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Some time walking not unseen
By hedge-row elms, on hillocs green.
Right against the eastern gate,
Where the great sun begins his state, 6*
Rob'd in flames and amber light,
The clouds in thousand liveries dight,
While the plow-man near at hand
Whistles o'er the furrow'd land,
And the milkmaid singeth blithe, 65
And the mower whets his sithe,
And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Strait mine eye hath caugnt new pleasures
Wnilst the landskip round it measures, 79
Russet lawns, and fallows gray,
Where the nibbling flocks do stray,
Mountains on whole barren breast
The laboring clouds do often rest,
Meadows trim witn daisies pied, 75
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.
Towers and battlements it fees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighboring eyes. So
Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes,
From betwixt two aged oaks,
Where Corydon and Thyrsis met,
Are at their savory dinner set
Of herbs, and other country messes, 85
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses;.
And then in haste her bower she leaves,
To the tann'd haycock in the mead. go
Sometimes with secure delight
To many a youth, and many a maid, 05
Dancing in the chequer'd shade;
With stories told of many a feat,
Tells how the drudging Goblin swet, 105
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
And stretch'd out all the chimney's length,
By whispering winds soon lull'd asleep.
Tovvred cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men,
Where throngs of knights and barons bold
In weeds of peace high triumphs hold, I20
With store of ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit, or arms, while both contend
To win her grace, whom all commend.
There let Hymen oft appear I2r
In faffron robe, with taper clear,
And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With made and antique pageantry,
Such sights as youthsul poets dream,
On summer eves by haunted stream. I30
Then to the well-trod stage anon.
If Jonson's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespear, fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
And ever against eating cares, \ ir
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting foul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out, 140
With wanton heed, and giddy cunnino-,
The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwisting all the chains that ty
The hidden soul of harmony;
That Orpheus' self may heave his head 145
From golden slumber on a bed
Of heapt Elysian flowers, and hear
Such strains as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite set free
His half-regain'd Eurydice. 150
These delights if thou canst give,
Mirth, with thee I mean to live.
HENCE, vain deluding joys,
Or sill the sixed mind with all your toys!
And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless
As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likeliest hovering dreams
The sickle pensioners of Morpheus' train. 10
But hail, thou Goddess, sage and holy!
O'erlaid with black, staid wisdom's hue;
The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended:
His daughter she (in Saturn's reign, 25
Such mixture was not held a stain).
While yet there was no fear of Jove. 30
Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure,
And fable stole of Cyprus lawn, 35
Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
There held in holy paffion still,
Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet,