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Their hinds and shepherd girls shall dress. And in her hand, for sceptre, she does With simple hands thy rural tomb.
'Tway birchen sprays, with anxious fear Long, long, thy stone, and pointed clay entwin'd,
Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes, With dark distrust, and sad repentance O! vales, and wild woods, shall he say, fill'd, In yonder grave your Druid lies ! And stedfast hate, and sharp affliction
join'd, And fury uncontroul'd, and chastisement
unkind. (WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1914–1963.} THE SCHOOL-MISTRESS.
A russet stole was o'er her shoulders IN every village mark'd with little spire, thrown, Embower'd in trees and hardly known to A russet kirtle fenc'd the nipping air ; fame,
'Twas simple russet, but it was her own ; There dwells, in lowly shed and mean | 'Twas her own country bred the flock so
attire, A matron old, whom we Schoolmistress 'Twas her own labour did the fleece pre. name,
pare; Who boasts unruly brats with birch to And, sooth to say, her pupils rang'd tame;
around, They grieven sore, in piteous durance Through pious awe did term it passing pent,
rare, Awd by the power of this relentless For they in gaping wonderment abound, dame,
And think, no doubt, she been the And oft times, on vagaries idly bent,
greatest wight on ground.
Albeit, ne flattery did corrupt her truth,
Goody, good-woman, gossip, n'aunt, for. Near to this dome is found a patch so sooth, green,
Or dame, the sole additions she did hear; On which the tribe their gambols do dis- Yet these she challeng'd, these she held play,
right dear; An at the door imprisoning board is Ne would esteem him act as mought seen,
behove Lest weakly wights of smaller size Who should not honour'd eld with these should stray,
revere : Eager, perdie, to bask in sunny day! For never title yet so mean could prove, The noises intermix'd, which thence re. But there was eke a mind which did that sound,
title love. Do learning's little tenement betray, Where sits the dame, disguis'd in look profound,
Herbs too she knew, and well of each And eyes her fairy throng, and turns her could speak wheel around.
That in her garden sipp'd the silvery dew,
Where no vain flower disclos'd a gaudy Her cap, far whiter than the driven snew, streak, Emblem right meet of decency does But herbs for use and physic, not a few yield;
Of gray renown, within those borders Her apron dyd in grain, as blue, I trow, grew; As is the harebell that adorns the field; The tufted basil, pun-provoking thyme.
Fresh baum, and marygold of cheerful Ah! dearest Lord ! forefend, thilk days hue,
should e'er return. The lowly gill, that never dares to climb, And more I fain would sing, disdaining here to rhyme.
Right well she knew each temper to
descry, Yet euphrasy may not be left unsung, To thwart the proud, and the submiss to 'That gives dim eyes to wander leagues raise, around,
Some with vile copper prize exalt on And pungent radish, biting infant's tongue, high, And plantain ribb'd, that heals the And some entice with pittance small of reaper's wound,
praise, And marjoram sweet, in shepherd's posy And other some with baleful sprig she found,
'frays : And lavender, whose spikes of azure Ev'n absent, she the reins of power doth bloom
hold, Shall be, erewhile, in arid bundles bound, While with quaint arts the giddy crowd To lurk amidst the labours of her loom, And crown her kerchiefs clean with Forewarn'd, if little bird their pranks bemickle rare perfume.
hold, 'Twill whisper in her ear, and all the
scene unfold. Here oft the dame, on sabbath's decent
eve, Hymned such psalms as Sternhold forth
THE SCHOOL LET OUT. did mete ; If winter 'twere, she to her hearth did But now Dan Phoebus gains the middle cleave,
sky, But in her garden found a summer-seat : And Liberty unbars her prison-door, Sweet melody! to hear her then repeat And like a rushing torrent out they fly, How Israel's sons, beneath a foreign king, And now the grassy cirque han cover'd While taunting foe-men did a song en
With boisterous revel-rout and wild up. All for the nonce untuning every string,
roar; Upon their useless lyres-small heart had a thousand ways in wanton rings they they to sing.
