A Poem in Two Books

Original Text: 
John Philips, The Poems of John Philips, ed. M. G. Lloyd Thomas (Oxford: Basil Blackwell, 1927): 43-87. PR 3619 O3 1927 Robarts Library.
-- -- Honos erit huic quoq; Pomo? Virg.
1.1WHAT Soil the Apple loves, what Care is due
1.2To Orchats, timeliest when to press the Fruits,
1.3Thy Gift, Pomona, in Miltonian Verse
1.4Adventrous I presume to sing; of Verse
1.5Nor skill'd, nor studious: But my Native Soil
1.6Invites me, and the Theme as yet unsung.
1.7Ye Ariconian Knights, and fairest Dames,
1.8To whom propitious Heav'n these Blessings grants,
1.9Attend my Layes; nor hence disdain to learn,
1.10How Nature's Gifts may be improv'd by Art.
1.11And thou, O Mostyn, whose Benevolence,
1.12And Candor, oft experienc'd, Me vouchsaf'd
1.13To knit in Friendship, growing still with Years,
1.14Accept this Pledge of Gratitude and Love.
1.15May it a lasting Monument remain
1.16Of dear Respect; that, when this Body frail
1.17Is moulder'd into Dust, and I become
1.18As I had never been, late Times may know
1.19I once was blest in such a matchless Friend.
1.20Who-e'er expects his lab'ring Trees shou'd bend
1.21With Fruitage, and a kindly Harvest yield,
1.22Be this his first Concern; to find a Tract
1.23Impervious to the Winds, begirt with Hills,
1.24That intercept the Hyperborean Blasts
1.25Tempestuous, and cold Eurus nipping Force,
1.26Noxious to feeble Buds: But to the West
1.27Let him free Entrance grant, let Zephyrs bland
1.28Administer their tepid genial Airs;
1.29Naught fear he from the West, whose gentle Warmth
1.30Discloses well the Earth's all-teeming Womb,
1.31Invigorating tender Seeds; whose Breath
1.32Nurtures the Orange, and the Citron Groves,
1.33Hesperian Fruits, and wafts their Odours sweet
1.34Wide thro' the Air, and distant Shores perfumes.
1.35Nor only do the Hills exclude the Winds:
1.36But, when the blackning Clouds in sprinkling Show'rs
1.37Distill, from the high Summits down the Rain
1.38Runs trickling; with the fertile Moisture chear'd,
1.39The Orchats smile; joyous the Farmers see
1.40Their thriving Plants, and bless the heav'nly Dew.
1.41Next, let the Planter, with Discretion meet,
1.42The Force and Genius of each Soil explore;
1.43To what adapted, what it shuns averse:
1.44Without this necessary Care, in vain
1.45He hopes an Apple-Vintage, and invokes
1.46Pomona's Aid in vain. The miry Fields,
1.47Rejoycing in rich Mold, most ample Fruit
1.48Of beauteous Form produce; pleasing to Sight,
1.49But to the Tongue inelegant and flat.
1.50So Nature has decreed; so, oft we see
1.51Men passing fair, in outward Lineaments
1.52Elaborate; less, inwardly, exact.
1.53Nor from the sable Ground expect Success,
1.54Nor from cretaceous, stubborn and jejune:
1.55The Must, of pallid Hue, declares the Soil
1.56Devoid of Spirit; wretched He, that quaffs
1.57Such wheyish Liquors; oft with Colic Pangs,
1.58With pungent Colic Pangs distress'd, he'll roar,
1.59And toss, and turn, and curse th' unwholsome Draught.
1.60But, Farmer, look, where full-ear'd Sheaves of Rye
1.61Grow wavy on the Tilth, that Soil select
1.62For Apples; thence thy Industry shall gain
1.63Ten-fold Reward; thy Garners, thence with Store
1.64Surcharg'd, shall burst; thy Press with purest Juice
1.65Shall flow, which, in revolving Years, may try
1.66Thy feeble Feet, and bind thy fault'ring Tongue.
1.67Such is the Kentchurch, such Dantzeyan Ground,
1.68Such thine, O learned Brome, and Capel such,
1.69Willisian Burlton, much-lov'd Geers his Marsh,
1.70And Sutton-Acres, drench'd with Regal Blood
1.71Of Ethelbert, when to th' unhallow'd Feast
1.72Of Mercian Offa he invited came,
1.73To treat of Spousals: Long connubial Joys
1.74He promis'd to himself, allur'd by Fair
1.75Elfrida's Beauty; but deluded dy'd
1.76In height of Hopes -- Oh! hardest Fate, to fall
1.77By Shew of Friendship, and pretended Love!
1.78I nor advise, nor reprehend the Choice
1.79Of Marcley-Hill; the Apple no where finds
1.80A kinder Mold: Yet 'tis unsafe to trust
1.81Deceitful Ground: Who knows but that, once more,
1.82This Mount may journey, and, his present Site
1.83Forsaking, to thy Neighbours Bounds transfer
1.84The goodly Plants, affording Matter strange
1.85For Law-Debates? If, therefore, thou incline
1.86To deck this Rise with Fruits of various Tastes,
1.87Fail not by frequent Vows t' implore Success;
1.88Thus piteous Heav'n may fix the wand'ring Glebe.
1.89But if (for Nature doth not share alike
1.90Her Gifts) an happy Soil shou'd be with-held;
1.91If a penurious Clay shou'd be thy Lot,
1.92Or rough unweildy Earth, nor to the Plough,
1.93Nor to the Cattle kind, with sandy Stones
1.94And Gravel o'er-abounding, think it not
1.95Beneath thy Toil; the sturdy Pear-tree here
1.96Will rise luxuriant, and with toughest Root
1.97Pierce the obstructing Grit, and restive Marle.
1.98Thus naught is useless made; nor is there Land,
1.99But what, or of it self, or else compell'd,
1.100Affords Advantage. On the barren Heath
1.101The Shepherd tends his Flock, that daily crop
1.102Their verdant Dinner from the mossie Turf,
1.103Sufficient; after them the Cackling Goose,
1.104Close-grazer, finds wherewith to ease her Want.
1.105What shou'd I more? Ev'n on the cliffy Height
1.106Of Penmenmaur, and that Cloud-piercing Hill,
1.107Plinlimmon, from afar the Traveller kens
1.108Astonish'd, how the Goats their shrubby Brouze
1.109Gnaw pendent; nor untrembling canst thou see,
1.110How from a scraggy Rock, whose Prominence
1.111Half overshades the Ocean, hardy Men,
1.112Fearless of rending Winds, and dashing Waves,
1.113Cut Sampire, to excite the squeamish Gust
1.114Of pamper'd Luxury. Then, let thy Ground
1.115Not lye unlabour'd; if the richest Stem
1.116Refuse to thrive, yet who wou'd doubt to plant
1.117Somewhat, that may to Human Use redound,
1.118And Penury, the worst of Ills, remove?
1.119There are, who, fondly studious of Increase,
1.120Rich Foreign Mold on their ill-natur'd Land
1.121Induce laborious, and with fatning Muck
1.122Besmear the Roots; in vain! the nurseling Grove
1.123Seems fair awhile, cherish'd with foster Earth:
1.124But, when the alien Compost is exhaust,
1.125It's native Poverty again prevails.
1.126Tho' this Art fails, despond not; little Pains,
1.127In a due Hour employ'd, great Profit yield.
1.128Th' Industrious, when the Sun in Leo rides,
1.129And darts his sultriest Beams, portending Drought,
1.130Forgets not at the Foot of ev'ry Plant
1.131To sink a circling Trench, and daily pour
1.132A just Supply of alimental Streams,
1.133Exhausted Sap recruiting; else, false Hopes
1.134He cherishes, nor will his Fruit expect
1.135Th' autumnal Season, but, in Summer's Pride,
1.136When other Orchats smile, abortive fail.
1.137Thus the great Light of Heav'n, that in his Course
1.138Surveys and quickens all things, often proves
1.139Noxious to planted Fields, and often Men
1.140Perceive his Influence dire: sweltring they run
1.141To Grots, and Caves, and the cool Umbrage seek
1.142Of woven Arborets, and oft the Rills
1.143Still streaming fresh revisit, to allay
1.144Thirst inextinguishable: But if the Spring
1.145Preceding shou'd be destitute of Rain,
1.146Or Blast Septentrional with brushing Wings
1.147Sweep up the smoaky Mists, and Vapours damp,
1.148Then wo to Mortals! Titan then exerts
1.149His Heat intense, and on our Vitals preys;
1.150Then Maladies of various Kinds, and Names
1.151Unknown, malignant Fevers, and that Foe
1.152To blooming Beauty, which imprints the Face
1.153Of fairest Nymph, and checks our growing Love,
1.154Reign far and near; grim Death, in different Shapes,
1.155Depopulates the Nations, thousands fall
1.156His Victims, Youths, and Virgins, in their Flower,
1.157Reluctant die, and sighing leave their Loves
1.158Unfinish'd, by infectious Heav'n destroy'd.
1.159Such Heats prevail'd, when fair Eliza, last
1.160Of Winchcomb's Name (next Thee in Blood, and Worth,
1.161O fairest St. John!) left this toilsome World
1.162In Beauty's Prime, and sadden'd all the Year:
1.163Nor cou'd her Virtues, nor repeated Vows
1.164Of thousand Lovers, the relentless Hand
1.165Of Death arrest; She with the Vulgar fell,
1.166Only distinguish'd by this humble Verse.
1.167But if it please the Sun's intemp'rate Force
1.168To know, attend; whilst I of ancient Fame
1.169The Annals trace, and image to thy Mind,
1.170How our Fore-fathers, (luckless Men!) ingulft
1.171By the wide yawning Earth, to Stygian Shades
1.172Went quick, in one sad Sepulchre enclos'd.
1.173In elder Days, e'er yet the Roman Bands
1.174Victorious, this our Other World subdu'd,
1.175A spacious City stood, with firmest Walls
1.176Sure mounded, and with numerous Turrets crown'd,
1.177Aerial Spires, and Citadels, the Seat
1.178Of Kings, and Heroes resolute in War,
1.179Fam'd Ariconium; uncontroul'd, and free,
1.180'Till all-subduing Latian Arms prevail'd.
