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by Alex Pope Eng SelectExtracts from Leonidas.

by Glover. ECSTACY.

by Thomas Parnell On Liberty and in Praise o M.Howard.

by Comper

&c. &c.

LONDON. Punted by 8 for I.Roach at the Britannia

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

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To the Rt. Hon. George Lord Lansdown. THY foress, Windsor ! and thy green retreats

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;
These, were my breast inspir'd with cqual 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 frive 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 Tome coy nymph her lover's warm address
Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress.
There, interspers’d in lawns and op'ning glades,
Thin trees arise that fhun each other's Shades: U 1)
Here in full light the ruffet plains extend
There, wrapt in clouds, the bluish hills afeend., ir
Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes sabi
And 'midft the defart fruitful fields apifegard
That crown'd with tufted trees and fringing corny!
Like verdant isles, the fable walle adorn.svg
Let India boall her plants, nor envy web
The weeping amber or the balmy creeg.172
While by our oaks the precious loads are borne, 33
And realms commanded which those trees adorn, 109
Not proud Olympus yields a nobler fight, is!
Tho' gods assembled grace his tow'ring height,
Than what more humble mountains offer here,
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 joy ful 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 past,
A dreary desart, and a gloomy waste;
To savage beafls and savage laws a prey;
And kings more furious and severe than they ;



Who claim'd the skies, difpeopled air and floods,
The lonelyi lords of empty wilds and woods:
Cities laid wäfte, 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 fway d ?
In vain kind seasons fwell’d the teeming grain,
Soft show'ss diftillid, and suns grew'warm in vain ;
The swain with tears his fruftrate labour yields,
And familh'd dies amidf his ripen’d fields,
What wonder then, a bealt or subjeét slain
Were equal crimes in a defporic teign?
Both dooin’d. alike for sportive tyrants bled ;
But while the fubject fary’d, the beast was fed,
Proud Nimrod for the bloody chace began ; .
A mighty hunter, and his prey was manz.
Our haughty Norman boalts that barb'rous nains,
And makes his trembling flaves the royal game.
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ravishid from chinduftrious swains,
From men their cities, and from gods their fanes :
The levellid towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er;
The hollow winds thro' naked temples roar ;
Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd;
O'er heaps of ruin slalk'd the stately hind-';
The fox obscene toʻgaping tombs retires ;
And favage howlings fill the sacred quires
Aw'd by his nobles, by his commons curst,
Th'oppressor ruld tyrannic where he durft ;


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