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These therefore are his own peculiar charge; Deciduous, when now November dark
He seeks a favoured spot; that where he builds
, or reeds, or hedge Less ostentatious, and yet studded thick Impervious to the wind. First he bids spread With hopeful gems. The rest, no portion left Dry fern or littered hay, that may imbibe That may disgrace his art, or disappoint Th' ascending damps ; then leisurely impose, Large expectation, he disposes neat
And lightly, shaking it with agile hand At measured distances, that air and sun, From the full fork, the saturated straw. Admitted freely may afford their aid,
What longest binds the closest forms secure And ventilate and warm the swelling buds. The shapely side, that as it rises takes, Hence Summer has her riches, Autumn hence, By just degrees, an overhanging breadth, And hence e'en Winter fills his withered hand Sheltering the base with its projected eaves; With blushing fruits, and plenty not his own.* Th' uplifted frame, compact at every joint, Fair recompense of labour well bestowed, And overlaid with clear translucent glass, And wise precaution; which a clime so rude He settles next upon the sloping mount, Makes needful still, whose Spring is but the child Whose sharp declivity shoots off secure Of churlish Winter, in her froward moods From the dashed pane the deluge as it falls. Discovering much the temper of her sire. He shuts it close, and the first labour ends. For oft, as if in her the stream of mild
Thrice must the voluble and restless earth Maternal nature had reversed its course,
Spin round upon her axle, ere the warmth She sings her infants forth with many smiles;
Slow gathering in the midst, through the square But, once delivered, kills them with a frown. He therefore, timely warned himself, supplies
Diffused, attain the surface; when, behold! Her want of care, screening and keeping warm
A pestilent and most corrosive steam, The plenteous bloom, that no rough blast may Like a gross fog Bæotian, rising fast,
And fast condensed upon the dewy sash, sweep His garlands from the boughs. Again, as oft
Asks egress; which obtained, the overcharged As the sun peeps and vernal airs breathe mild, And drenched conservatory breathes abroad, The fence withdrawn, he gives them every beam, In volumes wheeling slow, the vapour dank; And spreads his hopes before the blaze of day.
And, purified, rejoices to have lost To raise the prickly and green-coated gourd
Its foul inhabitant. But to assuage So grateful to the palate, and when rare Th' impatient fervour, which it first conceives So coveted, else base and disesteemed
Within its reeking bosom, threatning death Food for the vulgar merely—is an art
To his young hopes, requires discreet delay, That toiling ages have but just matured,
Experience, slow preceptress, teaching oft And at this moment unessayed in song.
The way to glory by miscarriage foul, Yet gnats have had, and frogs and mice, long Must prompt him, and admonish how to catch since,
Th’auspicious moment, when the tempered heat, Their eulogy; those sang the Mantuan bard, Friendly to vital motion, may afford And these the Grecian, in ennobling strains;
Soft fomentation, and invite the seed. And in thy numbers, Philips, shines for aye
The seed, selected wisely, plump and smooth, The solitary shilling. Pardon then,
And glossy, he commits to pots of size Ye sage dispensers of poetic fame,
Diminutive, well filled with well-prepared Th’ ambition of one meaner far, whose powers,
And fruitful soil, that has been treasured long, Presuming an attempt not less sublime,
And drank no moisture from the dripping clouds. Pant for the praise of dressing to the taste
These on the warm and genial earth, that hides Of critic appetite, no sordid fare,
The smoking manure, and o'erspreads it all, A cucumber, while costly yet and scarce.
He places lightly, and, as time subdues The stable yields a stercoraceous heap,
The rage of fermentation, plunges deep Impregnated with quick fermenting salts,
In the soft medium, till they stand immersed. And potent to resist the freezing blast:
Then rise the tender germs, upstarting quick, For, e'er the beech and elm have cast their leaf
And spreading wide their spongy lobes; at first
Pale, wan, and livid; but assuming soon, •'Miraturque novos fructus et nou sua poma. Virg.
If fanned by balmy and nutritious air,
Strained through the friendly mats, a vivid geeen. Live there, and prosper. Those Ausonia claims,
Yet just arrangement, rarely brought to pass
Sublime above the rest, the statelier stand.
Grudge not, ye rich, (since Luxury must have And covetous of Shakspeare's beauty, seen
Nor taste alone and well contrived display Grudge not the cost. Ye little know the cares, Suffice to give the marshalled ranks the grace The vigilance, the labour, and the skill,
Of their complete effect. Much yet remains That day and night are exercised, and hang Unsung, and many cares are yet behind, Upon the ticklish balance of suspense,
And more laborious; cares on which depends That ye may garnish your profuse regales Their vigour, injured soon, not soon restored. With summer fruits brought forth by wintry suns. The soil must be renewed, which, often washed, Ten thousand dangers lie in wait to thwart Loses its treasure of salubrious salts, The process. Heat and cold, and wind, and steam, And disappoints the roots; the slender roots Moisture and drought, mice, worms, and swarm-Close interwoven, and where they meet the vase ing flies,
Must smooth be shorn away; the sapless branch Minute as dust, and numberless, oft work Must fly before the knife; the withered leaf Dire disappointment, that admits no cure, Must be detached, where it strews the floor And which no care can obviate. It were long, Swept with a woman's neatness, breeding else Too long, to tell th'expedients and the shifts, Contagion, and disseminating death. Which he that fights a season so severe
Discharge but these kind offices, (and who Devises, while he guards his tender trust; Would spare, that loves them, offices like these ?) And oft at last in vain. The learned and wise Well they reward the toil. The sight is pleased, Sarcastic would exclaim, and judge the song The scent regaled, each odoriferous leaf, Cold as its theme, and like its theme, the fruit Each opening blossom freely breathes abroad Of too much labour, worthless when produced. Its gratitude, and thanks him with its sweets.
