Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,

Here earth and water seem to strive again; Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,

But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see,

And where, tho' all things differ, all agree. Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display,

And part admit, and part exclude the day; As some coy nymph her lover's warm address

Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress. There, interspers'd in lawns and opening

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glades,

Thin trees arise that shun each other's

shades.

ville of the opening lines. The aim was obviously that Pope should do for the peaceful triumph of Utrecht what Addison had done for Marlborough's victory at Blenheim in 1704. It is printed here because the conclusion was an afterthought, and in spite of it the poem as a whole substantially belongs,' as Courthope remarks, 'to the Pastoral period.' Pope ranked it among his 'juvenile poems.'

Here in full light the russet plains extend: There wrapt in clouds the bluish hills ascend.

Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes, And 'midst the desert fruitful fields arise, That crown'd with tufted trees and spring

ing corn,

Like verdant isles, the sable waste adorn. Let India boast her plants, nor envy we The weeping amber or the balmy tree, While by our oaks the precious loads are borne,

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And realms commanded which those trees adorn.

Not proud Olympus yields a nobler sight, Tho' Gods assembled grace his tow'ring height,

Than what more humble mountains offer

Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd; O'er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately bind; The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires, And savage howlings fill the sacred quires. Aw'd by his nobles, by his commons curst, Th' Oppressor ruled tyrannic where he durst, Stretch'd o'er the poor and church his iron rod,

And serv'd alike his vassals and his God. Whom ev'n the Saxon spar'd, and bloody Dane,

The wanton victims of his sport remain. But see, the man who spacious regions gave A waste for beasts, himself denied a grave!

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Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope survey,

At once the chaser, and at once the prey!