled dawn doth rife;
Then to come in fpite of forrow,
And at my window bid goud-morrov,
Through the fweet-briar, or the vine,
Or the twifted eglantine:
While the cock, with lively dist
Scatters the rear of darknefs thin.
And to the stack, or the barn-door,
Stoutly struts his dames before:
Oft iifl'ning how the hounds and horn
Cheer I j roufe the flumb'ring morn,
From the side of fome hoar hill,
Through the high wood echoing ihrili:
Sometime walking not unfeen,
By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green,
Right against the eastern gate,
Wliere the great fun begms his state,
Jtob'd in flames, and amber light,
The clouds in thoufand liveries dight;
While the ploughman near at hand
Whistles o'er the furrow'd land,
And the milk-maid singeth blithe,
And the mower whets his sit he,
And ev'ry lhepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleafures
Whilst the landfcape round it meafures;
Ruffet lawns, and fallows gray,
Where the nibbling flocks do stray,
Mountains, on whofe barren breast
The lab*ring clouds do often rest,
Meadows trim with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide:
Tow'rs and battlements it fees,
Bofom'd h;gh in tufted trees,
Where perhaps fome beauty lies,
The Cynofure of ne'ghb'ring eyes.
Hard by a cottage chimney fmokes*
From betwixt two aged oaks,
Where Corydon and Thyrsis met.
Are at their favoury dinner fet
Of herhs and other country meffes.
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses,
And then in haste her how'r fhe leaves,
With Theflylisto hind the sheaves;
Or, if the earlier feafon lead,
To the tann'd hay-cock in the mead.
Sometimes with fecure delight
The upland hamlets will invite,
When the merry hells ring round,
And the jocund rehecs found
Tr> many a youth and many a ma.:4,
Dancing in the chequer'd shade;
And young and old come forth to play
On a sunfhine holy-day.
Till the live-long day-light fail;
Then to the fpicy nut-hrown ale,
With stories told of many a feat,
How fairy Mah the junkets eat;
She was pinch'dand pull'd, fhe faid.
And he hy frier's l an thorn led;
Tells how the drudging gohlin fweat,
To earn his cream-howl duly fet,
When in one night, ere glimpfe of morn.
His fhadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn,
That ten day-lah'rers could not end;
Then lies him down the luhhar siend,
And stret h'd out all the chimney's length.
Basks at the sire his hairy ftrength,
And crop-lull out of doors he flings,
£re the sirst cock his matin rmgs.
Thus done the tales; lo bed they creep,
By whifp'ring winds foon lull'd afleep.
Towered cities pleafe us then,
And the bufy hum of men,
Where throngs of knights and barons bold
In weeils of peace high triumphs hold,
With store of ladies, whofe 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 faflT.on robe with taper clear,
And Pomp, and Feast, and Revelry,
With malk and antique pageantry;
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On fummer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Johnfon's learned fock be on,
Or fweetest Shakfpeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
And ever against eating cares,
Lap me in foft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verle,
Such m the meeting foul may pierce,
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked fweetnese long drawn out,
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running;
Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden foul of harmony;
That Orpheus' felf may heave his head
From golden flumber on a bed