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THE

WORKS

OF THE

ENGLISH POETS.

WITH '

PREFACES,

BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL,

BY SAMUEL JOHNSON.



VOLUME THE THIRTIETH.



LONDON:

PRINTED BY A. STRAHANJ

"OR J. BUCKLANU, J. RIVINGTON AND SONS, T. PAYNE
AND SON, L. DAVIS, B. WHITE AND SON, T. LONGMAN,
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T. CADELL, J. NICHOLS, J. JOHNSON, G. G. J. AND
J. ROBINSON, R. BALDWIN, H. L. GARDNER,
P.ELMSLY, T.EVANS, G.NICOL, LEIGH AND SOTHEBY,
J. BEW, N. CONANT, J. MURRAY, J. SEWELL, W.
GOLDSMITH, W. RICH AR DSON, T. VERNOR,W. LOWNDES,
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THE

THIRTIEH VOLUME

OF THE

ENGLISH POETS;

CONTAINING

ADDISON.



Vol. XXX.



THE

POEMS



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JOSEPH ADDISON.



Vol. XXX.



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TO THE

RIGHT HONOURABLE JAMES CRAGGS,ESQi.

HIS majesty's principal secretary of state.

DEAR SIR,

I CANNOT wifti that any of my writings fhould
laft longer than the memory of our friendlhip ;
and, therefore, I thus publicly bequeath them to
you, in return for the many valuable inftances of
your afFedlion.

That they may come to you with as little difad-
vantage as poffible, I have left the care of them to
one *, whom, by the experience of fome years, I
know well qualified to anfwer my intentions. He
has already the honour and happinefs of being
under your protedion ; and, as he will very much
Hand in need of it, I cannot wifh him better, than
that he may continue to deferve the favour and
countenance of fuch a patron.

I have no time to lay out in forming fuch com-
pliments, as would but ill fuit that familiarity be-
tween us, which was once my greateft pleafure,
and will be my greatefc honour hereafter. Inftead
of them, accept of my hearty wi{hes, that the
great reputation you have acquired fo early, may

♦ Mr. TickeU.
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4. DEDICATION.

increafe more and more : and that you may long
ferve your country with thofe excellent talents, and
unblemiihed integrity, which have fo powerfully
recommended you to the mofl gracious and amiable
Monarch that ever filled a throne. May the frank-
nefs and generofity of your fpirit continue to foften
and fubdue your enemies, and gain you many
friends, if poifible, as fmcere as yourfelf. When
you have found fuch, they cannot wifh you more
true happinefs than I, who am, with the greateft
zeal.

Dear SIR,

Your mod entirely afFe£lionate friend,

iand faithful obedient fervant,

June4, 1719, J. ADDISON.



POEMS

B Y

MR. ADDISON,



TO MR. DRYDEN.

'OW long, great Poet, fhall thy facred lays '
Provoke our wonder, and tranfcend our praife ?
Can neither injuries of time, or age.
Damp thy poetic heat, and quench thy rage ?
Not fo thy Ovid in his exile wrote.
Grief chill'd his breaft, and check'd his rifing thought :
Penfive and fad, his drooping Mule betrays
The Roman genius in its lafl decays.

Prevailing warmth has flill thy mind poffell:.
And fecond youth is kindled in thy bread ;
Thou mak'ft the beauties of the Romans knoivn.
And England boafts of riches not her ovv^n ;
Thy lines have heightened Virgil's majefly.
And Horace wonders at himfelf in thee*
Thou teacheft Perfius to inform our ifle
In fmoother numbers, and a clearer ftyle j
And Juvenal, inflrufted in thy page.
Edges his fatire, and improves his rage,
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6 A D D I S O N's P O E M S.

Thy copy cafts a fairer light on all.
And flill out-fhines the bright original.

