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Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o’er,
70 On rifted rocks, the dragon's late abodes, The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods. Waste, sandy valleys, I once perplex'd with thorn, The spiry fir and shapely box adorn: To leafless shrubs the flowery palms succeed, 75 And odorous myrtle to the noisome weed, [mead, The lambss with wolves shall graze the verdant And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead.
Molli paulatim flavescet campus aristà,
Et duræ quercus sudabunt roscida mella. 'The fields shall grow yellow with ripened ears, and the red grape shall hang upon the wild brambles, and the hard oaks shall distil honey like dew.'
Isaiah, ch. xxxv. ver. 7.—The parched ground shall become a pool, and the thirsty land springs of water: in the habitations where dragons lay, shall be grass, and reeds, and rushes. Ch. lv. ver. 13.- Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the briar shall come up the myrtle-tree.' Ver. 77. The lambs with wolves, &c.] Virg. Ecl. iv. ver. 21.
Ipsæ lacte domum referent distenta capellæ
Occidet • The goats shall bear to the fold their udders distended with milk; nor shall the herds be afraid of the greatest lions. The serpent shall die, and the herb that conceals poison shall die.'
Isaiah, ch. xi. ver. 6, &c.- The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid, and the call and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them; and the lion shall eat straw like the ox. And the suckling child shall play on the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the den of the cockatrice.'
# Ch. lxv, ver. 21, 22
+ Ch. xxxv, ver. 1. 7.
$ Ch. xi, ver. 6-8.
The steer and lion at one crib shall meet,
96 And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow. See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day! No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn;
100 But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, nne unclouded blaze O'erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine! The seas** shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away :
106 But fix'd his word, his saying power remains ; Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns !
IMITATIONS. Ver. 85. Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise!) The thoughts of Isaiah, which compose
the latter part of the poems, are wonderfully elevated, and much above those general exclamations of Virgil, which make the loftiest parts of his Pollio.
Magnus ab integro saclorum nascitur ordo !
Aspice, venturo lateytur nt omnia sæclo! &c.
* Ch. Ixv. ver. 25.
+ Ch. lx. ver. 1. i Ch.lx. ver. 4.
$ Ch. lx. ver. 3. | Ch. 1x. ver. 6.
4 Ch, lx.ver. 19, 20, ** Ch. li. ver. 6. and ch, liv, ver. 10.
To the Right Hon. George Lord Lansdowne.
Quam sibi quæ Vari præscripsit pagina nomen. Thy forest, Windsor! and thy green retreats, At once the Monarch's and the Muses' seats, Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids ! Unlock your springs, and open all your shades. Granville commands : your aid, O muses, bring! What muse for Granville can refuse to sing?
The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long, Live in description, and look green in song; These, were my breast inspired 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 bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused; Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree. Here waving groves a checquer'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 repress. There, interspersed in lawns and opening 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. E'en the wild heath displays her purple dyes, 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 borne, And realms commanded which those trees adorn. Not prvud Olympus yields a nobler sight, Though gods assembled grace bis towering height,
Than what more humble mountains offer here,
Not thus the land appear'd in ages past,
Whom e'en the Saxon spared, and bloody Dane,
Ye vigorous swains! while youth ferments your
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 glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that filames with gold ?