Who loves a garden loves a green-house too. So manifold, all pleasing in their kind, Unconscious of a less propitious clime,
All healthful, are th' employs of rural life, There blooms exotic beauty, warm and snug, Reiterated as the wheel of time While the winds whistle, and the snows descend. Runs round; still ending, and beginning still. The spiry myrtle with unwithering leaf Nor are these all. To deck the shapely knoll, Shines there and flourishes. The golden boast That softly swelled and gayly dressed appears Of Portugal and western India there,
A flowery island, from the dark green lawn The ruddier orange, and the paler lime, Emerging, must be deemed a labour due Peep through the polished foliage at the storm, To no mean hand, and asks the touch of taste. And seem to smile at what they need not fear. Here also grateful mixture of well-matched Th’amomum there, with intermingling flowers And sorted hues (each giving each relief, And cherries hangs her twigs. Geranium boasts And by contrasted beauty shining more) Her crimson honours; and the spangled beau, Is needful. Strength may wield the ponderous Ficoides, glitters bright the winter long.
spade, All plants, of every leaf, that can endure May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home; The winter's frown, if screened from his shrewd But elegance, chief grace the garden shows, bite,
| And most attractive, is the fair result
Of thought, the creature of a polished mind. Hopeless, indeed, that dissipated minds,
And profligate abusers of a world
Created fair so much in vain for them,
And what they will not taste must yet approve. Of close rammed stones has charged th' encum- What we admire we praise; and, when we praise bered soil,
Advance it into notice, that, is worth And fairly laid the zodiac in the dust.
Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
Of popular disgust, yet boldly still,
Scenes that I love, and with regret perceive
With meaner objects e'en the few she finds;
Stripped of her ornaments, her leaves and flowers,
She loses all her influence. Cities then
By roses; and clear suns, though scarcely felt;
From clamour, and whose very silence charms;
To be preferred to smoke, to the eclipse But it has peace, and much secures the mind That metropolitan volcanoes make, From all assaults of evil; proving still
Whose Stygian throats breathe darkness all day A faithful barrier, not o'erleaped with ease
long? By vicious Custom, raging uncontrolled
And to the stir of Commerce, driving slow, Abroad, and desolating public lite.
And thundering loud, with his ten thousand When fierce Temptation, seconded within
What England was,-plain, hospitable, kind,
To all the virtues of those better days,
Who had survived the father, served the son.
Is but a transient guest, newly arrived,
His patrimonial timber cast its leaf,
Well-managed, shall have earned its worthy price, Sells the last scantling, and transfers the price O innocent, compared with arts like these, To some shrewd sharper, ere it buds again. Crape, and cocked pistol, and the whistling ball Estates are landscapes, gazed upon awhile Sent through the traveller's temples! He that finds Then advertised, and auctioneered away. One drop of heaven's sweet mercy in his cup, The country starves, and they, that feed th' o'er- Can dig, beg, rot, and perish, well content, charged
So he may wrap himself in honest rags And surfeited lewd town with her fair dues, At his last gasp; but could not for a world By a just judgment strip and starve themselves. Fish up his dirty and dependent bread The wings, that waft our riches out of sight, From pools and ditches of the commonwealth, Grow on the gamester's elbows; and th' alert Sordid and sickening at his own success. And nimble motion of those restless joints, Ambition, avarice, penury incurred That never tire, soon fans them all away. By endless riot, vanity, the lust Improvement too, the idol of the age,
Of pleasure and variety, despatch, Ls fed with many a victim. Lo, he comes! As duly as the swallows disappear, The omnipotent magician, Brown, appears! The world of wandering knights and squires to Down falls the venerable pile, th' abode
town. Of our forefathers—a grave whiskered race, . London ingulfs them all! The shark is there, But tasteless. Springs a palace in its stead, And the shark's prey; the spendthrift, and tho But in a distant spot; where more exposed
leech It may enjoy th' advantage of the north,
That sucks him; there the sycophant, and he And aguish east, till time shall have transformed Who with bareheaded and obsequious bows Those naked acres to a sheltering grove. : Begs a warm office, doomed to a cold jail He speaks. The lake in front becomes a lawn; And groat per diem, if his patron frown. Woods vanish, hills subside, and valleys rise; The levee swarms, as if in golden pomp And streams, as if created for his use,
Were charactered on every statesman's door, Pursue the tract of his directing wand,
' Battered and bankrupt fortunes mended here." Sinuous or straight, now rapid and now slow, These are the charms, that sully and eclipse Now murmuring soft, now roaring in cascades—, The charms of nature. 'Tis the cruel gripe, Een as he bids! Th' enraptured owner smiles. That lean, hard-handed Poverty inflicts, Tis finished, and yet, finished as it seems, The hope of better things, the chance to win, Still wants a grace, the loveliest it could show, The wish to shine, the thirst to be amused, A mine to satisfy th' enormous cost.