Now Ovid boafls th' acf^antage of thy fong.
And tells his ftory in the Britifh tongue ;
Thy charming verfe, and fair tranflations, ihow
How thy own laurel firft began to grow :
How wild Lycaon, chang'd by angry gods.
And frighted athimfelf, ran howling through the woods,

O may 'ft thou flill the noble tafk prolong.
Nor age, nor ficknefs, interrupt thy fong :
Then may we wondering read, how human limbs
Have water'd kingdoms, and diflblv'd in flreams ;
Of thofe rich fruits that on the fertile mold
Turned yellow by degrees, and ripen'd into gold 5
How fome in feathers, or a ragged hide.
Have liv'd a fecond life, and different natures try'd.
Then will thy Ovid, thus transformed, reveal
A nobler change than he himfelf can tell.

Magd. College, Oxon.

June 2, 1693.
The Author's age az.



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A P O E M

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HIS MAJESTY*,

PRESENTED TO THE LORD KEEPER.



T O

THE RIGHT HON. SIR JOHN SOMERS,

LORD KEEPER OF THE GREAT SEAL,
1695.

JF yet your thoughts are loofe from flate aifairs.

Nor feel the burden of a kingdom's cares ;
If yet your time and aflions are your own ;
Receive the prefent of a Mufe unknown :
A Mufe that, in adventurous numbers, fmgs
The rout of armies, and the fall of Kings,
Britain advanc'd, and Europe's peace reftor'd.
By Somers' counfels, and by NafTau's fword.

To you, my Lord, thefe daring thoughts belong
Who help'd to raife the fubjeft of my fong ;
To you the hero of my verfe reveals
His great defigns, to you in council tells
His inmoft thoughts, determining the doom
Of towns unllorm'd, and battles yet to come.

* King William,
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And well could you, in your Immortal flrains,
Defcribe his condudl, and reward his pains :
But, fmce the ftate has all your cares engrofs'd.
And poetry in higher thoughts is loft.
Attend to what a lefTer Mufe indites.
Pardon her faults, and countenance her flights.
On you, my Lord, with anxious fear I wait.
And from your judgement muft expeft my fate.
Who, free from vulgar paflions, are above
Degrading envy, or mifguided love ;
If you, well pleas 'd, fhall fmile upon my lays.
Secure of fame, my voice I '11 boldly raife.
For next to what you write, is what you praife.



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TO THE KING.

"iirr H e N now the bufmefs of the field is o*er.

The trumpets fleep, and cannons ceafe to roar.
When every difmal echo is decay 'd.
And all the thunder of the battle laid ;
Attend, aufpicious prince ; and let the Mufe
In humble accents milder thoughts infufe.

Others, in bold prophetic numbers fkill'd.
Set thee in arms, and led thee to the field ;
My Mufe expecting on the Britilh llrand
Waits thy return, and welcomes thee to land :
She oft has feen thee prefling on the foe.
When Europe was concern'd in every blow;
But durll not in heroic firains rejoice;
The trumpets, drums, and cannons, drown'd her voice :
She faw tjie_B^ne run thick with human gore.
And floating corps lie beating on the Ihore ;
She faw thee climb the banks, but try'd in vain
To trace her Hero through the dully plain.
When through the thick embattled line? he broke.
Now plung'd amidft the foes, now loft in clouds of
fmoke.

O that fome Mufe, renown'd for lofty verfe.
In daring numbers would thy toils rehearfe !
Draw thee belov'd in peace, and fear'd in wars,
Inur'd to noon-day fweats, and mid-night cares 1
But flill the God-like man, by fome hard fate^
Receives the glory of his toils too late;



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Too late the verfe the mighty aft fucceeds.
One age the hero, one the poet breeds.

A thoufand years in full fucceffion ran.
Ere Virgil rais'd his voice, and fang the man
Who, driven by ftrefs of fate, fuch dangers bore
On ftormy feas, and a difallrous fhore.
Before he fettled in the promis'd earth.
And gave the empire of the world its birth.

Troy long had found the Grecians bold and fierce.
Ere Homer mufter'd up their troops in verfe ;
Long had Achilles quell 'd the Trojans' lull.
And laid the labour of the gods in dull.
Before the towering Mufe began her flight.
And drew the hero raging in the fight,
Engag'd in tented fields and rolling floods.
Or flaughtering mortals, or a match for gods.

