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Incult, robust, and tall, by Nature's hand
up to hardy deeds; soon visited By Learning, when before the Gothic rage She took her western flight. A manly race,
895 Of unsubmitting spirit, wise and brave ; Who still through bleeding ages struggled hard, (As well unhappy WALIACE can attest, Great patriot-hero ! ill-requited chief) To hold a generous undiminished state ;
900 Too much in vain ! Hence of unequal bounds Impatient, and by tempting glory borne O’er every land, for every land their life Has flowed profuse, their piercing genius planned, And swelled the pomp of peace their faithful toil. 905 As from their own clear north, in radiant streams, Bright over Europe burst the Boreal Morn'.
Oh is there not some patriot, in whose power That best, that gollike Luxury is placed, Of blessing thousands, thousands yet unborn. 910 Thro' late posterity ? some, large of soul, To cheer dejected Industry ? to give A double harvest to the pining swain ? And teach the labouring hand the sweets of toil ?
Argyll and Forbes..
How by the finest art, the native robe
925 Bid BRITAIN reign the mistress of the deep ?
Yes, there are such. And full on thee, ARGYLL,
935 Of sulphurous war, on Tenier's dreadful field. Nor less the palm of peace inwreathes thy brow : For, powerful as thy sword, from thy rich tongue Persuasion flows, and wins the high debate ; While mixed in thee combine the charm of youth, 940 The force of manhood, and the depth of age. Thee, FORBES, too, whom every worth attends, As truth sincere, as weeping friendship kind, Thee, truly generous, and in silence great, Thy country feels thro' her reviving arts,
945 Planned by thy wisdom, by thy soul informed ;
Shade and Solitude.
And seldom has she known a friend like thee.
But see the fading many-coloured woods, Shade deepening over shade, the country round Imbrown ; a crowded umbrage, dusk and dun, 950 Of every hue, from wan-declining green To sooty dark. These now the lonesome Muse, Low whispering, lead into their leaf-strown walks, And give the season in its latest view.
Mean time, light shadowing all, a sober calm 955 Fleeces unbounded ether ; whose least wave Stands tremulous, uncertain where to turn The gentle current : while, illumined wide, The dewy-skirted clouds imbibe the sun, And thro' their lucid vale his softened force
960 Shed o'er the peaceful world. Then is the time, For those whom wisdom and whom Nature charm, To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd, And soar above this little scene of things ; To tread low-thoughted vice beneath their feet ; 965 To soothe the throbbing passions into peace ; And woo lone Quiet in her silent walks.
Thus solitary, and in pensive guise, Oft let me wander o'er the russet mead, And thro' the saddened grove, where scarce is heard One dying strain, to cheer the woodman's toil. 970 Haply some widowed songster pours his plaint, Far in faint warblings, thro' the tawny copse. While congregated thrushes, linets, larks, And each wild throat, whose artless strains so late Swelled all the music of the swarming shades, 975 Robbed of their tuneful souls, now shivering sit On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock ; With not a brightness waving o'er their plumes,
Falling of the Leaves.
And naught, save chattering ciiscord, in their note. 980
The pale descending year, yet pleasing still,
He comes ! he comes ! in every breeze the Power
FAs never mingled with the vulgar dream, : Crowd fast into the mind's creative eye. As fast the correspondent passions rise,
1015 As varied, and as high. Devotion raised To rapture, and divine astonishment ; The love of Nature unconfined, and, chief, Of human race ; the large ambitious wish, To make them blest; the sigh for suffering worth Lost in obscurity ; the noble scorn
1020 Of tyrant-pride ; the fearless great resolve ; The wonder which the dying patriot draws, Inspiring glory thro' remotest time; The awakened throb for virtue, and for fame ; The sympathies of love, and friendship dear ; 1025 With all the social offspring of the heart.
Oh bear me then to vast embowering shades, To twilight groves, and visionary vales ; To weeping grottos and prophetic glooms; 1030 Where angel forms athwart the solemn dusk, Tremendous sweep, or seem to sweep along ; And voices more than human, thro' the void Deep-sounding, seize th' enthusiastic ear !
Or is this gloom too much? Then lead, ye powers, That o'er the garden and the rural seat
1036 Preside, which, shining thro' the cheerful land In countless numbers, blest BRITANNIA sees ; O lead me to the wide-extended walks, The fair majestic paradise of STOWE ! *
1040 Not Persian Cyrus on Ionia's shore E’er saw such sylvan scenes ; such various art
* The seat of the Lord Viscount Cobham.