Heaven shield their short-liv'd pastime, I For she was just, and friend to virtuous implore ! lore,
For well may freedom, erst so dearly And pass'd much time in truly virtuous won, deed ;
Appear to British elf more gladsome than And in those elfins' ears would oft de.
the sun. plore The times when Truth by Popisla rage Enjoy, poor imps ! enjoy your sportive did bleed,
trade, And tortuous death was true Devotion's And chase gay flies, and cull the fairest meed;
flowers, And simple Faith in iron chains did For when my bones in grass-green sods mourn,
are laid, That n'ould on wooden image place her For never may ye taste more careless creed;
hours And lawny saints in smouldering flames In knightly castles, or in ladies' bowers. did burn :
O vain to seek delight in earthly thing!
But most in courts, where proud Ambi. Whose honour'd names th' inventive city tion towers ;
own, Deluded wight I who weens fair peace Rendering through Britain's isle Salopia's can spring
praises known. Beneath the pompous dome of kesar or of king.
(MARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770.) See in each sprite some various bent appear !
THE MINGLED PAIN AND PLEA. These rudely carol, most incondite lay ; SURE ARISING FROM VIR. Those sauntering on the green, with
TUOUS EMOTIONS. jocund leer Salute the stranger passing on his way;
Pleasures of the Imagination. Some builden fragile tenements of clay,
BEHOLD the ways Some to the standing lake their courses Of Heaven's eternal destiny to man, bend,
For ever just, benevolent, and wise : With pebbles smooth at duck and drake That Virtue's awful steps, howe'er pur to play;
sued Thilk to the huckster's savoury cottage By vexing Fortune and intrusive Pain, tend,
Should never be divided from her chaste, In pastry kings and queens th' allotted Her fair attendant, Pleasure. Need I urge mite to spend.
Thy tardy thought through all the various
round Here as each season yields a different of this existence, that thy soft'ning soul store,
At length may learn what energy the hand Each season's stores in order ranged been, Of Virtue mingles in the bitter tide Apples with cabbage-net y'cover'd o'er,
Of passion swelling with distress and Galling full sore th' unmoney'd wight, pain, are seen,
To mitigate the sharp with gracious drops And gooseberry, clad in livery red or Of cordial Pleasure ? Ask the faithful green ;
youth, And here of lovely dye the catherine Why the cold urn of her whom long he pear,
lov'd Fine pear! as lovely for thy juice 1 So often fills his arms ; so often draws ween !
His lonely footsteps, at the silent hour, O may no wight e'er pennyless come to pay the mournful tribute of his tears ? there,
0! he will tell thee, that the wealth of Lest smit with ardent love he pine with worlds hopeless care !
Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego
That sacred hour, when, stealing from the See! cherries here, ere cherries yet noise abound,
Of Care and Envy, sweet Remembrance With thread so white in tempting posies soothes, tied,
With Virtue's kindest looks, his aching Scattering like blooming maid their breast, glances round,
And turns his tears to rapture. - Ask the With paraper'd look draw little eyes crowd, aside,
Which flies impatient from the village And must be bought, though penury be. walk
To climb the neighb'ring cliffs, when far The plum all azure, and the nut all brown, below And here, each season, do those cakes The cruel winds have hurl'd upon the abide,
Some hapless bark; while sacred Pity | Lie side by side in gore ;—when ruffian melts
Pride The gen'ral eye, or Terror's icy hand Usurps the throne of Justice, turns the Smites their distorted limbs and horrent pomp
Of public pow'r the majesty of rule, While ev'ry mother closer to her breast The sword, the laurel, and the purple Catches her child, and, pointing where robe, the waves
To slavish empty pageants, to adorn Foam through the shatter'd vessel, shrieks A tyrant's walk, and glitter in the eyes aloud,
Of such as bow the knee ;-when honour'd As one poor wretch, that spreads his piteous arms
Of patriots and of chiefs, the awful bust For succour, swallow'd by the roaring and storied arch, to glut the coward rage surge,
Of regal envy, strew the public way As now another, dash'd against the rock, With hallow'd ruins !—when the muse's Drops lifeless down. 01 deemest thou haunt, indeed
The marble porch where Wisdom, wont No kind endearment here by Nature giv'n
to talk To mutual Terror and Compassion's With Socrates or Tully, hears no more, tears?