And here, perhaps, by fate's unerring doom.
Some mighty bard lies hid in years to come.
That fliall in William's god-like a6ls engage.
And v/ith his battles warm a future age ;
Hibernian fields iTiall here thy conquefts fliow.
And Boyne be fung, when it has ceas'd to flow ;
Here Gallic labours fliall advance thy fame.
And here SenefTe fliall wear another name.
Our late pofterity, with fecret dread.
Shall view thy battles, and with pleafure read
How, in the bloody field too near advanc'd.
The guiltlefs bullet on thy flioulder glanc'd.

The race of Nafl^au v/as by Heaven defign'd
To curb the proud oppreflbrs of mankind.



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To bind the tyrants of the earth with laws.
And fight in every injur'd nation's caufe.
The world's great patriots ; they for juftice call ;
And, as they favour, kingdoms rife or fall.
Our Britiih youth, unus'd to rough alarms,
Carelefs of fame, and negligent of arms.
Had long forgot to meditate the foe.
And heard unwarm'd the martial trumpet blow ;
But nowinfpir'd by thee, with frefh delight.
Their fvvords they brandilh, and require the fight.
Renew their ancient conquefts on the main.
And adl their fathers' triumphs o'er again;
Fir'd, when they hear how Agincourt was ftrow'd
With Gallic corps, and Creffi fwam in blood.
With eager warmth they fight, ambitious all
Who firft (hall ftorm the breach, or mount the wall.
In vain the thronging enemy by force
Would clear the ramparts, and repel their courfe ;
They break through all, for William leads the way.
Where fires rage moll, and loudeft engines play.
Namur's late terrors and deftruftion Ihow,
What William, warm'd with juft revenge, can do ?
Where once a thoufand turrets rais'd on high
■Their gilded fpires, and glitter'd in the {ky.
An undiftinguiih'd heap of dull is found.
And all the pile lies fmoking on the ground.
His toils, for no ignoble ends defign'd,
( Promote the common welfare of mankind ;
No wild ambition moves, but Europe's fears.
The cries of orphans, and the v/idow's tears :



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Opprell Religion gives the firft alarms.
And injur'd Juftice fets him in his arms ;
His conqueils freedom to the world afford.
And nations blefs the labours of his fword.

Thus when the forming Mufe would copy forth
A perfefl pattern of heroic worth.
She fets a man triumphant in the field.
O'er giants cloven down, and monfters kill'd.
Reeking in blood, and fmear'd with dull and fweat,
Whilll angry gods confpire to make him great.

Thy navy rides on feas before unpreft.
And ftrikes a terror through the haughty Eafl :
Algiers and Tunis from their fultry Ihore
With horror hear the Britifh engines roar;
Fain from the neighbouring dangers would they run^
And wifh themfelves ftill nearer to the fun.
The Gallic fhips are in their ports confin'd,
Deny'd the common ufe of fea and wind.
Nor dare again the Britifh ftrength engage 5
Still they remember that dellrudlive rage
Which lately made their trembling hoft retire,
Stunn'd with the noife, and wrapt in fmoke and fire;
The waves with wide unnumber'd wrecks were ftrow'd.
And planks, and arms, and men, promifcuous flow'd,

Spain's numerous fleet, that perifn'd on our coaft.
Could fcarce a longer line of battle boafl ;
The winds could hardly drive them to their fate.
And all the ocean labour'd with the weight.

Where-e'cr the waves in reillefs errors roll.
The fea lies open now to either pole ;



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Now may we fafely ufe the northern gales.
And in the polar circle fpread our fails :
Or, deep in fouthern climes, fecure from wars.
New lands explore, and fail by other ftars :
Fetch uncontrol'd each labour of the fun.
And make the product of the world our own.

At length, proud prince, ambitious Lewis, ceafe
To plague mankind, and trouble Europe's peace ;
Think on the ftruclures which thy pride has ras'd.
On towns unpeopled, and on fields laid wafte ;
Think on the heaps of corps and llreams of blood.
On every guilty plain and purple flood.
Thy arms have made ; and ceafe an impious war.
Nor wafte the lives intruded to thy care.
Or, if no milder thought can calm thy mind.
Behold the great avenger of mankind.
See mighty NafTau through the battle ride.
And fee thy fubjedls gafping by his fide :
Fain would the pious prince refufe th' alarm.
Fain would he check the fury of his arm ;
But, when thy cruelties his thoughts engage.
The hero kindles with becoming rage.
Then countries ftol'n, and captives unreftor'd.
Give ftrength to every blow, and edge his fvvord.
Behold with what reliillefs force he falls
On towns befieg'd, and thunders at thy walls !
Afk Villeroy, (for Villeroy beheld
The town furrender'd, and the treaty feal'd)
With what amazing llrength the forts were won,
Whiiil the whole power of France Hood looking on.



