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He first fair Learning's and Britannia's cause
Adorn'd with manners, and advanc'd with laws;
He bade relent the Briton's savage heart,
And form'd his soul to social scenes of art,
Wisest and best of kings ! -----with ravish'd gaze
Elate the long procession he surveys :
Joyful he smiles to find, that not in vain
He plan'd the rudiments of Learning's reign :
Himself he marks in each ingenuous breaft,
With all the founder in the race exprest :
With rapture views, fair Freedom still survive
In yon bright domes (ill-fated fugitive)
(Such seen, as when the Goddess pour'd the beam
Unsullied on his ancient diadem)
Well pleas'd that in his own Pierian seat
She plumes her wings, and refts her weary feet;
That here at last she takes her fav’rite stand,
“Here deigns to linger, ere the leave the land."






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ET others boaft their heaps of shining gold,

And view their fields with waving plenty crown'd,
Whom neighb'ring foes in constant terror hold,
And trumpets break their slumbers, never found :

While calmly poor, I trifle life away,
Enjoy sweet leisure by my chearful fire,
No wanton hope my quiet shall betray,
But cheaply bless’d I'll scorn each vain desire.

With timely care I'll fow my little field,
And plant my orchard with it's master's hand,
Nor blush to spread the hay, the hook to weild,
Or range the sheaves along the funny land.


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If late at dusk, while carelessly I roam,
I meet a strolling kid, or bleating lamb,
Under my arm I'll bring the wand'rer home,
And not a little chide it's thoughtless dam.


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What joy to hear the tempest howl in vain,
And clasp a fearful mistress to my breast ?
Or lull'd to flumber by the beating rain,
Secure and happy sink at last to rest !

Or if the sun in faming Leo ride,
By shady rivers indolently stray,
And with my delia walking side by side,
Hear how they murmur, as they glide away.

What joy to wind along the cool retreat,
To stop and gaze on delia as I go !

To mingle sweet discourse with kisses sweet,
And teach my lovely scholar all I know !

Thus pleas'd at heart, and not with fancy's dream
In filent happiness I reft unknown ;
Content with what I am, not what I seem,
I live for Delia, and myself alone.

Ah foolish man! who thus of her possess’d,
Could float and wander with ambition's wind,
And if his outward trappings spoke him blest,
Not heed the sickness of his conscious mind.

With her I scorn the idle breath of praise,
Nor trust to happiness that's not our own,
The smile of fortune might fufpicion raise,
But here, I know, that I am lov'd alone.

STANHOPE, in wisdom as in wit divine,
May rife, and plead Britannia's glorious cause,
With steady rein his eager wit confine,
While manly sense the deep attention draws:

Let STANHOPE speak his lift’ning country's wrong,
My humble voice shall please one partial maid ;
For her alone, I pen my tender song,

Securely fitting in his friendly shade,

XIII, STANHOPE shall come,

his rural friend, Delia shall wonder at her noble guest, With blushing awe the riper fruit commend, And for her husband's Patron cull the best,

and grace

Her's be the care of all my little train,
While I with tender Indolence am bleft,
The favourite subject of her gentle reign,
By love alone distinguifh'd from the rest.

For her I'll yoke my oxen to the plow,
In gloomy forests tend my lonely flock,
For her a goat-herd climb the mountain's brow,
And sleep extended on the naked rock.

Ah! what avails to press the stately bed,
And far from her 'midft tasteless grandeur weep,
By marble fountains lay the pensive head,
And, while they murmur, strive in vain to sleep!

Delia alone can please, and never tire,
Exceed the paint of thought in true delight,
With her, enjoyment wakens new desire,
And equal rapture glows thro' every night,

Beauty and worth, alone in her, contend
To charm the fancy, and to fix the mind :
In her, my wife, my mistress, and my friend,
I taste the joys of sense, and reason join'd.

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