1.181Then also, tho' to foreign Yoke submiss,
1.182She undemolish'd stood, and even 'till now
1.183Perhaps had stood, of ancient British Art
1.184A pleasing Monument, not less admir'd
1.185Than what from Attic, or Etruscan Hands
1.186Arose; had not the Heav'nly Pow'rs averse
1.187Decreed her final Doom: For now the Fields
1.188Labour'd with Thirst, Aquarius had not shed
1.189His wonted Show'rs, and Sirius parch'd with Heat
1.190Solstitial the green Herb: Hence 'gan relax
1.191The Ground's Contexture, hence Tartarean Dregs,
1.192Sulphur, and nitrous Spume, enkindling fierce,
1.193Bellow'd within their darksom Caves, by far
1.194More dismal than the loud disploded Roar
1.195Of brazen Enginry, that ceaseless storm
1.196The Bastion of a well-built City, deem'd
1.197Impregnable: Th' infernal Winds, 'till now
1.198Closely imprison'd, by Titanian Warmth,
1.199Dilating, and with unctuous Vapours fed,
1.200Disdain'd their narrow Cells; and, their full Strength
1.201Collecting, from beneath the solid Mass
1.202Upheav'd, and all her Castles rooted deep
1.203Shook from their lowest Seat; old Vaga's Stream,
1.204Forc'd by the sudden Shock, her wonted Track
1.205Forsook, and drew her humid Train aslope,
1.206Crankling her Banks: And now the low'ring Sky,
1.207And baleful Lightning, and the Thunder, Voice
1.208Of angry Gods, that rattled solemn, dismaid
1.209The sinking Hearts of Men. Where shou'd they turn
1.210Distress'd? Whence seek for Aid? when from below
1.211Hell threatens, and ev'n Fate supreme gives Signs
1.212Of Wrath and Desolation? Vain were Vows,
1.213And Plaints, and suppliant Hands, to Heav'n erect!
1.214Yet some to Fanes repair'd, and humble Rites
1.215Perform'd to Thor, and Woden, fabled Gods,
1.216Who with their Vot'ries in one Ruin shar'd,
1.217Crush'd, and o'erwhelm'd. Others, in frantick Mood,
1.218Run howling thro' the Streets, their hideous Yells
1.219Rend the dark Welkin; Horror stalks around,
1.220Wild-staring, and, his sad Concomitant,
1.221Despair, of abject Look: At ev'ry Gate
1.222The thronging Populace with hasty Strides
1.223Press furious, and, too eager of Escape,
1.224Obstruct the easie Way; the rocking Town
1.225Supplants their Footsteps; to, and fro, they reel
1.226Astonish'd, as o'er-charg'd with Wine; when lo!
1.227The Ground adust her riven Mouth disparts,
1.228Horrible Chasm, profound! with swift Descent
1.229Old Ariconium sinks, and all her Tribes,
1.230Heroes, and Senators, down to the Realms
1.231Of endless Night. Mean while, the loosen'd Winds
1.232Infuriate, molten Rocks and flaming Globes
1.233Hurl'd high above the Clouds; 'till, all their Force
1.234Consum'd, her rav'nous Jaws th' Earth satiate clos'd.
1.235Thus this fair City fell, of which the Name
1.236Survives alone; nor is there found a Mark,
1.237Whereby the curious Passenger may learn
1.238Her ample Site, save Coins, and mould'ring Urns,
1.239And huge unweildy Bones, lasting Remains
1.240Of that Gigantic Race; which, as he breaks
1.241The clotted Glebe, the Plowman haply finds,
1.242Appall'd. Upon that treacherous Tract of Land,
1.243She whilome stood; now Ceres, in her Prime,
1.244Smiles fertile, and, with ruddiest Freight bedeckt,
1.245The Apple-Tree, by our Fore-fathers Blood
1.246Improv'd, that now recalls the devious Muse,
1.247Urging her destin'd Labours to persue.
1.248The Prudent will observe, what Passions reign
1.249In various Plants (for not to Man alone,
1.250But all the wide Creation, Nature gave
1.251Love, and Aversion): Everlasting Hate
1.252The Vine to Ivy bears, nor less abhors
1.253The Coleworts Rankness; but, with amorous Twine,
1.254Clasps the tall Elm: the Pæstan Rose unfolds
1.255Her Bud, more lovely, near the fetid Leek,
1.256(Crest of stout Britons,) and inhances thence
1.257The Price of her celestial Scent: The Gourd,
1.258And thirsty Cucumer, when they perceive
1.259Th' approaching Olive, with Resentment fly
1.260Her fatty Fibres, and with Tendrils creep
1.261Diverse, detesting Contact; whilst the Fig
1.262Contemns not Rue, nor Sage's humble Leaf,
1.263Close neighbouring: The Herefordian Plant
1.264Caresses freely the contiguous Peach,
1.265Hazel, and weight-resisting Palm, and likes
1.266T' approach the Quince, and th' Elder's pithy Stem;
1.267Uneasie, seated by funereal Yeugh,
1.268Or Walnut, (whose malignant Touch impairs
1.269All generous Fruits), or near the bitter Dews
1.270Of Cherries. Therefore, weigh the Habits well
1.271Of Plants, how they associate best, nor let
1.272Ill Neighbourhood corrupt thy hopeful Graffs.
1.273Wouldst thou, thy Vats with gen'rous Juice should froth?
1.274Respect thy Orchats; think not, that the Trees
1.275Spontaneous will produce an wholsom Draught.
1.276Let Art correct thy Breed; from Parent Bough
1.277A Cyon meetly sever; after, force
1.278A way into the Crabstock's close-wrought Grain
1.279By Wedges, and within the living Wound
1.280Enclose the Foster Twig; nor over-nice
1.281Refuse with thy own Hands around to spread
1.282The binding Clay: Ee'r-long their differing Veins
1.283Unite, and kindly Nourishment convey
1.284To the new Pupil; now he shoots his Arms
1.285With quickest Growth; now shake the teeming Trunc,
1.286Down rain th' impurpl'd Balls, ambrosial Fruit.
1.287Whether the Wilding's Fibres are contriv'd
1.288To draw th' Earth's purest Spirit, and resist
1.289It's Feculence, which in more porous Stocks
1.290Of Cyder-Plants finds Passage free, or else
1.291The native Verjuice of the Crab, deriv'd
1.292Thro' th' infix'd Graff, a grateful Mixture forms
1.293Of tart and sweet; whatever be the Cause,
1.294This doubtful Progeny by nicest Tastes
1.295Expected best Acceptance finds, and pays
1.296Largest Revenues to the Orchat-Lord.
1.297Some think, the Quince and Apple wou'd combine
1.298In happy Union; Others fitter deem
1.299The Sloe-Stem bearing Sylvan Plums austere.
1.300Who knows but Both may thrive? Howe'er, what loss
1.301To try the Pow'rs of Both, and search how far
1.302Two different Natures may concur to mix
1.303In close Embraces, and strange Off-spring bear?
1.304Thoul't find that Plants will frequent Changes try,
1.305Undamag'd, and their marriageable Arms
1.306Conjoin with others. So Silurian Plants
1.307Admit the Peache's odoriferous Globe,
1.308And Pears of sundry Forms; at diff'rent times
1.309Adopted Plums will aliene Branches grace;
1.310And Men have gather'd from the Hawthorn's Branch
1.311Large Medlars, imitating regal Crowns.
1.312Nor is it hard to beautifie each Month
1.313With Files of particolour'd Fruits, that please
1.314The Tongue, and View, at once. So Maro's Muse,
1.315Thrice sacred Muse! commodious Precepts gives
1.316Instructive to the Swains, not wholly bent
1.317On what is gainful: Sometimes she diverts
1.318From solid Counsels, shews the Force of Love
1.319In savage Beasts; how Virgin Face divine
1.320Attracts the hapless Youth thro' Storms, and Waves,
1.321Alone, in deep of Night: Then she describes
1.322The Scythian Winter, nor disdains to sing,
1.323How under Ground the rude Riphæan Race
1.324Mimic brisk Cyder with the Brakes Product wild;
1.325Sloes pounded, Hips, and Servis' harshest Juice.
1.326Let sage Experience teach thee all the Arts
1.327Of Grafting, and In-Eyeing; when to lop
1.328The flowing Branches; what Trees answer best
1.329From Root, or Kernel: She will best the Hours
1.330Of Harvest, and Seed-time declare; by Her
1.331The diff'rent Qualities of things were found,
1.332And secret Motions; how with heavy Bulk
1.333Volatile Hermes, fluid and unmoist,
1.334Mounts on the Wings of Air; to Her we owe
1.335The Indian Weed, unknown to ancient Times,
1.336Nature's choice Gift, whose acrimonious Fume
1.337Extracts superfluous Juices, and refines
1.338The Blood distemper'd from its noxious Salts;
1.339Friend to the Spirits, which with Vapours bland
1.340It gently mitigates, Companion fit
1.341Of Pleasantry, and Wine; nor to the Bards
1.342Unfriendly, when they to the vocal Shell
1.343Warble melodious their well-labour'd Songs.
1.344She found the polish'd Glass, whose small Convex
1.345Enlarges to ten Millions of Degrees
1.346The Mite, invisible else, of Nature's Hand
1.347Least Animal; and shews, what Laws of Life
1.348The Cheese-Inhabitants observe, and how
1.349Fabrick their Mansions in the harden'd Milk,
1.350Wonderful Artists! But the hidden Ways
1.351Of Nature wouldst thou know? how first she frames
1.352All things in Miniature? thy Specular Orb
1.353Apply to well-dissected Kernels; lo!
1.354Strange Forms arise, in each a little Plant
1.355Unfolds its Boughs: observe the slender Threads
1.356Of first-beginning Trees, their Roots, their Leaves,
1.357In narrow Seeds describ'd; Thou'lt wond'ring say,
1.358An inmate Orchat ev'ry Apple boasts.
