WINDSOR-FOREST.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

GEORGE LORD LANSDOWN.

Non injussa cano: Te nostræ, Vare, myricæ,
Te Nemus omne canet; nec Phæbo gratior ulla est,
Quam sibi quæ Vari præscripsit pagina nomen.

VIRG.

WINDSOR-FOREST, *

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

GEORGE LORD LANSDOWN,

you shades.

THY forest, Windsor ! and thy green retreats,

At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats, Invite my lays. Be present sylvan Maids! Unlock your springs, and open

all
GRANVILLE commands ; your aid, O Muses, bring!
What Muse for GRANVILLE can refuse to sing? 6
The

groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long,
Live in description, and look green in song:
These, were my breast inspir'd with equal flame,
Like them in beauty, should be like in fame.
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 confus'd:
Where order in variety we see,

15 And where, tho' all things differ, all agree.

Here

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This Poem was written at ewo different times: the first part of it, which relates to the country, in the year 1704, at the same time with the Pastorals; the latter part was not added till the year 1913, in which it was published.

Vik. 7.] Allusion to Milton's Paradise Lost.

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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 tepress.
There, interspers’d in lawns and op'ning glades,
Thin trees arise that shun each other's shades.
Here in full light the russet plains extend :
There wrapt in clouds the blueish hills ascend.
Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes, 25
And ’midst the desert fruitful fields arise,
That crown'd with tufted trees and springing 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 born,
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 here, 35
Where, in their blessings, all those Gods appear.
See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd,
Here blushing Flora paints th' enamel'd ground,
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand;

40 Rich Industry sits smiling on the plains, And peace and plenty tell, a STUART reigns.

Not thus the land appear'd in ages past, A dreary desert, and a gloomy waste,

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