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And burghers, men immaculate perliaps.tuoi beli
In all their private functions, once combin'da ili
Become a loathsome body, only fit * 5d
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Against the charities of domestic life, oor
Incorporated seem at once to lose : 1.5"IL A r]
Their nature; 'and, disclaiming all regarde 1.1
For mercy and the common rights of man, i to
Build factories with blood, conducting trade i 90T
At the sword's point, and dyeing the white robe T
Of innocent commercial Justice red. ! in ot 1.9V
Hence too the field of glory, as the world nie g]
Misdeems it, dazzled by it's bright array, . ,31
With all it's majesty of thund'ring pomp, mr !
Enchanting music and immortal wreaths, }***
Is but a school, where thoughtlessness is taught
On principle, where foppery Stones
For folly, gallantry for ev'ry 'vice.

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But slighted as it is, and by the great
Abandon'd, and, which still I more regret,
Infected with the manners and the modes,
It knew not once, the country wins me still. - ? ?
I never fram'd a wish, or form’d a plan, klar!
That flatter'd me with hopes of earthly bliss, vel
But there I laid the scene. There early stray'd !

My fancy, ere yet liberty of choice
Had found me, or the bope of being free.
My very dreams were rural; rural too
The first-born efforts of my youthful muse,
Sportive and jingling her poetic bells,
Ere yet her ear was mistress of their pow'rs.
No bard could please me but whose lyre was tun'd
To Nature's praises. Heroes and their feats
Fatigu’díme, never weary of the pipe
Of Tityrus, assembling, as he sang,
The rustic throng beneath his fav’rite beech.
Then Milton had indeed a poet's charms :
New to my taste bis Paradise surpass'd
The struggling efforts of my boyish tongue,
To speak it's excellence. I danc'd for joy.
I marvell’d much that, at so ripe an age 1
As twice seven years, his beauties had then first

Engag'd my wonder; and admiring still,
And still admiring, with regret suppos'd
The joy half lost, because not sooner found.
There too enamour'd of the life I lov'd,
Pathetic in it's praise, in it's pursuit
Determin'd, and possessing it at last
With transports, such as favour'd lovers feel,
I studied, priz'd, and wish'd that I had known,!
Ingenious Cowley! and, though now reclaim'd
By modern lights from an erroneous taste,
I cannot but lament thy splendid wit

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2*43 to off riavl Entangled in the cobwebs of the schools, ghing AI still revere thee, courtly though retirds ICOT Though stretch'd at ease in Chertsey's silent bow'rs Not unemploy'd; and finding rich amends

Ciao For a lost world in solitude and verse. stoping 9H 'Tis born with all: the love of Nature's works » I Is an ingredient in the compound man, ini bite al Infus'd at the creation of the kind.

vid BoT And, though th' Almighty Maker has throughout Discriminated each from each, by strokes And touches of his hand, with so much art Diversified, that two were never found by pay s7 Twins at all points-yet this obtains in all, 18:11 That all discern a beauty in his works, det And all can taste them: minds, that have been form'd

. And tutor’d, with a relish more exact, But none without some relish, none unmov'd. It is a flame, that dies not even there, Where nothing feeds it: neither business, crowds, 1 Nor habits of luxurious city life, Whatever else they smother of true worth, my toe In human bosoms; quench it or abate.

MA The villas, with which London stands begirt, Like a swarth Indian with his belt of beads, sal Prove it. A breath of unadult rate air,

1997 The glimpse of a green pasture, how they cheer The citizen, and brace his languid frame!

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Evin in the stifling bosom of the town
A garden, in which nothing thrives, bas charms,
That 'sooth the rich possessor; much consolid,
That bere and there some sprigs of mournful mint,
Of nightshade, or valerian, grace the well
He cultivates. These serve him with a hint,
That Nature lives; that sight-refreshing green
Is still the liv'ry she delights to wear,
Though sickly. samples of th' exub'rant whole.
What are the casements lin'd with creeping herbs,
The prouder sashes fronted with a range
Of orange, myrtle, or the fragrant weed,
The Frenchman's darling*? are they not all proofs,
That man, immur'd in cities, still retains
His inborn inextinguishable thirst
Of rural sceries, compensating his loss
By supplemental shifts, the best he may ?
The most unfurnish'd with the means of life,
And they, that never pass their brick-wall bounds,
To range the fields, and treat their lungs with air,
Yet feel the burning instinct: over head
Suspend their crazy boxes, planted thick,
And water'd duly. There the pitcher stands
A fragment, and the spoutless tea-pot there;
Sad witnesses how close-pent man regrets
The country, with what ardour he contrives

peep at Nature, when he can no more.

• Mignonnette,

Hail, therefore, patroness of health and ease, And contemplation, heart-consoling joys, And harmless pleasures, in the throng'd abode Of multitudes unknown; bail, rural iife! Address himself who will to the pursuit Of honours, or emolument, or fame; I shall not add myself to such a chase, Thwart his attempts, or envy his success. Some must be great. Great offices will have Great talents. And God gives to ev'ry man The virtue, temper, understanding, taste, That lifts him into life, and lets him fall Just in the niche, he was ordain'd to fill. To the deliv'rer of an injur'd land He gives a tongue t' enlarge upon, a heart

t To feel, and courage to redress her wrongs ; To monarchs dignity ; to judges sense ; To artists ingenuity and skill ; To me, an unambitious mind, content In the low vale of life, that early felt A wish for ease and leisure, and ere long Found here that leisure and that ease I wish'd.

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