14 A D D I S O N's P O E M S.

But flop not here : behold where Berkeley flands.
And executes his injur'd King's commands;
Around thy coall his burfting bombs he pours
On flaming citadels and falling towers ;
With hiffmg llreams of iire the air they ftreak.
And hurl deflruftion round them where they break.
The Ikies with long afcending flames are bright.
And all the fea reflefts a quivering light.

Thus ^tna, when in fierce eruptions broke.
Fills heaven with aflies, and the earth with fmoke :
Here crags of broken rocks are twirl'd on high.
Here molten ilones and fcatter'd cinders fly :
Its fury reaches the remoteft coaft.
And ftrows the Aflatic fliore with duft.

Now does the failor from the neighbouring main
Look after Gallic towns and forts in vain ;
No more his wonted marks he can defcry.
But fees a long unmeafur'd ruin lie ;
Whilft, pointing to the naked coaft, he fliows
His wondering mates where towns and fteeples rofe.
Where crowded citizens he lately vievv'd.
And Angles out the place where once St. Maloes flood.

Here Ruflel's atlions fliould my Mufe require ;
And, would my ftrength but fecond my deflre,
I'd all his boundlefs bravery rehearfe.
And draw his cannons thundering in my verfe ;
High on the deck fhould the great leader ftand.
Wrath in his look, and lightning in his hand ;
Like Homer's Heftor when he flung his fire
Amidft a thoufand fliips, and made all Greece retire.



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But who can run the Britifh triumphs o'er.
And count the flames difperft on every fhore ?
Who can defcribe the fcatter'd viflory.
And draw the reader on from fea to fea ?
Elfe who could Ormond's God-like ads refufe,
Ormond the theme of every Oxford Mufe ?
Fain would I here his mighty worth proclaim.
Attend him in the noble chace of fame.
Through all the noife and hurry of the light,
Obferve each blow, and keep him flill in fight.
Oh, did our Britifli peers thus court renown.
And grace the coats their great fore-fathers won !
Our arms would then triumphantly advance.
Nor Henry be the lafl: that conquer'd France.
What might not England hope, if fuch abroad
Purchas'd their country's honour with their blood :
When fuch, detain'd at home, fupport our ftate
In William's Head, and bear a kingdom's weight.
The fchemes of Gallic policy o'erthrow.
And blaft the counfels of the common foe ;
Diredl our armies, and diflribute right.
And render our Maria's lofs more light.
But flop, my Mufe, th' ungrateful found forbear,
Maria's name ftill wounds each Britifn ear :
Each Britifh heart Maria ftill does wound.
And tears burft out unbidden at the found ;
Maria ftill our rifmg mirth deftroys.
Darkens our triumphs, and forbids our joys.

But fee, at length, the Britifti ftiips appear!
Our Nafiau comes 1 and as his fleet draws near,
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The rifmg malls advance, the fails grow white.
And all his pompous navy floats in fight.
Come, mighty Prince, defir'd of Britain, come!
May Heaven's propitious gales attend thee home !
Come, and let longing crowds behold that look.
Which luch confufion and amazement ftruck
Through Gallic hoils : but, oh ! let us defcry
Mirth in thy brow, and pleafure in thine eye;
Let nothing dreadful in thy face be found.
But for a while forget the trumpet's found :
Well-pleas 'd, thy people's loyalty approve.
Accept their duty, and enjoy their love.
For as, when lately mov'd with fierce delight.
You plung'd amidft the tumult of the fight.
Whole heaps of death encompafs'd you around.
And fteeds o'er-turn'd lay foaming on the ground ;
So crown'd with laurels now, where-e'er you go.
Around you blooming joys and peaceful bleffingi
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A TRANSLATION

OF ALL

VIRGIL'S FOURTH GEORGIC,

EXCEPT THE STORY OF ARIST^.US.

