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Or, growling horrid, as the brindled boar
These BRITAINknows not; give, ye Britons, then Your sportive fury, pityless, to pour
475 Loose on the nightly Robber of the Fold: Him, from his craggy winding haunts unearth'd, Let all the thunder of the chace pursue. Throw the broad ditch behind you; o'er the hedge High-bound, resistless; nor the deep morass
480 Refuse, but thro' the shaking wilderness Pick your
nice way; into the perilous flood Dear fearless, of the raging instinct full; And as you ride the torrent, to the banks Your triumph found fonorous, running round, 485 From rock to rock, in circling echos tost.
But if the rougher sex by this fierce sport
490 Uncomely courage, unbeseeming skill; To spring the fence, to rein the prancing steed;
The cap, the whip, the masculine attire,
And heighten Nature's dainties; in their race
525 This be the female dignity, and praise.
Ye fwains now haiten to the hazel-bank; Where, down yon dale, the wildly-winding brook Falls hoarse from steep to steep. In close array, Fit for the thickets and the tangling fhrub, 530 Ye virgins come.
their latest song The woodlands raise; the clustering 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; 535 Or shakes them ripe from the refigning husk, A glossy shower, and of an ardent brown, As are the ringlets of MELINDA's hair: MELINDA formd with every grace compleat,
Yet these neglecting, above beauty wise,
HENCE from the busy joy-resounding fields,
Who nobly durft, in rhyme-unfetter'd verse,
In this glad seafon, while his sweetest beams 570 The sun sheds equal o'er the meekend day; Oh lose me in the green delightful walks Of, DODINGTON, thy seat, ferene and plain; Where simple Nature reigns; and every view, Diffufive, spreads the pure Dorsetian downs, 575 In boundless prospect; yonder shagg’d with wood, Here rich with harveit, and there white with flocks ! Mean time the grandeur of thy lofty dome, Far-fplendid, seizes on the ravish'd eye. New beauties rise with each revolving day; 580 New columns (well; and still the fresh Spring finds New plants to quicken, and new groves to green. · Full of thy genius all! the Muses' seat; Where in the secret bower, and winding walk, For virtuous YOUNG and thee they twine the bay. 585 Here wandering oft, fir'd with the restless thirst