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In sage and solemn tunes have sung,
And let some strange mysterious dream
Wave at his wings in aery stream
Of lively portraiture display'd,
Softly on my eye-lids laid.
And as I wake, sweet music breathe
Above, about, or underneath,
Sent by some spirit to mortals good,
Or th' unseen Genius of the wood.
But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloisters pale,
And love the high embowed roof,
With antic pillars massy proof,
And storied windows richly dight,
Casting a dim religious light.
There let the pealing organ blow,
To the full voie'd quire below,
In service high, and anthems clear,
As may with sweetness, through mine ear,
Dissolve me into extasies,
And bring all Heav'n before mine eyes.
And may at last my weary age
Find out the peaceful hermitage,
The hairy gown and mossy cell,
Where I may sit and rightly spell
Of every star that Heav'n doth shew,
And every herb that sips the dew;
Till old Experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
These pleasures, Melancholy ! give,
And I with thee will choose to live.
Par t oftheEntertainment presented to thtCountessDowa%cr of Derby, at Harefteld, by some noble persons of htr family, 'who appear on the scene in pastoralhabit, movinr toward the seat of state, "with this song.
J-»oOK Nymphs, and Shepherds look,
This, this is she
Sitting like a goddess bright,
In the center of her light.
Might she the wise Latona be,
Who had thought this clime had held
A deity so unparallel'd?
As they come forward the Genius of the 'wood appears, and turning toward them, speahs.
Gen. Stay, gentle Swains, foi though in this disguise, I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes; Of famous Arcady ye are, and sprung Of that renowned flood, so often sung, Divine Alpheus, who by secret sluice Stole under seas to meet his Arethuse; And ye, the breathing roses of the wood, Fair silver-buskin'd Nymphs as great and good, I know this quest of yours, and free-intent Was all in honour and devotion meant To the great mistress of yon princely shrine, Whom with low reverence I adore as mine, And with all helpful service will comply To further this night's glad solemnity; And lead ye where ye may more near behold What shallow-searching Fame hath left untold } Which I full oft amidst these shades alone Have sat to wonder at, and gaze upon: for know by lot from Jove I am the power Of this fair wood, and live in oaken bower,
To nurse the saplings tall, and curl the grove