Or, growling horrid, as the brindled boar THESE BRITAIN knows not; give, ye BRITONS, then Your sportive fury, pitylefs, to pour Loofe on the nightly Robber of the Fold: Him, from his craggy winding haunts unearth'd, 475 Throw the broad ditch behind you; o'er the hedge High-bound, refiftlefs; nor the deep morafs Refuse, but thro' the shaking wilderness nice way; 480 Pick your into the perilous flood Bear fearlefs, of the raging inftinct full; And as you ride the torrent, to the banks Your triumph found fonorous, running round, From rock to rock, in circling echos tost. 485 BUT if the rougher fex by this fierce sport To fpring the fence, to rein the prancing fteed; 490 The The cap, the whip, the mafculine attire, And by this filent adulation, foft, To their protection more engaging Man. may their eyes no miferable fight, Save weeping lovers, fee! a nobler game, 495 500 Thro' love's enchanting wiles purfued, yet fled, 505 And, fashion'd all to harmony, alone In rapture warbled from love-breathing lips; To swim along, and fwell the mazy dance; 510 To train the foliage o'er the fnowy lawn; To guide the pencil, turn the tuneful page; 515 To lend new flavour to the fruitful year, And And heighten Nature's dainties; in their race To give fociety its highest tafte; Well-order'd Home Man's best delight to make; 520 And by fubmiffive wisdom, modeft skill, With every gentle care-eluding art, To raise the virtues, animate the bliss, And fweeten all the toils of human life: 525 This be the female dignity, and praise. Yɛ fwains now haften to the hazel-bank; Where, down yon dale, the wildly-winding brook Falls hoarfe from fteep to fteep. In close array, Fit for the thickets and the tangling fhrub, Ye virgins come. For you their latest fong The woodlands raife; the cluftering nuts for you The lover finds amid the secret shade; And, where they burnish on the topmost bough, With active vigour crushes down the tree; 530 535 Yet Yet thefe neglecting, above beauty wise, And far transcending fuch a vulgar praise. 540 HENCE from the bufy joy-refounding fields, From the deep loaded bough a mellow fhower 550 555 Dwells in their gelid pores; and, active points 560 Who Who nobly durft, in rhyme-unfetter'd verfe, In this glad season, while his sweetest beams 570 The fun fheds equal o'er the meeken'd day; Oh lose me in the green delightful walks 575 Of, DODINGTON, thy feat, ferene and plain; 580 New columns fwell; and still the fresh Spring finds New plants to quicken, and new groves to green. Full of thy genius all! the Mufes' feat; Where in the fecret bower, and winding walk, For virtuous YOUNG and thee they twine the bay. 585 Here wandering oft, fir'd with the restless thirst VOL. I. H Of |