1.359Thus All things by Experience are display'd,
1.360And Most improv'd. Then sedulously think
1.361To meliorate thy Stock; no Way, or Rule
1.362Be unassay'd; prevent the Morning Star
1.363Assiduous, nor with the Western Sun
1.364Surcease to work; lo! thoughtful of Thy Gain,
1.365Not of my Own, I all the live-long Day
1.366Consume in Meditation deep, recluse
1.367From human Converse, nor, at shut of Eve,
1.368Enjoy Repose; but oft at Midnight Lamp
1.369Ply my brain-racking Studies, if by chance
1.370Thee I may counsel right; and oft this Care
1.371Disturbs me slumbring. Wilt thou then repine
1.372To labour for thy Self? and rather chuse
1.373To lye supinely, hoping, Heav'n will bless
1.374Thy slighted Fruits, and give thee Bread unearn'd?
1.375'Twill profit, when the Stork, sworn-Foe of Snakes,
1.376Returns, to shew Compassion to thy Plants,
1.377Fatigu'd with Breeding. Let the arched Knife
1.378Well sharpen'd now assail the spreading Shades
1.379Of Vegetables, and their thirsty Limbs
1.380Dissever: for the genial Moisture, due
1.381To Apples, otherwise mispends it self
1.382In barren Twigs, and, for th' expected Crop,
1.383Naught but vain Shoots, and empty Leaves abound.
1.384When swelling Buds their od'rous Foliage shed,
1.385And gently harden into Fruit, the Wise
1.386Spare not the little Off-springs, if they grow
1.387Redundant; but the thronging Clusters thin
1.388By kind Avulsion: else, the starv'ling Brood,
1.389Void of sufficient Sustenance, will yield
1.390A slender Autumn; which the niggard Soul
1.391Too late shall weep, and curse his thrifty Hand,
1.392That would not timely ease the pond'rous Boughs.
1.393It much conduces, all the Cares to know
1.394Of Gard'ning, how to scare nocturnal Thieves,
1.395And how the little Race of Birds, that hop
1.396From Spray to Spray, scooping the costliest Fruit
1.397Insatiate, undisturb'd. Priapus' Form
1.398Avails but little; rather guard each Row
1.399With the false Terrors of a breathless Kite.
1.400This done, the timorous Flock with swiftest Wing
1.401Scud thro' the Air; their Fancy represents
1.402His mortal Talons, and his rav'nous Beak
1.403Destructive; glad to shun his hostile Gripe,
1.404They quit their Thefts, and unfrequent the Fields.
1.405Besides, the filthy Swine will oft invade
1.406Thy firm Inclosure, and with delving Snout
1.407The rooted Forest undermine: forthwith
1.408Alloo thy furious Mastiff, bid him vex
1.409The noxious Herd, and print upon their Ears
1.410A sad Memorial of their past Offence.
1.411The flagrant Procyon will not fail to bring
1.412Large Shoals of slow House-bearing Snails, that creep
1.413O'er the ripe Fruitage, paring slimy Tracts
1.414In the sleek Rinds, and unprest Cyder drink.
1.415No Art averts this Pest; on Thee it lyes,
1.416With Morning and with Evening Hand to rid
1.417The preying Reptiles; nor, if wise, wilt thou
1.418Decline this Labour, which it self rewards
1.419With pleasing Gain, whilst the warm Limbec draws
1.420Salubrious Waters from the nocent Brood.
1.421Myriads of Wasps now also clustering hang,
1.422And drain a spurious Honey from thy Groves,
1.423Their Winter Food; tho' oft repulst, again
1.424They rally, undismay'd: but Fraud with ease
1.425Ensnares the noisom Swarms; let ev'ry Bough
1.426Bear frequent Vials, pregnant with the Dregs
1.427Of Moyle, or Mum, or Treacle's viscous Juice;
1.428They, by th' alluring Odor drawn, in haste
1.429Fly to the dulcet Cates, and crouding sip
1.430Their palatable Bane; joyful thou'lt see
1.431The clammy Surface all o'er-strown with Tribes
1.432Of greedy Insects, that with fruitless Toil
1.433Flap filmy Pennons oft, to extricate
1.434Their Feet, in liquid Shackles bound, 'till Death
1.435Bereave them of their worthless Souls: Such doom
1.436Waits Luxury, and lawless Love of Gain!
1.437Howe'er thou maist forbid external Force,
1.438Intestine Evils will prevail; damp Airs,
1.439And rainy Winters, to the Centre pierce
1.440Of firmest Fruits, and by unseen Decay
1.441The proper Relish vitiate: then the Grub
1.442Oft unobserv'd invades the vital Core,
1.443Pernicious Tenant, and her secret Cave
1.444Enlarges hourly, preying on the Pulp
1.445Ceaseless; mean while the Apple's outward Form
1.446Delectable the witless Swain beguiles,
1.447'Till, with a writhen Mouth, and spattering Noise,
1.448He tastes the bitter Morsel, and rejects
1.449Disrelisht; not with less Surprize, then when
1.450Embattled Troops with flowing Banners pass
1.451Thro' flow'ry Meads delighted, nor distrust
1.452The smiling Surface; whilst the cavern'd Ground,
1.453With Grain incentive stor'd, by suddain Blaze
1.454Bursts fatal, and involves the Hopes of War
1.455In firy Whirles; full of victorious Thoughts,
1.456Torn and dismembred, they aloft expire.
1.457Now turn thine Eye to view Alcinous' Groves,
1.458The Pride of the Phæacian Isle, from whence,
1.459Sailing the Spaces of the boundless Deep,
1.460To Ariconium pretious Fruits arriv'd:
1.461The Pippin burnisht o'er with Gold, the Moile
1.462Of sweetest hony'd Taste, the fair Permain,
1.463Temper'd, like comliest Nymph, with red and white.
1.464Salopian Acres flourish with a Growth
1.465Peculiar, styl'd the Ottley: Be thou first
1.466This Apple to transplant; if to the Name
1.467It's Merit answers, no where shalt thou find
1.468A Wine more priz'd, or laudable of Taste.
1.469Nor does the Eliot least deserve thy Care,
1.470Nor John-Apple, whose wither'd Rind, entrencht
1.471With many a Furrow, aptly represents
1.472Decrepid Age; nor that from Harvey nam'd,
1.473Quick-relishing: Why should we sing the Thrift,
1.474Codling, or Pomroy, or of pimpled Coat
1.475The Russet, or the Cats-Head's weighty Orb,
1.476Enormous in its Growth; for various Use
1.477Tho' these are meet, tho' after full repast
1.478Are oft requir'd, and crown the rich Desert?
1.479What, tho' the Pear-Tree rival not the Worth,
1.480Of Ariconian Products? yet her Freight
1.481Is not contemn'd, yet her wide-branching Arms
1.482Best screen thy Mansion from the fervent Dog
1.483Adverse to Life; the wintry Hurricanes
1.484In vain imploy their Roar, her Trunc unmov'd
1.485Breaks the strong Onset, and controls their Rage.
1.486Chiefly the Bosbury, whose large Increase,
1.487Annual, in sumptuous Banquets claims Applause.
1.488Thrice acceptable Bev'rage! could but Art
1.489Subdue the floating Lee, Pomona's self
1.490Would dread thy Praise, and shun the dubious Strife.
1.491Be it thy Choice, when Summer-Heats annoy,
1.492To sit beneath her leafy Canopy,
1.493Quaffing rich Liquids: Oh! how sweet t' enjoy,
1.494At once her Fruits, and hospitable Shade!
1.495But how with equal Numbers shall we match
1.496The Musk's surpassing Worth! that earliest gives
1.497Sure hopes of racy Wine, and in its Youth,
1.498Its tender Nonage, loads the spreading Boughs
1.499With large and juicy Off-spring, that defies
1.500The Vernal Nippings, and cold Syderal Blasts!
1.501Yet let her to the Read-streak yield, that once
1.502Was of the Sylvan Kind, unciviliz'd,
1.503Of no Regard, 'till Scudamore's skilful Hand
1.504Improv'd her, and by courtly Discipline
1.505Taught her the savage Nature to forget:
1.506Hence styl'd the Scudamorean Plant; whose Wine
1.507Who-ever tastes, let him with grateful Heart
1.508Respect that ancient loyal House, and wish
1.509The noble Peer, that now transcends our Hopes
1.510In early Worth, his Country's justest Pride,
1.511Uninterrupted Joy, and Health entire.
1.512Let every Tree in every Garden own
1.513The Red-streak as supream; whose pulpous Fruit
1.514With Gold irradiate, and Vermilian shines
1.515Tempting, not fatal, as the Birth of that
1.516Primæval interdicted Plant, that won
1.517Fond Eve in hapless Hour to taste, and die.
1.518This, of more bounteous Influence, inspires
1.519Poetic Raptures, and the lowly Muse
1.520Kindles to loftier Strains; even I perceive
1.521Her sacred Virtue. See! the Numbers flow
1.522Easie, whilst, chear'd with her nectareous Juice,
1.523Hers, and my Country's Praises I exalt.
1.524Hail Herefordian Plant, that dost disdain
1.525All other Fields! Heav'n's sweetest Blessing, hail!
1.526Be thou the copious Matter of my Song,
1.527And Thy choice Nectar; on which always waits
1.528Laughter, and Sport, and care-beguiling Wit,
1.529And Friendship, chief Delight of Human Life.
1.530What shou'd we wish for more? or why, in quest
1.531Of Foreign Vintage, insincere, and mixt,
1.532Traverse th' extreamest World? Why tempt the Rage
1.533Of the rough Ocean? when our native Glebe
1.534Imparts, from bounteous Womb, annual Recruits
1.535Of Wine delectable, that far surmounts
1.536Gallic, or Latin Grapes, or those that see
1.537The setting Sun near Calpe's tow'ring Height.
1.538Nor let the Rhodian, nor the Lesbian Vines
1.539Vaunt their rich Must, nor let Tokay contend
1.540For Sov'ranty; Phanæus self must bow
1.541To th' Ariconian Vales: And shall we doubt
1.542T' improve our vegetable Wealth, or let
1.543The Soil lye idle, which, with fit Manure,
1.544Will largest Usury repay, alone
1.545Impower'd to supply what Nature asks
1.546Frugal, or what nice Appetite requires?
