Roab'd in Flames, and Amber light, The Clouds in thousand Liveries dight, Whistles o'er the Furrow'd Land, And the Milkmaid fingeth blithe, eye hath caught new pleasures Whilft the Lantskip round it measures, Ruffet Lawns, and Fallows Gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whofe barren breast The labouring Clouds do often rest, 23: Bofom'd high in tufted Trees, Where perhaps fome beauty lies, The Cynofure of neighbouring eyes. Hard by, a Cottage chimney smokes.on Where Corydon and Thyrfis met, Are at their favoury dinner fet To the tann'd Haycock in the Mead, The up-land Hamlets will invite, To many a Youth, and many a Maid, And young and old come forth to play Till the live-long day-light fail, Then to the Spicy Nut-brown Ale, And by the Friars Lanthorn led Tells Tells how the drudging Goblin fwet, To earn his Cream-bowle duly fet, By whispering Winds foon lull'd asleep. And the bufie humm of men, Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold, To win her Grace, whom all commend, In Saffron robe, with Taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, If Johnson's learned Stock be on, Such as the meeting Soul may pierce That Orpheus felf may heave his head From Golden flumber on a Bed Of heapt Elyfian flowers, and hear Such ftreins as would have won the ear Of Of Pluto, to have quite fet free These delights, if thou canst give, 1 Il Penferofo. Ence vain deluding joyes HE The brood of folly without father bred, How little Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys, Dwell in fome idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes poffefs, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that People the Sun Beams, Or likeft hovering dreams The fickle Penfioners of Morpheus train, But hail thou Goddefs, fage and holy, maklu |