•pTHEREAL fwccts fliall ncxt my Mafe engage.
And this, Maecenas, claims your patronage.
Of little creatures wondrous afts I treat.
The ranks and mighty leaders of their iliate.
Their laws, employments, and their wars relate.
A trifling theme provokes my humble lays :
Trifling the theme, not fo the poet's praife.
If great Apollo and the tuneful Nine
Join in the piece, and make the work divine.

Firft, for your bees a proper fl:ation find.
That's fenc'd about and iKelter'd from the wind ;
For winds divert them in their flight, and drive
Thefwarms, when loaden homev/ard, from their hive.
Nor flieep, nor goats, mull padure near their ftores.
To trample under foot the fpringing fiov/ers ;
Nor frifking heifers bound about the place.
To fpurn the dew-dropsi off, and bruife the rifmg grafs ;
Nor mull the lizard's painted brood appear.
Nor wood-pecks, nor the fwallow harbour near.
They wafte the fwarms, and as they fly along
Convey the tender morrels to their young.

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Let purling dreams, and fountains edg'd with mofs.
And fliallow rills, run trickling through the grafs ;
Let branching olives o*er the fountain grow.
Or palms fhoot up, and fhade the ftreams below ;
That when the youth, led by their princes, ihun
The crowded hive, and fport it in the fun,
Refrefhing fprings may tempt them from the heat.
And ihady coverts yield a cool retreat.

Whether the neighbouring water Hands or runs.
Lay twigs acrofs, and bridge it o'er with Hones ;
That if rough ftorms, or fudden blafls of wind.
Should dip, or fcatter thofe that lag behind.
Here they may fettle on the friendly Hone,
And dry their reeking pinions at the fun.
Plant all the flowery banks with lavender.
With (lore of favory fcent the fragrant air.
Let running betony the field o'erfpread.
And fountains foke the violet's dewy bed.

Though barks or plaited willows make your hive,
A narrow inlet to their cells contrive ;
For colds congeal and freeze the liquors up.
And, melted down with heat, the waxen buildings drop :
The bees, of both extremes alike afiaid.
Their wax around the whiftling crannies fpread.
And fuck out clammy dews from herbs and flowers.
To fmear the chinks, and plaifter up the pores :
For this they hoard up glew, whofe clinging drops.
Like pitch, or birdlime, hang in ftringy ropes.
They oft, 'tis faid, in dark retirements dwell.
And work in fubterraneous caves their qell ;



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At other times th' induftrlous infedls live
In hollow rocks, or make a tree their hive.

Point all their chinky lodgings round with mud.
And leaves muft thinly on your work be ftrow'd ;
But let no baleful yew-tree flourilh near.
Nor rotten marlhes fend out fleams of mire ;
Nor burning crabs grow red, and crackle in the fire :
Nor neighbouring caves return the dying found.
Nor echoing rocks the doubled voice rebound.

Things thus prepar'd

When th' under-world is feiz'd with cold and night.
And fummerhere defcends in ftreams of light.
The bees through woods and forells take their fligh
They rifle every flower, and lightly ikim
The cryftal brook, and fip the running llream :
And thus they feed their young with ftrange delight.
And knead the yielding wax, and work the flimy fweet.
But when on high you fee the bees repair.
Borne on the wind, through diftant trads of air
And view the winged cloud all blackening from afar;
While fliady coverts and frefti fleams they chufe.
Milfoil and common honey-fuckles bruife.
And fprinkle on their hives the fragrant juice.
On brazen veflTels beat a tinkling found.
And fliake the cymbals of the goddefs round ;
Then all will haftily retreat, and fill
The warm refounding hollow of their cell.

If once two rival kings their right debate.
And fadlions and cabals embroil the ftate.
The people's adions will their thoughts declare ;
All their hearts tremble, and beat thick with war ;
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Hoarfe broken founds, like trumpet's harfh alarms.