1.547The Meadows here, with bat'ning Ooze enrich'd,
1.548Give Spirit to the Grass; three Cubits high
1.549The jointed Herbage shoots; th' unfallow'd Glebe
1.550Yearly o'ercomes the Granaries with Store
1.551Of Golden Wheat, the Strength of Human Life.
1.552Lo, on auxiliary Poles, the Hops
1.553Ascending spiral, rang'd in meet Array!
1.554Lo, how the Arable with Barley-Grain
1.555Stands thick, o'er-shadow'd, to the thirsty Hind
1.556Transporting Prospect! These, as modern Use
1.557Ordains, infus'd, an Auburn Drink compose,
1.558Wholesome, of deathless Fame. Here, to the Sight,
1.559Apples of Price, and plenteous Sheaves of Corn,
1.560Oft interlac'd occurr, and both imbibe
1.561Fitting congenial Juice; so rich the Soil,
1.562So much does fructuous Moisture o'er-abound!
1.563Nor are the Hills unamiable, whose Tops
1.564To Heav'n aspire, affording Prospect sweet
1.565To Human Ken; nor at their Feet the Vales
1.566Descending gently, where the lowing Herd
1.567Chews verd'rous Pasture; nor the yellow Fields
1.568Gaily' enterchang'd, with rich Variety
1.569Pleasing, as when an Emerald green, enchas'd
1.570In flamy Gold, from the bright Mass acquires
1.571A nobler Hue, more delicate to Sight.
1.572Next add the Sylvan Shades, and silent Groves,
1.573(Haunt of the Druids) whence the Hearth is fed
1.574With copious Fuel; whence the sturdy Oak,
1.575A Prince's Refuge once, th' æternal Guard
1.576Of England's Throne, by sweating Peasants fell'd,
1.577Stems the vast Main, and bears tremendous War
1.578To distant Nations, or with Sov'ran Sway
1.579Aws the divided World to Peace and Love.
1.580Why shou'd the Chalybes, or Bilboa boast
1.581Their harden'd Iron; when our Mines produce
1.582As perfect Martial Ore? Can Tmolus' Head
1.583Vie with our Safron Odours? Or the Fleece
1.584Bætic, or finest Tarentine, compare
1.585With Lemster's silken Wool? Where shall we find
1.586Men more undaunted, for their Country's Weal
1.587More prodigal of Life? In ancient Days,
1.588The Roman Legions, and great Cæsar found
1.589Our Fathers no mean Foes: And Cressy Plains,
1.590And Agincourt, deep-ting'd with Blood, confess
1.591What the Silures Vigour unwithstood
1.592Cou'd do in rigid Fight; and chiefly what
1.593Brydges' wide-wasting Hand, first Garter'd Knight,
1.594Puissant Author of great Chandois' Stemm,
1.595High Chandois, that transmits Paternal Worth,
1.596Prudence, and ancient Prowess, and Renown,
1.597T' his Noble Off-spring. O thrice happy Peer!
1.598That, blest with hoary Vigour, view'st Thy self
1.599Fresh blooming in Thy Generous Son; whose Lips,
1.600Flowing with nervous Eloquence exact,
1.601Charm the wise Senate, and Attention win
1.602In deepest Councils: Ariconium pleas'd,
1.603Him, as her chosen Worthy, first salutes.
1.604Him on th' Iberian, on the Gallic Shore,
1.605Him hardy Britons bless; His faithful Hand
1.606Conveys new Courage from afar, nor more
1.607The General's Conduct, than His Care avails.
1.608Thee also, Glorious Branch of Cecil's Line,
1.609This Country claims; with Pride and Joy to Thee
1.610Thy Alterennis calls: yet she endures
1.611Patient Thy Absence, since Thy prudent Choice
1.612Has fix'd Thee in the Muse's fairest Seat,
1.613Where Aldrich reigns, and from his endless Store
1.614Of universal Knowledge still supplies
1.615His noble Care; He generous Thoughts instills
1.616Of true Nobility, their Country's Love,
1.617(Chief End of Life) and forms their ductile Minds
1.618To Human Virtues: By His Genius led,
1.619Thou soon in every Art preeminent
1.620Shalt grace this Isle, and rise to Burleigh's Fame.
1.621Hail high-born Peer! And Thou, great Nurse of Arts,
1.622And Men, from whence conspicuous Patriots spring,
1.623Hanmer, and Bromley; Thou, to whom with due
1.624Respect Wintonia bows, and joyful owns
1.625Thy mitred Off-spring; be for ever blest
1.626With like Examples, and to future Times
1.627Proficuous, such a Race of Men produce,
1.628As, in the Cause of Virtue firm, may fix
1.629Her Throne inviolate. Hear, ye Gods, this Vow
1.630From One, the meanest in her numerous Train;
1.631Tho' meanest, not least studious of her Praise.
1.632Muse, raise thy Voice to Beaufort's spotless Fame,
1.633To Beaufort, in a long Descent deriv'd
1.634From Royal Ancestry, of Kingly Rights
1.635Faithful Asserters: In Him centring meet
1.636Their glorious Virtues, high Desert from Pride
1.637Disjoin'd, unshaken Honour, and Contempt
1.638Of strong Allurements. O Illustrious Prince!
1.639O Thou of ancient Faith! Exulting, Thee,
1.640In her fair List this happy Land inrolls.
1.641Who can refuse a Tributary Verse
1.642To Weymouth, firmest Friend of slighted Worth
1.643In evil Days? whose hospitable Gate,
1.644Unbarr'd to All, invites a numerous Train
1.645Of daily Guests; whose Board, with Plenty crown'd,
1.646Revives the Feast-rites old: Mean while His Care
1.647Forgets not the afflicted, but content
1.648In Acts of secret Goodness, shuns the Praise,
1.649That sure attends. Permit me, bounteous Lord,
1.650To blazon what tho' hid will beauteous shine;
1.651And with Thy Name to dignifie my Song.
1.652But who is He, that on the winding Stream
1.653Of Vaga first drew vital Breath, and now
1.654Approv'd in Anna's secret Councils sits,
1.655Weighing the Sum of Things, with wise Forecast
1.656Sollicitous of public Good? How large
1.657His Mind, that comprehends what-e'er was known
1.658To Old, or Present Time; yet not elate,
1.659Not conscious of its Skill? What Praise deserves
1.660His liberal Hand, that gathers but to give,
1.661Preventing Suit? O not unthankful Muse,
1.662Him lowly reverence, that first deign'd to hear
1.663Thy Pipe, and skreen'd thee from opprobrious Tongues.
1.664Acknowledge thy Own Harley, and his Name
1.665Inscribe on ev'ry Bark; the wounded Plants
1.666Will fast increase, faster thy just Respect.
1.667Such are our Heroes, by their Virtues known,
1.668Or Skill in Peace, and War: Of softer Mold
1.669The Female Sex, with sweet attractive Airs
1.670Subdue obdurate Hearts. The Travellers oft,
1.671That view their matchless Forms with transient Glance,
1.672Catch suddain Love, and sigh for Nymphs unknown,
1.673Smit with the Magic of their Eyes: nor hath
1.674The Dædal Hand of Nature only pour'd
1.675Her Gifts of outward Grace; their Innocence
1.676Unfeign'd, and Virtue most engaging, free
1.677From Pride, or Artifice, long Joys afford
1.678To th' honest Nuptial Bed, and in the Wane
1.679Of Life, rebate the Miseries of Age.
1.680And is there found a Wretch, so base of Mind,
1.681That Woman's pow'rful Beauty dares condemn,
1.682Exactest Work of Heav'n? He ill deserves
1.683Or Love, or Pity; friendless let him see
1.684Uneasie, tedious Days, despis'd, forlorn,
1.685As Stain of Human Race: But may the Man,
1.686That chearfully recounts the Females Praise
1.687Find equal Love, and Love's untainted Sweets
1.688Enjoy with Honour. O, ye Gods! might I
1.689Elect my Fate, my happiest Choice should be
1.690A fair, and modest Virgin, that invites
1.691With Aspect chast, forbidding loose Desire,
1.692Tenderly smiling; in whose Heav'nly Eye
1.693Sits purest Love enthron'd: But if the Stars
1.694Malignant, these my better Hopes oppose,
1.695May I, at least, the sacred Pleasures know
1.696Of strictest Amity; nor ever want
1.697A Friend, with whom I mutually may share
1.698Gladness, and Anguish, by kind Intercourse
1.699Of Speech, and Offices. May in my Mind,
1.700Indelible a grateful Sense remain
1.701Of Favours undeserv'd! -- O Thou! from whom
1.702Gladly both Rich, and Low seek Aid; most Wise
1.703Interpreter of Right, whose gracious Voice
1.704Breaths Equity, and curbs too rigid Law
1.705With mild, impartial Reason; what Returns
1.706Of Thanks are due to Thy Beneficence
1.707Freely vouchsaft, when to the Gates of Death
1.708I tended prone? If Thy indulgent Care
1.709Had not preven'd, among unbody'd Shades
1.710I now had wander'd; and these empty Thoughts
1.711Of Apples perish'd: But, uprais'd by Thee,
1.712I tune my Pipe afresh, each Night, and Day
1.713Thy unexampled Goodness to extoll
1.714Desirous; but nor Night, nor Day suffice
1.715For that great Task; the highly Honour'd Name
1.716Of Trevor must employ my willing Thoughts
1.717Incessant, dwell for ever on my Tongue.
1.718Let me be grateful, but let far from me
1.719Be fawning Cringe, and false dissembling Look,
1.720And servile Flattery, that harbours oft
1.721In Courts, and gilded Roofs. Some loose the Bands
1.722Of ancient Friendship, cancell Nature's Laws
1.723For Pageantry, and tawdy Gugaws. Some
1.724Renounce their Sires, oppose paternal Right
1.725For Rule, and Power; and other's Realms invade,
1.726With specious Shews of Love. This traiterous Wretch
1.727Betrays his Sov'ran. Others, destitute
1.728Of real Zeal, to ev'ry Altar bend,
1.729By Lucre sway'd, and act the basest Things
1.730To be styl'd Honourable: Th' Honest Man,
1.731Simple of Heart, prefers inglorious Want
1.732To ill-got Wealth; rather from Door to Door
1.733A jocund Pilgrim, tho' distress'd, he' ll rove,
1.734Than break his plighted Faith; nor Fear, nor Hope,
1.735Will shock his stedfast Soul; rather debar'd
1.736Each common Privilege, cut off from Hopes
1.737Of meanest Gain, of present Goods despoil'd,
1.738He'll bear the Marks of Infamy, contemn'd,
1.739Unpity'd; yet his Mind, of Evil pure,
1.740Supports him, and Intention free from Fraud.
