And beyond the purple grove,
Haunt of Phillis, queen of love!
Gandy as the op'ning dawn,
Lies a long and level lawn,
On which a dark hil, Beep and high,
Holds and charms the wand'ring eye!
Peep are his feet in Towy's flood,
His fides are cloath'd with waving wood,
And ancient towers crown his brow,
That caft an aweful leck below;
Whofe ragged walls the ivy creeps,
And with her arms from falling keeps;
So both a fafety from the wind
On mutual dependence find.
'Tis now the raven's bleak abode;
'Tis now th' apartment of the toad;
And there the fox fecurely feeds;
And there the pois'nous adder breeds,
Conceal'd in ruins, mofs, and weeds.
While, ever and anon, there falls
Huge heaps of hoary moulder'd walls.
Yet time has feen, that lifts the low,
And level lays the lofty brow,
Has feen this broken pile compleat,
Big with the vanity of fate;
But tranfient is the fmile of fate!
A little rule, a little fway,
A fun-beam in a winter's day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave.
And fee the rivers how they run,
Thro' woods and meads, in fhade and fun,
Sometimes fwift, fometimes flow,
Wave fucceeding wave, they go
A various journey to the deep,
Like human life to endless fleep!
Thus is Nature's vesture wrought,
To inftruct our wand'ring thought;
Thus fhe dresses green and
To difperfe our cares away.
Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landskip tire the view!
The fountain's fall, the river's flow,
The woody vallies, warm and low;
The windy fummit, wild and high,
Roughly rushing on the fky!
The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tow'r,
The naked rock, the fhady bow'r ;
The town and village, dome and farm,
Each give each a double charm,
As pearls upon an Æthiop's arm.
See on the mountain's fouthern fide,
Where the profpect opens wide,
Where the evening gilds the tide;
How clofe and fmall the hedges lie!
What freaks of meadows crofs the eye!
A ftep methinks may pass the stream,
So little diftant dangers feem;
So we mistake the future's face,
Ey'd thro' hope's deluding glass;
As yon fummits foft and fair,
Clad in colours of the air,
Now, ev'n now, my joys run high,
Now, ev'n now, my joys run high.
Be full, ye courts; be great who will;
Search for Peace with all
Open wide the lofty door,
Seek her on the marble floor,
In vain you search, she is not there;
In vain ye fearch the domes of care!
Grafs and flowers Quiet treads,
On the meads and mountain-heads,
Along with Pleasure, close ally'd,
Ever by each other's fide :
And often, by the murm'ring rill,
Hears the thrush, while all is still,
Within the groves of Grongar Hill.
ΤΟ THE HON. PHILIP YORKE, ESQ.
SOON AFTER THE GENERAL ELECTION
OR quiet, Yorke, the failor cries,
When gathering ftorms obfcure the skies,
The stars no more appearing;
The candidate for quiet prays,
Sick of the bumpers and huzzas
Of bleft electioneering.
Who thinks, that from the Speaker's chair
The Serjeant's man can keep off care,
Is wond'rously mistaken:
Alas! he is not half fo bleft
As thofe, who've liberty, and reft,
And dine on beans and bacon.
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