Run through the hive, and call them to their arms ;

All in a hurry fpread their Ihivering wings.

And fit their claws, and point their angry llings :

In crowds before the king's pavilion meet.

And boldly challenge out the foe to fight ;

At laft, when all the heavens are warm and fair.

They rufli together out, and join ; the air

Swarms thick, and echoes with the humming war

All in a firm round clufter mix, and ftrow

With heaps of little corps the earth below ;

As thick as hail-ftones from the floor rebound.

Or fhaken acorns rattle on the ground.

No fenfe of danger can their kings control.

Their little bodies lodge a mighty foul :

Each obftinate in arms purfues his blow.

Till ihameful flight fecures the routed foe.

This hot difpute and all this mighty fray

A little duft flung upward will allay.

But when both kings are fettled in their hive,
Mark him who looks the worft, and left he live
Idle at home in eafe and luxury.
The lazy monarch muft be doom'd to die ;
So let the royal infeft rule alone.
And reign without a rival in his throne.

The kings are diiFerent : one of better note.
All fpeckt with gold, and many a fliining fpot.
Looks gay, and gliftens in a gilded coat ;
But love of eafe, and floth in one prevails.
That fcarce his hanging paunch behind him trails :



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The people's looks are different as their kings ;
Some fparkle bright, and glitter in their wings ;
Others look loathfome and difeas'd with floth.
Like a faint traveller whofe dufty mouth
Grows dry with heat, and fpits a maukifh froth.

The firft are bed

From their o'erflowing combs, you '11 often prefs
Pure lufcious fweets that mingling in the glafs
Correft the harlhnefs of the racy juice.
And a rich flavour through the wine difFufe.
But when they fport abroad, and rove from home.
And leave the cooling hive, and quit th' unfinilh'd comb;
Their airy ramblings are with eafe confin'd.
Clip their king's wings, and if they flay behind
No bold ufurper dares invade their right.
Nor found a march, nor give the fign for flight.
Let flowery banks entice them to their cells.
And gardens all perfum'd with native fmells ;
Where carv'd Priapus has his fix'd abode.
The robber's terror, and the fcare-crow god.
Wild thyme and pine-trees from their barren hill
Tranfplant, and nurfe them in the neighbouring foil.
Set fruit-trees round, nor e'er indulge thy floth.
But water them, and urge their fhady growth.
And here, perhaps, were not I giving o'er.
And ftriking fail, and making to the fnore,
I 'd fnew what art the gardener's toils require.
Why rofy Psftum blufhes twice a year :
What llreams the verdant fuccory fupply.
And how the thirfiy plant drinks rivers dry ;
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What with a chearful green does parfly grace.

And writhes the bellying cucumber along the twifted

grafs ;
Nor would I pafs the foft acanthus o'er.
Ivy nor myrtle-trees that love the fhore ;
Nor daffodils, that late from earth's flow womb
Unrumple their fwoln buds, and Ihow their yellow

bloom.
For once I faw in the Tarentine vale.
Where flow Galefus drencht the wafliy foil.
An old Corycian yeoman, who had got
A few negledled acres to his lot.
Where neither corn nor pafture grac'd the field.
Nor would the vine her purple harveft yield ;
But favory herbs among the thorns were found.
Vervain and poppy-flowers his garden crown'd.
And drooping lilies whiten'd all the ground.
Bleft with thefe riches he could empires flight.
And when he refted from his toils at night.
The earth unpurchas'd dainties would aftbrd.
And his own garden furnifli out his board :
The fpring did firft his opening rofes blow,
Firft ripening autumn bent his fruitful bough.
When piercing colds had burft the brittle Hone,
And freezing rivers fliffen'd as they run.
He then would prune the tendereil of his trees.
Chide the late fpring, and lingering wellern breeze :
His bees firft fwarm'd, and made his veflels foam
With the rich fqueezing of the juicy comb.
Here lindens and the fappy pine increas'd;
Here, when gay flov>^ers his fmiling orchard drell.



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V I R G I L, G E O R G. IV. aj

As many bloflbms as the fpring could Ihovv,

So many dangling apples mellow'd on the bough.

In rows his elms and knotty pear-trees bloom.