1.741If no Retinue with observant Eyes
1.742Attend him, if he can't with Purple stain
1.743Of cumbrous Vestments, labour'd o'er with Gold,
1.744Dazle the Croud, and set them all agape;
1.745Yet clad in homely Weeds, from Envy's Darts
1.746Remote he lives, nor knows the nightly Pangs
1.747Of Conscience, nor with Spectre's grisly Forms,
1.748Dæmons, and injur'd Souls, at Close of Day
1.749Annoy'd, sad interrupted Slumbers finds.
1.750But (as a Child, whose inexperienc'd Age
1.751Nor evil Purpose fears, nor knows,) enjoys
1.752Night's sweet Refreshment, humid Sleep, sincere.
1.753When Chaunticleer, with Clarion shrill, recalls
1.754The tardy Day, he to his Labours hies
1.755Gladsome, intent on somewhat that may ease
1.756Unhealthy Mortals, and with curious Search
1.757Examines all the Properties of Herbs,
1.758Fossils, and Minerals, that th' embowell'd Earth
1.759Displays, if by his Industry he can
1.760Benefit Human Race: Or else his Thoughts
1.761Are exercis'd with Speculations deep
1.762Of Good, and Just, and Meet, and th' wholsome Rules
1.763Of Temperance, and aught that may improve
1.764The moral Life; not sedulous to rail,
1.765Nor with envenom'd Tongue to blast the Fame
1.766Of harmless Men, or secret Whispers spread,
1.767'Mong faithful Friends, to breed Distrust, and Hate.
1.768Studious of Virtue, he no Life observes
1.769Except his own, his own employs his Cares,
1.770Large Subject! that he labours to refine
1.771Daily, nor of his little Stock denies
1.772Fit Alms to Lazars, merciful, and meek.
1.773Thus sacred Virgil liv'd, from courtly Vice,
1.774And Baits of pompous Rome secure; at Court
1.775Still thoughtful of the rural honest Life,
1.776And how t' improve his Grounds, and how himself:
1.777Best Poet! fit Exemplar for the Tribe
1.778Of Phœbus, nor less fit Mæonides,
1.779Poor eyeless Pilgrim! and if after these,
1.780If after these another I may name,
1.781Thus tender Spencer liv'd, with mean Repast
1.782Content, depress'd by Penury, and Pine
1.783In foreign Realm: Yet not debas'd his Verse
1.784By Fortune's Frowns. And had that Other Bard,
1.785Oh, had but He that first ennobled Song
1.786With holy Raptures, like his Abdiel been,
1.787'Mong many faithless, strictly faithful found;
1.788Unpity'd, he should not have wail'd his Orbs,
1.789That roll'd in vain to find the piercing Ray,
1.790And found no Dawn, by dim Suffusion veil'd!
1.791But He -- However, let the Muse abstain,
1.792Nor blast his Fame, from whom she learnt to sing
1.793In much inferior Strains, grov'ling beneath
1.794Th' Olympian Hill, on Plains, and Vales intent,
1.795Mean Follower. There let her rest a-while,
1.796Pleas'd with the fragrant Walks, and cool Retreat.
2.1O Harcourt, Whom th' ingenuous Love of Arts
2.2Has carry'd from Thy native Soil, beyond
2.3Th' eternal Alpine Snows, and now detains
2.4In Italy's waste Realms, how long must we
2.5Lament Thy Absence? Whilst in sweet Sojourn
2.6Thou view'st the Reliques of old Rome; or what,
2.7Unrival'd Authors by their Presence, made
2.8For ever venerable, rural Seats,
2.9Tibur, and Tusculum, or Virgil's Urn
2.10Green with immortal Bays, which haply Thou,
2.11Respecting his great Name, dost now approach
2.12With bended Knee, and strow with purple Flow'rs;
2.13Unmindful of Thy Friends, that ill can brook
2.14This long Delay. At length, Dear Youth, return,
2.15Of Wit, and Judgement ripe in blooming Years,
2.16And Britain's Isle with Latian Knowledge grace.
2.17Return, and let Thy Father's Worth excite
2.18Thirst of Preeminence; see! how the Cause
2.19Of Widows, and of Orphans He asserts
2.20With winning Rhetoric, and well argu'd Law!
2.21Mark well His Footsteps, and, like Him, deserve
2.22Thy Prince's Favour, and Thy Country's Love.
2.23Mean while (altho' the Massic Grape delights
2.24Pregnant of racy Juice, and Formian Hills
2.25Temper Thy Cups, yet) wilt not Thou reject
2.26Thy native Liquors: Lo! for Thee my Mill
2.27Now grinds choice Apples, and the British Vats
2.28O'erflow with generous Cyder; far remote
2.29Accept this Labour, nor despise the Muse,
2.30That, passing Lands, and Seas, on Thee attends.
2.31Thus far of Trees: The pleasing Task remains,
2.32To sing of Wines, and Autumn's blest Increase.
2.33Th' Effects of Art are shewn, yet what avails
2.34'Gainst Heav'n? Oft, notwithstanding all thy Care
2.35To help thy Plants, when the small Fruit'ry seems
2.36Exempt from Ills, an oriental Blast
2.37Disastrous flies, soon as the Hind, fatigu'd,
2.38Unyokes his Team; the tender Freight, unskill'd
2.39To bear the hot Disease, distemper'd pines
2.40In the Year's Prime, the deadly Plague annoys
2.41The wide Inclosure; think not vainly now
2.42To treat thy Neighbours with mellifluous Cups,
2.43Thus disappointed: If the former Years
2.44Exhibit no Supplies, alas! thou must,
2.45With tastless Water wash thy droughty Throat.
2.46A thousand Accidents the Farmer's Hopes
2.47Subvert, or checque; uncertain all his Toil,
2.48'Till lusty Autumn's luke-warm Days, allay'd
2.49With gentle Colds, insensibly confirm
2.50His ripening Labours: Autumn to the Fruits
2.51Earth's various Lap produces, Vigour gives
2.52Equal, intenerating milky Grain,
2.53Berries, and Sky-dy'd Plums, and what in Coat
2.54Rough, or soft Rind, or bearded Husk, or Shell;
2.55Fat Olives, and Pistacio's fragrant Nut,
2.56And the Pine's tastful Apple: Autumn paints
2.57Ausonian Hills with Grapes, whilst English Plains
2.58Blush with pomaceous Harvests, breathing Sweets.
2.59O let me now, when the kind early Dew
2.60Unlocks th' embosom'd Odors, walk among
2.61The well rang'd Files of Trees, whose full-ag'd Store
2.62Diffuse Ambrosial Steams, than Myrrh, or Nard
2.63More grateful, or perfuming flow'ry Beane!
2.64Soft whisp'ring Airs, and the Larks mattin Song
2.65Then woo to musing, and becalm the Mind
2.66Perplex'd with irksome Thoughts. Thrice happy time,
2.67Best Portion of the various Year, in which
2.68Nature rejoyceth, smiling on her Works
2.69Lovely, to full Perfection wrought! but ah,
2.70Short are our Joys, and neighb'ring Griefs disturb
2.71Our pleasant Hours. Inclement Winter dwells
2.72Contiguous; forthwith frosty Blasts deface
2.73The blithsome Year: Trees of their shrivel'd Fruits
2.74Are widow'd, dreery Storms o'er all prevail.
2.75Now, now's the time; e'er hasty Suns forbid
2.76To work, disburthen thou thy sapless Wood
2.77Of its rich Progeny; the turgid Fruit
2.78Abounds with mellow Liquor; now exhort
2.79Thy Hinds to exercise the pointed Steel
2.80On the hard Rock, and give a wheely Form
2.81To the expected Grinder: Now prepare
2.82Materials for thy Mill, a sturdy Post
2.83Cylindric, to support the Grinder's Weight
2.84Excessive, and a flexile Sallow' entrench'd,
2.85Rounding, capacious of the juicy Hord.
2.86Nor must thou not be mindful of thy Press
2.87Long e'er the Vintage; but with timely Care
2.88Shave the Goat's shaggy Beard, least thou too late,
2.89In vain should'st seek a Strainer, to dispart
2.90The husky, terrene Dregs, from purer Must.
2.91Be cautious next a proper Steed to find,
2.92Whose Prime is past; the vigorous Horse disdains
2.93Such servile Labours, or, if forc'd, forgets
2.94His past Atchievements, and victorious Palms.
2.95Blind Bayard rather, worn with Work, and Years,
2.96Shall roll th' unweildy Stone; with sober Pace
2.97He'll tread the circling Path 'till dewy Eve,
2.98From early Day-spring, pleas'd to find his Age
2.99Declining, not unuseful to his Lord.
2.100Some, when the Press, by utmost Vigour screw'd,
2.101Has drain'd the pulpous Mass, regale their Swine
2.102With the dry Refuse; thou, more wise shalt steep
2.103Thy Husks in Water, and again employ
2.104The pondrous Engine. Water will imbibe
2.105The small Remains of Spirit, and acquire
2.106A vinous Flavour; this the Peasants blith
2.107Will quaff, and whistle, as thy tinkling Team
2.108They drive, and sing of Fusca's radiant Eyes,
2.109Pleas'd with the medly Draught. Not shalt thou now
2.110Reject the Apple-Cheese, tho' quite exhaust;
2.111Ev'n now 'twill cherish, and improve the Roots
2.112Of sickly Plants; new Vigor hence convey'd
2.113Will yield an Harvest of unusual Growth.
2.114Such Profit springs from Husks discreetly us'd!
