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PRIT And servid alike his vassals and his God, Whom ev'n the Saxon spar'd, and bloody Dape,

omnis The wanton victims of his sport remain.

assile But see, the man who spacious regions gave

113 A walte for beats, himself denied a grave ! Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope survey, At once the chacer, and at once the prey : Lo! Rufus, tugging at the deadly dart, Bleeds in the forest like a wounded hart. Succeeding monarchis heard the subjects cries, Nor saw displeas'd the peaceful cottage rise. Then gath'ring flocks on unknown mountains fed ; O'er fandy wilds were yellow harvests spread ; The forests wonder'd at th’ unusual grain, And secret transport touch'd the conscious swain. Fair Liberty, Britannia's Goddess, rears Her cheerful head, and leads the golden years.

Ve vig'rous swains! while youth ferments your blood, And purer spirits swell the sprighily flood, Now range the hills, the gaineful woods beset, Wind the shrill horn, or spread the waving net. When milder autumn summer's heat succeeds, And in the new-fhorn field the partridge feeds, Before his lord the ready fpaniel bounds, Panting with hype, he tries the furrow'd grounds : But when the tainted gales the game betray, Couch'd close he lies, and meditates the prey :


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Secure they trust th' unfaithful field beset,
Till hov'ring o'er 'em fweeps the swelling net.
Thus (if small things we may with great compare) )
When Albion fends her eager fons to war,
Some thoughtless town, with ease and plenty bleft,
Near, and more near, the closing lines invell;
Sudden they seize th' amaz’d, defenceless prize,
And high in air Britannia's standard flies.

See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triuinphant wings :
Short is his joy , he feels the fiery wouud,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes,
His purple crest and Ycarlet-crefted eyes,
The vivid green his shining plumes unfold,
His painted wings, and breast, that flames with gold!

Nor yet, when moist. Ar&turus clouds the sky, The woods and fields their pleasing toils deny, To plains with well-breath'd beagles we repair, And trace the mazes of the circling hare (Beasts, urg'd by us, their fellow beasts pursue, And learn of man each other to unda): With flaught'ring guns th' unwearied fowler roves ; When frosts have whiten'd all the naked groves; Where doves in flocks the leadless trees o'ershade, And lonely woodcocks haunt the wa'ry glade. He lifts the tube, and levels with his eyes; Straight a short thunder breaks the frozen sky: A.


Oft, as in airy rings they kim the heath, to The clam'rous łapwings feel the leaden death ... Oft, as the mounting latks their notes prepare, 9 10% They fall, and leave their little lives in air. 5302:19-26

In genial spring, beneath the quiviring shade, kui on to Where cooling vapours breathe along the meadze' or I The patient fifher takes his filent fand, it is 51013 Intent, his angle trembling in his hand : HA With looks unmov'd he hopes the scaly breed, 1,97) And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed. Disa Our plenteous f'reams à various' race supply :1. sti. The bright-eyedʻperch, with fins of Tyrian dye; The filver eel, in thining volumes roll”d ; The yellow carp, in feales "bedrope with gold; Swift trouts, diverlified with crimson flains

;;! And pykes, the tyrants of the watory "Now Cancer glows with Phæbus fiery car; The youth rush eager

to the sylvan waig: 3 nits ;;;
Swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround,
Rouse the fleet hart, and cheer the opening hound.
Th' impatient courfer pants in every vein,
And pawing feems to beat the diftant plain :
Hills, vales, and floods appear already cross'd,
And ere he flarts a thousand heps are loft. **
See the bold youth train up the threat'ning Steep,
Ruth thro' the thickets, down the valleys sweep
Hang o'er their coursers heads with eager speed,
And earth rolls back beneath the flying feed.


Let old Arcadia boall her ample plain, X
Th' immoržal huntress, and her virgin-train ;, so our
Nor envy, Windsor! since thy shades have seen
As bright a Goddess, and as chalte a Queen : 1.7

parit Whose care, like her's, protects the sylvan reign; The carth's fairlight, and Empress of the main.

39 V Here too, 'tis sung, of old Diana Atray'd,

1999T And Cynthus’ top forsook for Windsor-shade; X Here was the feen o'er airy Waftes to rove, Seek the clear spring, or haunt the pathless grove ; Here arm'd with filyer bows, in carly dawn,

room Her buskind Virgins trac'd the dewy lawn.

Above the rest a rural nymph was fam’d,
Thy offspring, Thames! the fair Lodona nam'd
(Lodona's fate, in long oblivion cast,
The Mufe fall fing, and what she fings fhall laft:
Scarce could the Goddess from her nymph be known,
But by the crescent, and the golden zones
She corn'd the praise of beauty, and the care z now?
A belt her waift, a fillet binds, her hair ; - 'LOS
A pointed quiver on her shoulder sounds, T
And with her dart thelflying deer, she wounds, a bu
It chanc’d, as eager of the chace, the maid
Beyond the foteft's vendant limits Atray'd,

Pan faw and lov'd; and burning with defire,
Pursued her flight; her fight increas'd his firs
Not half fo swift the trembling doves can fly, we

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Not half so swiftly the fieree eagle moves,
When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doyes !
As from the God fhe flew with furious pace,

Or as the God more furious 'urg'd the chace.
Now fainting, finking, pale the nymph appears ;
Now close behind his sounding steps she hears ;
And now his shadow reach'd her as she run,
His shadow lengthen'd by the setting fun;
And now his shorter breath, with sultry air,
Pants on her neck, and fans her parting haife.
In vain on father. Thames she calls for aid,
Nor could Diana help her injur'd maid.”
Faint, breathless, thus she pray'd, nor pray'd in vain
“ Ah Cynthia ! ah--tho' banih d from thy train,

Let me, let me, to the Shades repair.
My native shades- there weep:

and murmur there."
She said, and melting as in tears she lay,
In a soft silver stream diffolu'd away,
The silver stream her virgin coldness keeps;
For ever murmurs, and for ever weeps ; .
Still bears the name the hapless virgin bore,
And bathes the forest where the rang'd before,
In her chaste current oft the Goddess laves,
And with celestial tears augments the waves, :
Oft in her glass the musing shepherd fpies
The headlong mountains and the downward skies,.
The wat’ry landskip of the pendant woods.
And absent trees that tremble in the floods

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