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When rushing from yon rustling spray,
I rouse me up, and on I rove,
Up * Grongar hill I labour now,
See, below, the pleasant dome,
* A hill in South Wales.
Keep, ye gods, this humble seat,
See yonder hill, uprising steep,
Look upon that flowery plain,
And there behold a bloomy mead,
In blushes the descending sun
But, oh! how bless'd would be the day,
* The name of a seat belonging to the Author's brother,
TO MR. SAVAGE.
SON OF THE LATE EARL RIVERS. Sink not, my friend, beneath misfortune's weight, Pleas’d to be found intrinsically great. Shame on the dull, who think the soul looks less, Because the body wants a glittering dress. It is the mind's for ever bright attire, The inind's embroidery, that the wise admire! That which looks rich to the gross vulgar eyes, Is the fop's tinsel, which the grave despise. Wealth dins the eyes of crowds, and while they gaze, The coxcomb's ne'er discover'd in the blaze! As few the vices of the wealthy see, So virtues are conceal'd by poverty.
Earl Rivers :-In that name how would'st thou shine?
A few, however, yet expect to find,
Thee, Savage, thee (the justly great) admire,
AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND IN TOWN.
Have my friends in the town, in the gay busy town
Forgot such a man as John Dyer?
Whose bosom no pageantries fire ?
No matter, no matter - content in the shades
(Contented ?-why every thing charms me) Fall in tunes all adown the green steep, ye cascades,
Till hence rigid virtue alarms me.
Till outrage arises, or misery needs
The swift, the intrepid avenger; Till sacred religion or liberty bleeds,
Then mine be the deed, and the danger,
Alas! what a folly, that wealth and domain
We heap up in sin and in sorrow! Immense is the toil, yet the labour how vain !
Is not life to be over to-morrow?
Then glide on my moments, the few that I have,
Smooth-shaded, and quiet, and even ; While gently the body descends to the grave,
And the spirit arises to heaven.
WILLIAM Shenstone, one of our most popular and pleasing poets, was born at Hales Owen in Shropshire, 1714. His father, a plain uneducated country gentleman, occupied his own farm ; and finding his son discover a taste for learning, even in his infancy, did not check his predilection for books, though it is probable he saw little utility in such pursuits.
Shenstone's “ chool Mistress,” is a grateful and elegant delineation of the old dame, who first taught him to read. Such was the delight he took in books, that it is recorded, while yet a child he was constantly importuning his fond mother to bring him something new; and when she could not gratify his desires of a book, she placed a piece of wood painted book-fashion under his pillow in order to soothe him to sleep.
Becoming an orphan before he reached his twelfth year, the care of his person and his property devolved on his grandfather and grandmother, and at last on Mr. Dolman of Brome, in Staffordshire, who after giving him a suitable classical education at Hales Owen, and afterwards at Solihul, entered him as a gentleman commoner of Pembroke College, Oxford. At the university, he pursued his studies with much diligence, associating chiefly with young men of a literary turn, and ranking among his particular friends, Mr. Jago and the late ingenious and excellent Mr. Graves of Claverton near Bath.
In 1737, Shenstone published some poems, anonymously, and three years after, produced his “ Judgment of Hercules,” which was followed at intervals by various other compositions. Our poet, about this time, having a clear patrimonial estate of 3001. a year and upwards, then an important sum, visited London, Bath, and other public places, and enjoyed the liberal pleasures of an elegant mind. But his friend, Mr. Dolman, dying in 1745, the care of his estate fell on himself; and