2.115The tender Apples, from their Parents rent
2.116By stormy Shocks, must not neglected lye,
2.117The Prey of Worms: A frugal Man I knew,
2.118Rich in one barren Acre, which, subdu'd
2.119By endless Culture, with sufficient Must
2.120His Casks replenisht yearly: He no more
2.121Desir'd, nor wanted, diligent to learn
2.122The various Seasons, and by Skill repell
2.123Invading Pests, successful in his Cares,
2.124'Till the damp Lybian Wind, with Tempests arm'd
2.125Outrageous, bluster'd horrible amidst
2.126His Cyder-Grove: O'er-turn'd by furious Blasts,
2.127The sightly Ranks fall prostrate, and around
2.128Their Fruitage scatter'd, from the genial Boughs
2.129Stript immature: Yet did he not repine,
2.130Nor curse his Stars; but prudent, his fall'n Heaps
2.131Collecting, cherish'd with the tepid Wreaths
2.132Of tedded Grass, and the Sun's mellowing Beams
2.133Rival'd with artful Heats, and thence procur'd
2.134A costly Liquor, by improving Time
2.135Equal'd with what the happiest Vintage bears.
2.136But this I warn Thee, and shall alway warn,
2.137No heterogeneous Mixtures use, as some
2.138With watry Turneps have debas'd their Wines,
2.139Too frugal; nor let the crude Humors dance
2.140In heated Brass, steaming with Fire intense;
2.141Altho' Devonia much commends the Use
2.142Of strengthning Vulcan; with their native Strength
2.143Thy Wines sufficient, other Aid refuse;
2.144And, when th' allotted Orb of Time's compleat,
2.145Are more commended than the labour'd Drinks.
2.146Nor let thy Avarice tempt thee to withdraw
2.147The Priest's appointed Share; with cheerful Heart
2.148The tenth of thy Increase bestow, and own
2.149Heav'n's bounteous Goodness, that will sure repay
2.150Thy grateful Duty: This neglected, fear
2.151Signal Avengeance, such as over-took
2.152A Miser, that unjustly once with-held
2.153The Clergy's Due; relying on himself,
2.154His Fields he tended with successless Care,
2.155Early, and late, when, or unwish't for Rain
2.156Descended, or unseasonable Frosts
2.157Curb'd his increasing Hopes, or when around
2.158The Clouds dropt Fatness, in the middle Sky
2.159The Dew suspended staid, and left unmoist
2.160His execrable Glebe; recording this,
2.161Be Just, and Wise, and tremble to transgress.
2.162Learn now, the Promise of the coming Year
2.163To know, that by no flattering Signs abus'd,
2.164Thou wisely may'st provide: The various Moon
2.165Prophetic, and attendant Stars explain
2.166Each rising Dawn; e'er Icy Crusts surmount
2.167The current Stream, the heav'nly Orbs serene
2.168Twinkle with trembling Rays, and Cynthia glows
2.169With Light unsully'd: Now the Fowler, warn'd
2.170By these good Omens, with swift early Steps
2.171Treads the crimp Earth, ranging thro' Fields and Glades
2.172Offensive to the Birds, sulphureous Death
2.173Checques their mid Flight, and heedless while they strain
2.174Their tuneful Throats, the tow'ring, heavy Lead
2.175O'er-takes their Speed; they leave their little Lives
2.176Above the Clouds, præcipitant to Earth.
2.177The Woodcocks early Visit, and Abode
2.178Of long Continuance on our temperate Clime,
2.179Foretell a liberal Harvest: He of Times
2.180Intelligent, th' harsh Hyperborean Ice
2.181Shuns for our equal Winters; when our Suns
2.182Cleave the chill'd Soil, he backward wings his Way
2.183To Scandinavian frozen Summers, meet
2.184For his num'd Blood. But nothing profits more
2.185Than frequent Snows: O, may'st Thou often see
2.186Thy Furrows whiten'd by the woolly Rain,
2.187Nutricious! Secret Nitre lurks within
2.188The porous Wet, quick'ning the languid Glebe.
2.189Sometimes thou shalt with fervent Vows implore
2.190A moderate Wind; the Orchat loves to wave
2.191With Winter-Winds, before the Gems exert
2.192Their feeble Heads; the loosen'd Roots then drink
2.193Large Increment, Earnest of happy Years.
2.194Nor will it nothing profit to observe
2.195The monthly Stars, their pow'rful Influence
2.196O'er planted Fields, what Vegetables reign
2.197Under each Sign. On our Account has Jove
2.198Indulgent, to all Moons some succulent Plant
2.199Allotted, that poor, helpless Man might slack
2.200His present Thirst, and Matter find for Toil.
2.201Now will the Corinths, now the Rasps supply
2.202Delicious Draughts; the Quinces now, or Plums,
2.203Or Cherries, or the fair Thisbeian Fruit
2.204Are prest to Wines; the Britons squeeze the Works
2.205Of sedulous Bees, and mixing od'rous Herbs
2.206Prepare balsamic Cups, to wheezing Lungs
2.207Medicinal, and short-breath'd, ancient Sires.
2.208But, if Thou' rt indefatigably bent
2.209To toil, and omnifarious Drinks wou'dst brew;
2.210Besides the Orchat, ev'ry Hedge, and Bush
2.211Affords Assistance; ev'n afflictive Birch,
2.212Curs'd by unletter'd, idle Youth, distills
2.213A limpid Current from her wounded Bark,
2.214Profuse of nursing Sap. When Solar Beams
2.215Parch thirsty human Veins, the damask't Meads,
2.216Unforc'd display ten thousand painted Flow'rs
2.217Useful in Potables. Thy little Sons
2.218Permit to range the Pastures; gladly they
2.219Will mow the Cowslip-Posies, faintly sweet,
2.220From whence thou artificial Wines shalt drain
2.221Of icy Taste, that, in mid Fervors, best
2.222Slack craving Thirst, and mitigate the Day.
2.223Happy Iërne, whose most wholsome Air
2.224Poisons envenom'd Spiders, and forbids
2.225The baleful Toad, and Viper from her Shore!
2.226More happy in her Balmy Draughts, (enrich'd
2.227With Miscellaneous Spices, and the Root
2.228For Thirst-abating Sweetness prais'd,) which wide
2.229Extend her Fame, and to each drooping Heart
2.230Present Redress, and lively Health convey.
2.231See, how the Belgæ, Sedulous, and Stout,
2.232With Bowls of fat'ning Mum, or blissful Cups
2.233Of Kernell-relish'd Fluids, the fair Star
2.234Of early Phosphorus salute, at Noon
2.235Jocund with frequent-rising Fumes! by Use
2.236Instructed, thus to quell their Native Flegm
2.237Prevailing, and engender wayward Mirth.
2.238What need to treat of distant Climes, remov'd
2.239Far from the slopeing Journey of the Year,
2.240Beyond Petsora, and Islandic Coasts?
2.241Where ever-during Snows, perpetual Shades
2.242Of Darkness, would congeal their livid Blood,
2.243Did not the Arctic Tract, spontaneous yield
2.244A cheering purple Berry, big with Wine,
2.245Intensely fervent, which each Hour they crave,
2.246Spread round a flaming Pile of Pines, and oft
2.247They interlard their native Drinks with choice
2.248Of strongest Brandy, yet scarce with these Aids
2.249Enabl'd to prevent the suddain Rot
2.250Of freezing Nose, and quick-decaying Feet.
2.251Nor less the Sable Borderers of Nile,
2.252Nor who Taprobane manure, nor They,
2.253Whom sunny Borneo bears, are stor'd with Streams
2.254Egregious, Rum, and Rice's Spirit extract.
2.255For here, expos'd to perpendicular Rays,
2.256In vain they covet Shades, and Thrascias' Gales,
2.257Pining with Æquinoctial Heat, unless
2.258The Cordial Glass perpetual Motion keep,
2.259Quick circuiting; nor dare they close their Eyes,
2.260Void of a bulky Charger near their Lips,
2.261With which, in often-interrupted Sleep,
2.262Their frying Blood compells to irrigate
2.263Their dry-furr'd Tongues, else minutely to Death
2.264Obnoxious, dismal Death, th' Effect of Drought!
2.265More happy they, born in Columbus' World,
2.266Carybbes, and they, whom the Cotton Plant
2.267With downy-sprouting Vests arrays! Their Woods
2.268Bow with prodigious Nuts, that give at once
2.269Celestial Food, and Nectar; then, at hand
2.270The Lemmon, uncorrupt with Voyage long,
2.271To vinous Spirits added (heav'nly Drink!)
2.272They with Pneumatic Engine, ceaseless draw,
2.273Intent on Laughter; a continual Tide
2.274Flows from th' exhilerating Fount. As, when
2.275Against a secret Cliff, with soddain Shock
2.276A Ship is dash'd, and leaking drinks the Sea,
2.277Th' astonish'd Mariners ay ply the Pump,
2.278No Stay, nor Rest, 'till the wide Breach is clos'd.
2.279So they (but chearful) unfatigu'd, still move
2.280The draining Sucker, then alone concern'd,
2.281When the dry Bowl forbids their pleasing Work.
2.282But if to hording Thou art bent, thy Hopes
2.283Are frustrate, shou'dst Thou think thy Pipes will flow
2.284With early-limpid Wine. The horded Store,
2.285And the harsh Draught, must twice endure the Sun's
2.286Kind strengthning Heat, twice Winter's purging Cold.
2.287There are, that a compounded Fluid drain
2.288From different Mixtures, Woodcock, Pippin, Moyle,
2.289Rough Eliot, sweet Permain, the blended Streams
2.290(Each mutually correcting each) create
2.291A pleasurable Medly, of what Taste
2.292Hardly distinguish'd; as the show'ry Arch,
2.293With listed Colours gay, Or, Azure, Gules,
2.294Delights, and puzles the Beholder's Eye,
2.295That views the watry Brede, with thousand Shews
2.296Of Painture vary'd, yet's unskill'd to tell
2.297Or where one Colour rises, or one faints.
2.298Some Cyders have by Art, or Age unlearn'd
2.299Their genuine Relish, and of sundry Vines
2.300Assum'd the Flavour; one sort counterfeits
2.301The Spanish Product, this, to Gauls has seem'd
2.302The sparkling Nectar of Champaigne; with that,
2.303A German oft has swill'd his Throat, and sworn,
2.304Deluded, that Imperial Rhine bestow'd
2.305The Generous Rummer, whilst the Owner pleas'd,
2.306Laughs inly at his Guests, thus entertain'd
2.307With Foreign Vintage from his Cyder-Cask.
