And well-tried virtues, could alone inspire
Witness a joy that thou hast doubled long.
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, 150 And that my raptures are not conjur'd up
To serve occasions of poetic pomp,
But genuine, and art partner of them all. How oft upon yon eminence our pace
Has slacken'd to a pause, and we have borne The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, While Admiration feeding at the eye,
And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene.
Thence with what pleasure have we just discern'd The distant plough slow moving, and beside 160 His lab'ring team, that swerv'd not from the track, The sturdy swain diminish'd to a boy! Here Ouse, slow winding through a level plain Of spacious meads with cattle sprinkled o'er, Conducts the eye along his sinuous course Delighted. There, fast rooted in their bank, Stand, never overlook'd, our fav'rite elms,
That screen the herdsman's solitary hut;
While far beyond, and overthwart the stream, That, as with molten glass, inlays the vale, The sloping land recedes into the clouds; Displaying on it's varied side the grace
Of hedge-row beauties numberless, square tow'r, Tall spire, from which the sound of cheerful bells Just undulates upon the list'ning ear,
Groves, heaths, and smoking villages, remote. Scenes must be beautiful, which, daily view'd, Please daily, and whose novelty survives Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years. Praise justly due to those that I describe.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of Ocean on his winding shore,
And lull the spirit while they fill the mind; Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves fast flutt'ring, all at once. Nor less composure waits upon the roar
Of distant floods, or on the softer voice
Of neighb'ring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length
In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course. Nature inanimate employs sweet sounds,
But animated nature sweeter still,
To sooth and satisfy the human ear.
Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one 200
The livelong night: nor these alone, whose notes Nice finger'd Art must emulate in vain,
But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime
In still repeated circles, screaming loud,
The jay, the pie, and ev'n the boding owl,
That hails the rising moon, have charms for me.
Angry, and sad, and his last crust consum'd.
So farewell envy of the peasant's nest! If solitude make scant the means of life, Society for me!-thou seeming sweet, Be still a pleasing object in my view; My visit still, but never mine abode.
Not distant far, a length of colonnade Invites us. Monument of ancient taste,
Now scorn'd, but worthy of a better fate. Our fathers knew the value of a screen
From sultry suns: and, in their shaded walks And long protracted bow'rs, enjoy'd at noon The gloom and coolness of declining day. We bear our shades about us; self-depriv'd Of other screen, the thin umbrella spread, And range an Indian waste without a tree. Thanks to Benevolus-he spares me yet
John Courtney Throckmorton, Esq., of Weston Underwood.
These chesnuts rang'd in corresponding lines; And, though himself so polish'd, still reprieves The obsolete prolixity of shade.
Descending now (but cautious, lest too fast)
A sudden steep, upon a rustic bridge
pass a gulf, in which the willows dip
Their pendent boughs, stooping as if to drink. Hence, ancle deep in moss and flow'ry thyme, 270 We mount again, and feel at ev'ry step
Our foot half sunk in hillocks green and soft, Rais'd by the mole, the miner of the soil.. He, not unlike the great ones of mankind, Disfigures Earth: and, plotting in the dark, Toils much to earn a monumental pile, That may record the mischiefs he has done.
The summit gain'd, behold the proud alcove, That crowns it! yet not all it's pride secures The grand retreat from injuries impress'd
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