That at the sound of Winter's hoary wing Drained to the last poor item of its wealth, Unpeople all our counties of such herds He sighs, departs, and leaves th' accomplished Of futtering, loitering, cringing, begging, loose, plan
And wanton vagrants, as mako London, vast That he has touched, retouched, many a long day And boundless as it is, a crowded coop. Laboured, and many a night pursued in dreams, O thou, resort and mart of all the carth, Just when it meets his hopes, and proves the Checkered with all complexions of mankind, heaven
And spotted with all crimes; in whom I see He wanted, for a wealthier to enjoy!
Much that I love, and more that I admire, And now perhaps the glorious hour is come, And all that I abhor; thou freckled fair, When, having no stake left, no pledge t' endear That pleasest and yet shock'st me, I can laugh, Her interests, or that gives her sacred cause And I can weep, can hope, and can despond, A moment's operation on his love,
Feel wrath and pity, when I think on thee! He burns with most intense and flagrant zeal Ten righteous would have saved a city once, To serve his country. Ministerial grace And thou hast many righteous.- Well for thee Deals him out money from the public chest; That salt prescrves thee; more corrupted else, Or, if that mine be shut, some private purse And therefore more obnoxious, at this hour, Supplies his need with a usurious loan,
Than Sodom in her day had power to be, To be refunded duly, when his vote,
For whom God heard his Abraham plead in vain.
THE WINTER EVENING.
ARGUMENT. The post comes in—The newspaper is read. --The world contemplated at a distanco.--Address to Winter.—The rural amusements of a winter evening compared with the fashionable ones.-Address to Evening.-A brown study.--Fall of snow in the evening. ---Tho wagoner. -A poor family piece.-The rural thief.—Public houses. The multitude of them cen. sured. --The farmers daughter; what she was--what she is.-The simplicity of country manners almost lost.-Causes of the change.--Desertion of the country by the rich.—Neglect of magistrates ---The militia principally in fault. --The new recruit and his transformation. -Reflection on bodies corporate. --The love of rural objects natural to all, and never to be tolally extinguished.
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, Sweats in the crowded theatre, and, squeezed That with its wearisome but needful length And bored with elbow-points through both his sides, Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Outscolds the ranting actor on the stage: Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright;- Nor his, who patient stands till his feet throb, He comes, the herald of a noisy world,
And his head thumps, to feed upon the breath With spattered boots, strapped waist, and frozen Of patriots, bursting with heroic rage, locks;
Or placemen, all tranquillity and smiles.
Fast bound in chains of silence, which the fair,
Here runs the mountainous and craggy ridge, To him indifferent whether grief or joy.
That tempts ambition. On the summit see Houses in ashes, and the fall of stocks,
The seals of office glitter in his eyes: Births, deaths, and marriages, epistles wet He climbs, he pants, he grasps them! At his heels, With tears, that trickled down the writer's cheeks, Close at his heels, a demagogue ascends, Fast as the periods from his fluent quill, And with a dexterous jerk soon twists him down, Or charged with amorous sighs of absent swains, And wins them, but to lose them in his turn. Or nymphs responsive, equally affect
Here rills of oily eloquence in soft His horse and him, unconscious of them all. Meanders lubricate the course they take, But O, th'important budget! ushered in The modest speaker is ashamed and grieved, With such heart-shaking music, who can say, T'engross a moment's notice; and yet begs, What are its tidings ? have our troops awaked ? Begs a propitious ear for his poor thoughts, Or do they still, as if with opium drugged, However trivial all that he conceives. Snore to the murmurs of the Atlantic wave? Sweet bashfulness ! it claims at least this praise ; Is India free? and does she wear her plumed The dearth of information and good sense, And jewelled turban with a smile of peace,
That it foretells us, always comes to pass. Or do we grind her still? The grand debate, Cataracts of declamation thunder here; The popular harangue, the tart reply,
There forests of no meaning spread the page, The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit, In which all comprehension wanders lost ; And the loud laugh-I long to know them all; While fields of pleasantry amuse us there I burn to set th' imprisoned wranglers free, With merry descants on a nation's woes. And give them voice and utterance once again. The rest appears a wilderness of strange
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, But gay confusion; roses for the cheeks, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And liljes for the brows of faded age, And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald, Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, Heaven, earth, and ocean, plundered of their sweets, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, Nectareous essences, Olympian dews, So let us welcome peaceful evening in;
Sermons, and city feasts, and favourite airs, Not such his evening, who with shining face Æthereal journeys, submarine exploits,