2.308Soon as thy Liquor from the narrow Cells
2.309Of close-prest Husks is freed, thou must refrain
2.310Thy thirsty Soul; let none persuade to broach
2.311Thy thick, unwholsom, undigested Cades:
2.312The hoary Frosts, and Northern Blasts take care
2.313Thy muddy Bev'rage to serene, and drive
2.314Præcipitant the baser, ropy Lees.
2.315And now thy Wine's transpicuous, purg'd from all
2.316It's earthy Gross, yet let it feed awhile
2.317On the fat Refuse, least too soon disjoin'd
2.318From spritely, it, to sharp, or vappid change.
2.319When to convenient Vigour it attains,
2.320Suffice it to provide a brazen Tube
2.321Inflext; self-taught, and voluntary flies
2.322The defecated Liquor, thro' the Vent
2.323Ascending, then by downward Tract convey'd,
2.324Spouts into subject Vessels, lovely clear.
2.325As when a Noon-tide Sun, with Summer Beams,
2.326Darts thro' a Cloud, her watry Skirts are edg'd
2.327With lucid Amber, or undrossy Gold:
2.328So, and so richly, the purg'd Liquid shines.
2.329Now also, when the Colds abate, nor yet
2.330Full Summer shines, a dubious Season, close
2.331In Glass thy purer Streams, and let them gain,
2.332From due Confinement, Spirit, and Flavour new.
2.333For this Intent, the subtle Chymist feeds
2.334Perpetual Flames, whose unresisted Force
2.335O'er Sand, and Ashes, and the stubborn Flint
2.336Prevailing, turns into a fusil Sea,
2.337That in his Furnace bubbles sunny-red:
2.338From hence a glowing Drop, with hollow'd Steel
2.339He takes, and by one efficacious Breath
2.340Dilates to a surprising Cube, or Sphære,
2.341Or Oval, and fit Receptacles forms
2.342For every Liquid, with his plastic Lungs,
2.343To human Life subservient; By his Means
2.344Cyders in Metal frail improve; the Moyle,
2.345And tastful Pippin, in a Moon's short Year,
2.346Acquire compleat Perfection: Now they smoke
2.347Transparent, sparkling in each Drop, Delight
2.348Of curious Palate, by fair Virgins crav'd.
2.349But harsher Fluids different lengths of time
2.350Expect: Thy Flask will slowly mitigate
2.351The Eliot's Roughness. Stirom, firmest Fruit,
2.352Embottled (long as Priameian Troy
2.353Withstood the Greeks) endures, e'er justly mild.
2.354Soften'd by Age, it youthful Vigor gains,
2.355Fallacious Drink! Ye honest Men beware,
2.356Nor trust its Smoothness; The third circling Glass
2.357Suffices Virtue: But may Hypocrites,
2.358(That slyly speak one thing, another think,
2.359Hateful as Hell) pleas'd with the Relish weak,
2.360Drink on unwarn'd, 'till by inchanting Cups
2.361Infatuate, they their wily Thoughts disclose,
2.362And thro' Intemperance grow a while sincere.
2.363The Farmer's Toil is done; his Cades mature,
2.364Now call for Vent, his Lands exhaust permit
2.365T' indulge awhile. Now solemn Rites he pays
2.366To Bacchus, Author of Heart-cheering Mirth.
2.367His honest Friends, at thirsty hour of Dusk,
2.368Come uninvited; he with bounteous Hand
2.369Imparts his smoaking Vintage, sweet Reward
2.370Of his own Industry; the well fraught Bowl
2.371Circles incessant, whilst the humble Cell
2.372With quavering Laugh, and rural Jests resounds.
2.373Ease, and Content, and undissembled Love
2.374Shine in each Face; the Thoughts of Labour past
2.375Encrease their Joy. As, from retentive Cage
2.376When sullen Philomel escapes, her Notes
2.377She varies, and of past Imprisonment
2.378Sweetly complains; her Liberty retriev'd
2.379Cheers her sad Soul, improves her pleasing Song.
2.380Gladsome they quaff, yet not exceed the Bounds
2.381Of healthy Temp'rance, nor incroach on Night,
2.382Season of Rest, but well bedew'd repair
2.383Each to his Home, with unsupplanted Feet.
2.384E'er Heav'n's emblazon'd by the Rosie Dawn
2.385Domestic Cares awake them; brisk they rise,
2.386Refresh'd, and lively with the Joys that flow
2.387From amicable Talk, and moderate Cups
2.388Sweetly' interchang'd. The pining Lover finds
2.389Present Redress, and long Oblivion drinks
2.390Of Coy Lucinda. Give the Debtor Wine;
2.391His Joys are short, and few; yet when he drinks
2.392His Dread retires, the flowing Glasses add
2.393Courage, and Mirth: magnificent in Thought,
2.394Imaginary Riches he enjoys,
2.395And in the Goal expatiates unconfin'd.
2.396Nor can the Poet Bacchus' Praise indite,
2.397Debarr'd his Grape: The Muses still require
2.398Humid Regalement, nor will aught avail
2.399Imploring Phœbus, with unmoisten'd Lips.
2.400Thus to the generous Bottle all incline,
2.401By parching Thirst allur'd: With vehement Suns
2.402When dusty Summer bakes the crumbling Clods,
2.403How pleasant is't, beneath the twisted Arch
2.404Of a retreating Bow'r, in Mid-day's Reign
2.405To ply the sweet Carouse, remote from Noise,
2.406Secur'd of fev'rish Heats! When th' aged Year
2.407Inclines, and Boreas' Spirit blusters frore,
2.408Beware th' inclement Heav'ns; now let thy Hearth
2.409Crackle with juiceless Boughs; thy lingring Blood
2.410Now instigate with th' Apples powerful Streams.
2.411Perpetual Showers, and stormy Gusts confine
2.412The willing Ploughman, and December warns
2.413To Annual Jollities; now sportive Youth
2.414Carol incondite Rhythms, with suiting Notes,
2.415And quaver unharmonious; sturdy Swains
2.416In clean Array, for rustic Dance prepare,
2.417Mixt with the Buxom Damsels; hand in hand
2.418They frisk, and bound, and various Mazes weave,
2.419Shaking their brawny Limbs, with uncouth Mein,
2.420Transported, and sometimes, an oblique Leer
2.421Dart on their Loves, sometimes, an hasty Kiss
2.422Steal from unwary Lasses; they with Scorn,
2.423And Neck reclin'd, resent the ravish'd Bliss.
2.424Mean while, blind British Bards with volant Touch
2.425Traverse loquacious Strings, whose solemn Notes
2.426Provoke to harmless Revels; these among,
2.427A subtle Artist stands, in wondrous Bag
2.428That bears imprison'd Winds, (of gentler sort
2.429Than those, which erst Laertes Son enclos'd.)
2.430Peaceful they sleep, but let the tuneful Squeeze
2.431Of labouring Elbow rouse them, out they fly
2.432Melodious, and with spritely Accents charm.
2.433'Midst these Disports, forget they not to drench
2.434Themselves with bellying Goblets, nor when Spring
2.435Returns, can they refuse to usher in
2.436The fresh-born Year with loud Acclaim, and store
2.437Of jovial Draughts, now, when the sappy Boughs
2.438Attire themselves with Blooms, sweet Rudiments
2.439Of future Harvest: When the Gnossian Crown
2.440Leads on expected Autumn, and the Trees
2.441Discharge their mellow Burthens, let them thank
2.442Boon Nature, that thus annually supplies
2.443Their Vaults, and with her former Liquid Gifts
2.444Exhilerate their languid Minds, within
2.445The Golden Mean confin'd: Beyond, there's naught
2.446Of Health, or Pleasure. Therefore, when thy Heart
2.447Dilates with fervent Joys, and eager Soul
2.448Prompts to persue the sparkling Glass, be sure
2.449'Tis time to shun it; if thou wilt prolong
2.450Dire Compotation, forthwith Reason quits
2.451Her Empire to Confusion, and Misrule,
2.452And vain Debates; then twenty Tongues at once
2.453Conspire in senseless Jargon, naught is heard
2.454But Din, and various Clamour, and mad Rant:
2.455Distrust, and Jealousie to these succeed,
2.456And anger-kindling Taunt, the certain Bane
2.457Of well-knit Fellowship. Now horrid Frays
2.458Commence, the brimming Glasses now are hurl'd
2.459With dire Intent; Bottles with Bottles clash
2.460In rude Encounter, round their Temples fly
2.461The sharp-edg'd Fragments, down their batter'd Cheeks
2.462Mixt Gore, and Cyder flow: What shall we say
2.463Of rash Elpenor, who in evil Hour
2.464Dry'd an immeasurable Bowl, and thought
2.465T' exhale his Surfeit by irriguous Sleep,
2.466Imprudent? Him, Death's Iron-Sleep opprest,
2.467Descending careless from his Couch; the Fall
2.468Luxt his Neck-joint, and spinal Marrow bruis'd.
2.469Nor need we tell what anxious Cares attend
2.470The turbulent Mirth of Wine; nor all the kinds
2.471Of Maladies, that lead to Death's grim Cave,
2.472Wrought by Intemperance, joint-racking Gout,
2.473Intestine Stone, and pining Atrophy,
2.474Chill, even when the Sun with July-Heats
2.475Frys the scorch'd Soil, and Dropsy all a-float,
2.476Yet craving Liquids: Nor the Centaurs Tale
2.477Be here repeated; how with Lust, and Wine
2.478Inflam'd, they fought, and spilt their drunken Souls
2.479At feasting Hour. Ye Heav'nly Pow'rs, that guard
2.480The British Isles, such dire Events remove
2.481Far from fair Albion, nor let Civil Broils
2.482Ferment from Social Cups: May we, remote
2.483From the hoarse, brazen Sound of War, enjoy
2.484Our humid Products, and with seemly Draughts
2.485Enkindle Mirth, and Hospitable Love.
2.486Too oft alas! has mutual Hatred drench'd
2.487Our Swords in Native Blood, too oft has Pride,
2.488And hellish Discord, and insatiate Thirst
2.489Of other's Rights, our Quiet discompos'd.