Save the hoarse jargon of contentious No sweetly-smelling softness, which at. monks, tracts,
Orfemale Superstition's midnight pray'r; O'er all that edge of pain, the social When ruthless Rapine from the hand of pow'rs
Time To this their proper action and their Tears the destroying scythe, with surer end ?
blow Ask thy own heart; when, at the mid. To sweep the works of Glory from their night hour,
base; Slow through that studious gloom thy Till Desolation o'er the grass-grown pausing eye,
street Led by the glimm'ring taper, moves Expands his raven wings, and up the around
wall, The sacred volumes of the dead, the songs Where senates once the pride of monarchs Of Grecian bards, and records writ by
Hisses the gliding snake through hoary For Grecian heroes, where the present weeds, pow'r
That clasp the mould'ring column :-thus Of heav'n and earth surveys th' immortal defac'd, page,
Thus widely mournful when the prospect E'en as a father blessing, while he reads thrills The praises of his son ; if then thy som | Thy beating bosom, when the patriot's Spurning the yoke of these inglorious days,
Starts from thine eye, and thy extended Mix in their deeds and kindle with their flame :
In fancy hurls the thunderbolt of Jove, Say, when the prospect blackens on thy To fire the impious wreath on Philip's view,
brow, When rooted from the base, heroic states Os dash Octavius from the trophied car;Mourn in the dust, and tremble at the Say, does thy secret soul repine to taste frown
[band | The big distress? or wouldst thou then Of curs'd Ambition ;—when the pious exchange Of youths that fought for freedom and Those heart-ennobling sorrows for the lot their sires
Of him who sits amid the gaudy has
Of mute barharians bending to his nod And shelter from the blast, in vain we And bears aloft his gold-invested front, And says within himself, “I am a king, The tender plant should rear its blooming “And wherefore should the clam'rous head, voice of Woe
Or yield the harvest promis'd in its spring. "Intrude upon mine ear?”—The baleful Nor yet will ev'ry soil with equal stores dregs
Repay the tiller's labour ; or attend Of these late ages, this inglorious draught His will, obsequious, whether to produce Of servitude and folly, have not yet, The olive or the laurel. Diff'rent minds Blest be th' Eternal Ruler of the world! Incline to diff'rent objects one pursues Defil'd to such a depth of sordid shame The vast alone, the wonderful, the wild ; The native honours of the human soul, Another sighs for harmony and grace, Nor so effac'd the image of its sire. And gentlest beauty. Hence when light
The arch of heav'n, and thunders rock
the ground; ON TASTE.
When furious whirlwinds rend the howl. SAY, what is Taste, but the internal ing air, pow'rs
And Ocean, groaning from his lowest Active and strong, and feelingly alive
bed, To each fine impulse ? a discerning sense Heaves his tempestuous billows to the Of decent and sublime, with quick disgust From things deform’d, or disarrang'd, or Amid the mighty uproar, while below gross
The nations tremble, Shakspeare looks In species? This nor gems, nor stores of abroad gold,
From some high cliff, superior, and enjoys Nor purple state, nor culture can bestow; The elemental war. But Waller longs, But God alone, when first his active hand All on the margin of some flow'ry stream, Imprints the sacred bias of the soul. To spread his careless limbs, amid the He, Mighty Parent ! wise and just in all, cool Free as the vital breeze, or light of Of plantane shades, and to the listning heav'n,
deer Reveals the charms of Nature. Ask the The tale of slighted vows and Love's swain
disdain Who journeys homeward from a sum. Resounds, soft wa:bling, all the livelong mer-day's
day. Long labour, why, forgetful of his toils Consenting Zephyr sighs ; the weeping And due repose, he loiters to behold
rill The sunshine gleaming as through amber Joins in his plaint, melodious ; mute the clouds
groves ; O'er all the western sky! Full soon, I And hill and dale with all their echoes ween,
mourn. His rude expression, and untutor'd airs, Such and so various are the tastes of men. Beyond the pow'r of language, will unfold The form of Beauty smiling at his heart, How lovely! how commanding! But THE PLEASURES OF A CULTIthough Heav'n
VATED IMAGINATION, In every breast bath sown these early seeds
O BLEST of Heav'n, whom not the languid Of love and admiration, yet in vain,
songs Without fair Culture's kind parental aid, Of Luxury, the siren ! not the bribes Without enliv'ning suns and genial of sordid Wealth, nor all the gaudy show rs,