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Admir'd Salopia! that with venial pride
Who chearless o'er her darkling region stray ; Till reason's morn arise, and light them on their way.
ON THE BACK OF A GOTHIC ALCOVE.
BY THE SAME.
O you that bathe in courtlye blyffe,
Or toyle in fortune's giddy spheare ; Do not too rashlye deeme amyise
Of him that bydes contented here.
Nor yet disdeigne the ruffet stoale,
Which o'er each carelesse lymbe he flyngs : Nor yet deryde the beechen bowle,
In whyche he quaifs the lympid springs.
Forgive him, if at eve or dawne,
Devoide of worldlye cark he stray :
He waste his inoffensive daye.
So may he pardonne fraud and strife,
If such in courtlye haunt he fee :
A Il sacred stream, whose waters roll
Tho' destin'd to a later age
Nor thou disdain, in Runic lays
His grateful homage pays.
* Born 1715; dyed 1785.
From Mantua’s reedy lakes with ofiers crown'd, Taught echo from thy banks with transport to re
Is this the scene where Freedom breath’d,
And health at opening day
And make their fields more gay?
Where is the villa's rural pride,
The swelling dome's imperial gleam,
And tremble in thy golden stream?
That rush'd impatient to the war,
And hail'd the passing car?
* The Flaminian way.
For those vile waftes, we cry, had Fate decreed That Veii's sons should strive, for these CAMIL
The musing hepherd from Soracte's height 40
They did. For this deserted plain
the nations law.
Yes, Thou and Latium once were great.
And fill, ye first of human things, 50
Her fame and thine triumphant springs.
And strow the desart earth beneath,
60 Produce from old records of genuine fame Such herocs, poets, kings, or emulate thy name?