2.490Have we forgot, how fell Destruction rag'd
2.491Wide-spreading, when by Eris' Torch incens'd
2.492Our Fathers warr'd? What Hero's, signaliz'd
2.493For Loyalty, and Prowess, met their Fate
2.494Untimely, undeserv'd! How Bertie fell,
2.495Compton, and Granvill, dauntless Sons of Mars,
2.496Fit Themes of endless Grief, but that we view
2.497Their Virtues yet surviving in their Race!
2.498Can we forget, how the mad, headstrong Rout
2.499Defy'd their Prince to Arms, nor made account
2.500Of Faith, or Duty, or Allegiance sworn?
2.501Apostate, Atheist Rebells! bent to Ill,
2.502With seeming Sanctity, and cover'd Fraud,
2.503Instill'd by him, who first presum'd t' oppose
2.504Omnipotence; alike their Crime, th'Event
2.505Was not alike; these triumph'd, and in height
2.506Of barbarous Malice, and insulting Pride,
2.507Abstain'd not from Imperial Bloud. O Fact
2.508Unparallel'd! O Charles! O Best of Kings!
2.509What Stars their black, disastrous Influence shed
2.510On Thy Nativity, that Thou shou'dst fall
2.511Thus, by inglorious Hands, in this Thy Realm,
2.512Supreme, and Innocent, adjudg'd to Death
2.513By those, Thy Mercy only wou'd have sav'd!
2.514Yet was the Cyder-Land unstain'd with Guilt;
2.515The Cyder-Land, obsequious still to Thrones,
2.516Abhorr'd such base, disloyal Deeds, and all
2.517Her Pruning-hooks extended into Swords,
2.518Undaunted, to assert the trampled Rights
2.519Of Monarchy; but, ah! successless She
2.520However faithful! then was no Regard
2.521Of Right, or Wrong. And this, once Happy, Land
2.522By home-bred Fury rent, long groan'd beneath
2.523Tyrannic Sway, 'till fair-revolving Years
2.524Our exil'd Kings, and Liberty restor'd.
2.525Now we exult, by mighty ANNA's Care
2.526Secure at home, while She to foreign Realms
2.527Sends forth her dreadful Legions, and restrains
2.528The Rage of Kings: Here, nobly She supports
2.529Justice oppress'd; here, Her victorious Arms
2.530Quell the Ambitious: From Her Hand alone
2.531All Europe fears Revenge, or hopes Redress.
2.532Rejoice, O Albion! sever'd from the World
2.533By Nature's wise Indulgence, indigent
2.534Of nothing from without; in One Supreme
2.535Intirely blest; and from beginning time
2.536Design'd thus happy; but the fond Desire
2.537Of Rule, and Grandeur, multiply'd a Race
2.538Of Kings, and numerous Sceptres introduc'd,
2.539Destructive of the public Weal: For now
2.540Each Potentate, as wary Fear, or Strength,
2.541Or Emulation urg'd, his Neighbour's Bounds
2.542Invades, and ampler Territory seeks
2.543With ruinous Assault; on every Plain
2.544Host cop'd with Host, dire was the Din of War,
2.545And ceaseless, or short Truce haply procur'd
2.546By Havoc, and Dismay, 'till Jealousy
2.547Rais'd new Combustion: Thus was Peace in vain
2.548Sought for by Martial Deeds, and Conflict stern:
2.549'Till Edgar grateful (as to those who pine
2.550A dismal half-Year Night, the orient Beam
2.551Of Phœbus Lamp) arose, and into one
2.552Cemented all the long-contending Pow'rs,
2.553Pacific Monarch; then her lovely Head
2.554Concord rear'd high, and all around diffus'd
2.555The Spirit of Love; at Ease, the Bards new strung
2.556Their silent Harps, and taught the Woods, and Vales,
2.557In uncouth Rhythms, to echo Edgar's Name.
2.558Then Gladness smil'd in every Eye; the Years
2.559Ran smoothly on, productive of a Line
2.560Of wise, Heroic Kings, that by just Laws
2.561Establish'd Happiness at home, or crush'd
2.562Insulting Enemies in farthest Climes.
2.563See Lyon-Hearted Richard, with his Force
2.564Drawn from the North, to Jury's hallow'd Plains!
2.565Piously valiant, (like a Torrent swell'd
2.566With wintry Tempests, that disdains all Mounds,
2.567Breaking a Way impetuous, and involves
2.568Within its Sweep, Trees, Houses, Men) he press'd
2.569Amidst the thickest Battel; and o'er-threw
2.570What-e'er withstood his zealous Rage; no Pause,
2.571No Stay of Slaughter, found his vigorous Arm,
2.572But th' unbelieving Squadrons turn'd to Flight
2.573Smote in the Rear, and with dishonest Wounds
2.574Mangl'd behind: The Soldan, as he fled,
2.575Oft call'd on Alla, gnashing with Despite,
2.576And Shame, and murmur'd many an empty Curse.
2.577Behold Third Edward's Streamers blazing high
2.578On Gallia's hostile Ground! his Right witheld,
2.579Awakens Vengeance; O imprudent Gauls,
2.580Relying on false Hopes, thus to incense
2.581The warlike English! one important Day
2.582Shall teach you meaner Thoughts! Eager of Fight,
2.583Fierce Brutus Off-spring to the adverse Front
2.584Advance resistless, and their deep Array
2.585With furious Inroad pierce; the mighty Force
2.586Of Edward, twice o'erturn'd their desperate King,
2.587Twice he arose, and join'd the horrid Shock:
2.588The third time, with his wide-extended Wings,
2.589He fugitive declin'd superior Strength,
2.590Discomfited; persu'd, in the sad Chace
2.591Ten Thousands ignominious fall; with Bloud
2.592The Vallies float: Great Edward thus aveng'd,
2.593With golden Iris his broad Shield emboss'd.
2.594Thrice glorious Prince! whom, Fame with all her Tongues
2.595For ever shall resound. Yet from his Loins
2.596New Authors of Dissention spring; from him
2.597Two Branches, that in hosting long contend
2.598For Sov'ran Sway; (and can such Anger dwell
2.599In noblest Minds?) but little now avail'd
2.600The Ties of Friendship; every Man, as lead
2.601By Inclination, or vain Hope, repair'd
2.602To either Camp, and breath'd immortal Hate,
2.603And dire Revenge: Now horrid Slaughter reigns;
2.604Sons against Fathers tilt the fatal Lance,
2.605Careless of Duty, and their native Grounds
2.606Distain with Kindred Blood, the twanging Bows
2.607Send Showers of Shafts, that on their barbed Points
2.608Alternate Ruin bear. Here might you see
2.609Barons, and Peasants on th' embattled Field
2.610Slain, or half dead, in one huge, ghastly Heap
2.611Promiscuously amast: with dismal Groans,
2.612And Ejulation, in the Pangs of Death
2.613Some call for Aid, neglected; some o'erturn'd
2.614In the fierce Shock, lye gasping, and expire,
2.615Trampled by fiery Coursers; Horror thus,
2.616And wild Uproar, and Desolation reign'd
2.617Unrespited: Ah! who at length will end
2.618This long, pernicious Fray? What Man has Fate
2.619Reserv'd for this great Work? -- Hail, happy Prince
2.620Of Tudor's Race, whom in the Womb of Time
2.621Cadwallador foresaw! Thou, Thou art He,
2.622Great Richmond Henry, that by nuptial Rites
2.623Must close the Gates of Janus, and remove
2.624Destructive Discord: Now no more the Drum
2.625Provokes to Arms, or Trumpet's Clangor shrill
2.626Affrights the Wives, or chills the Virgin's Bloud;
2.627But Joy, and Pleasure open to the View
2.628Uninterrupted! With presaging Skill
2.629Thou to Thy own unitest Fergus' Line
2.630By wise Alliance; from Thee James descends,
2.631Heav'ns chosen Fav'rite, first Britannic King.
2.632To him alone, Hereditary Right
2.633Gave Power supreme; yet still some Seeds remain'd
2.634Of Discontent; two Nations under One,
2.635In Laws and Int'rest diverse, still persu'd
2.636Peculiar Ends, on each Side resolute
2.637To fly Conjunction; neither Fear, nor Hope,
2.638Nor the sweet Prospect of a mutual Gain,
2.639Cou'd ought avail, 'till prudent ANNA said
2.640LET THERE BE UNION; strait with Reverence due
2.641To Her Command, they willingly unite,
2.642One in Affection, Laws, and Government,
2.643Indissolubly firm; from Dubris South,
2.644To Northern Orcades, Her long Domain.
2.645And now thus leagu'd by an eternal Bond,
2.646What shall retard the Britons' bold Designs,
2.647Or who sustain their Force; in Union knit,
2.648Sufficient to withstand the Pow'rs combin'd
2.649Of all this Globe? At this important Act
2.650The Mauritanian and Cathaian Kings
2.651Already tremble, and th' unbaptiz'd Turk
2.652Dreads War from utmost Thule; uncontrol'd
2.653The British Navy thro' the Ocean vast
2.654Shall wave her double Cross, t' extreamest Climes
2.655Terrific, and return with odorous Spoils
2.656Of Araby well fraught, or Indus' Wealth,
2.657Pearl, and Barbaric Gold; mean while the Swains
2.658Shall unmolested reap, what Plenty strows
2.659From well stor'd Horn, rich Grain, and timely Fruits.
2.660The elder Year, Pomona, pleas'd, shall deck
2.661With ruby-tinctur'd Births, whose liquid Store
2.662Abundant, flowing in well blended Streams,
2.663The Natives shall applaud; while glad they talk
2.664Of baleful Ills, caus'd by Bellona's Wrath
2.665In other Realms; where-e'er the British spread
2.666Triumphant Banners, or their Fame has reach'd
2.667Diffusive, to the utmost Bounds of this
2.668Wide Universe, Silurian Cyder borne
2.669Shall please all Tasts, and triumph o'er the Vine.
Publication Start Year: 
Publication Notes: 
Cyder: A Poem in Two Books (London: J. Tonson, 1708). B-10 3699 Fisher Rare Book Library
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
RPO Edition: 
RPO 1999.