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Then gath'ring flocks on unknown mountains fed,
O'er fandy wilds were yellow harvefts fpread,
The forests wonder'd at th' unusual grain,
And secret transport touch'd the confcious fwain.
Fair Liberty, Britannia's Goddefs, rears
Her chearful head, and leads the golden years.


Ye vig'rous fwains! while youth ferments your blood,

And purer spirits swell the sprightly flood,

Now range the hills, the gameful woods befet, 95
Wind the fhrill horn, or spread the waving net.
When milder autumn fummer's heat fucceeds,
And in the new-fhorn field the partridge feeds,
Before his lord the ready spaniel bounds,
Panting with hope, he tries the furrow'd grounds;
But when the tainted gales the game betray,
Couch'd close he lies, and meditates the prey:




Oh may no more a foreign master's rage,
With wrongs yet legal, curfe a future age!



Still fpread, fair Liberty! thy heav'nly wings, Breath plenty on the fields, and fragrance on the fprings. P.

VER. 97.

When yellow autumn fummer's heat fucceeds, And into wine the purple harveft bleeds *, The partridge feeding in the new-fhorn fields, Both morning sports and ev'ning pleasures yields. Perhaps the Author thought it not allowable to describe the sezfon by a circumftance not proper to our climate, the vintage. P.


VER. 89. Miraturque novas frondes et non fua poma.


Secure they truft th' unfaithful field befet,

'Till hov'ring o'er 'em sweeps the fwelling net.
Thus (if small things we may with great compare)
When Albion fends her eager fons to war,
Some thoughtless Town, with ease and plenty bleft,
Near, and more near, the closing lines invest;
Sudden they feize th' amaz'd, defenceless prize,
And high in air Britannia's standard flies,

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See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings : Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah! what avail his gloffy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold? Nor yet, when moist Arcturus clouds the fky, "The woods and fields their pleafing toils deny. 120 To plains with well-breath'd beagles we repair, And trace the mazes of the circling hare: (Beafts, urg'd by us, their fellow beafts purfue, And learn of man each other to undo.)

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VER. 107. It food thus in the first Editions,



Pleas'd, in the Gen'ral's fight, the hoft lie down
Sudden before fome unfufpecting town;

The young, the old, one inftant makes our prize,
And o'er their captive heads Britannia's standard flies.

VER. 115.


nec te tua plurima, Pantheu, Labentem pietas, vel Apollinis infula texit. Virg.

With flaught'ring guns th' unweary'd fowler roves,
When frofts have whiten'd all the naked groves ;
Where doves in flocks the leaflefs trees o'ershade,
And lonely woodcocks haunt the wat'ry glade.
He lifts the tube, and levels with his eye;
Strait a fhort thunder breaks the frozen sky :
Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath,
The clam'rous Lapwings feel the leaden death :
Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare,
They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

In genial fpring, beneath the quiv'ring fhade,
Where cooling vapours breathe along the mead,
The patient fisher takes his filent ftand,
Intent, his angle trembling in his hand :
With looks unmov'd, he hopes the fcaly breed,
And eyes the dancing cork, and bending reed.
Our plenteous ftreams a various race fupply,
The bright-ey'd perch with fins of Tyrian dye,
The filver eel, in fhining volumes roll'd,
The yellow carp in scales bedrop'd with gold,
Swift trouts, diversify'd with crimson stains,
And pykes, the tyrants of the watry plains.
Now Cancer glows with Phoebus' fiery car:
The youth rufh eager to the fylvan war,







VER. 126. O'er ruftling leaves around the naked groves..

VER. 129. The fowler lifts his levell'd tube on high. P.


VER. 134. Præcipites aktą vitam fub nabe relinguunt.



Swarm o'er the lawns, the foreft walks furround,
Rouze the fleet hart, and chear the opening hound.
Th' impatient courfer pants in ev'ry vein,
And pawing, feems to beat the distant plain :
Hills, vales, and floods appear already crofs'd,
And e'er he starts, a thousand steps are loft.


See the bold youth ftrain up the threat'ning fteep,
Rush thro' the thickets, down the valleys sweep,
Hang o'er their courfers heads with eager speed,
And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed.
Let old Arcadia boaft her ample plain,

Th' immortal huntrefs, and her virgin train; 160
Nor envy, Windfor! fince thy fhades have feen
As bright a Goddess, and as chaste a QUEEN;
Whofe çare, like hers, protects the sylvan reign,
The Earth's fair light, and Empress of the Main.
Here too, 'tis fung, of old Diana ftray'd, 165
And Cynthus' top forfook for Windfor shade;
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VER. 162. Queen ANNE.



VER. 151. Th' impatient courfer, etc.] Tranflated from Statius,

Stare adeo miferum eft, pereunt veftigia mille

Ante fugam, abjentemque ferit gravis ungula campum. Thefe lines Mr. Dryden, in his preface to his tranflation of Frefnoy's Art of painting, calls wonderfully fine, and fays they would cost him an hour, if he had the leisure to tranflate them, there is fo much of beauty in the original; which was the reafon, I fuppofe, why Mr. P. tried his ftrength with them.

VER. 158. and earth rolls back] He has improved his original,

terraque urbefque recedunt.


Here was fhe feen o'er airy waftes to rove,
Seek the clear fpring, or haunt the pathlefs grove;
Here arm'd with filver bows, in early dawn,
Her buskin'd Virgins trac'd the dewy lawn.


Above the reft a rural nymph was fam'd, Thy offspring, Thames! the fair Lodona nam'd; (Lodona's fate, in long oblivion caft,

The Muse shall fing, and what she fings fhall laft.) Scarce could the Goddess from her nymph be known,



But by the crefcent and the golden zone.
She fcorn'd the praife of beauty, and the care;
A belt her waift, a fillet binds her hair;
A painted quiver on her fhoulder founds,
And with her dart the flying deer she wounds,
It chanc'd, as eager of the chace, the maid
Beyond the foreft's verdant limits stray'd,
Pan faw and lov'd, and burning with defire
Purfu'd her flight, her flight increas'd his fire.
Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid fky;
Not half fo fwiftly the fierce eagle moves,
When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves;
As from the God fhe flew with furious pace,
Or as the God, more furious, urg'd the chace.

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VER. 175.

Nec pofitu variare comas; ubi fibula veftem,
Vitta coercuerat neglectos alba capillos.


VER. 183, 186.

Ut fugere accipitrem penna trepidante columbæ,
Ut folet accipiter trepidas agitare columbas.


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