These, were my breast inspir'd with equal flame,
Like them in beauty, should be like in fame.
Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,
Here earth and water seem to strive again;
Not Chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd:
Where order in variety we see,

And where, tho' all things differ, all agree.
Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display,
And part admit, and part exclude the day;
As some coy nymph her lover's warm address.
Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress.
There, interspers'd in lawns and op'ning glades,
Thin trees arise that shun each other's shades.
Here in full light the russet plains extend:
There wrapt in clouds the bluest hills ascend.
Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dies,

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And 'midst the desert fruitful fields arise,
That crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn,
Like verdant isles the sable waste adorn.
Let India boast her plants, nor envy we
The weeping amber or the balmy tree,

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VARIATIONS.

Ver. 25. Originally thus ;

Why should I sing our better suns or air,

Whose vital draughts prevent the leach's care,

While through fresh fields th' enliv'ning odours breathe,
Or spread with vernal blooms the purple heath? P.

NOTES.

Ver. 15.] Evidently from Cooper's Hill;

Such was the discord which did first disperse

Form, order, beauty, thro' the universe.

Ver. 19.] It is a false thought, and gives, as it were, sentiment to the groves.

While by our oaks the precious loads are born,
And realms commanded which those trees adorn.
Not proud Olympus yields a nobler sight,
Tho' gods assembled grace his tow'ring height,
Than what more humble mountains offer here, 35
Where, in their blessings, all those Gods appear.
See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd,
Here blushing Flora paints th' enamel'd ground,
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand;
Rich Industry sits smiling on the plains,
And peace and plenty tell, a STUART reigns.
Not thus the land appear'd in ages past,

A dreary desert, and a gloomy waste,
To savage beasts and savage laws a prey,

And kings more furious and severe than they;

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Ver. 33. Not proud Olympus, &c.] Sir J. Denham, in his Cooper's Hill, had said,

"Than which a nobler weight no mountain bears,

But Atlas only, which supports the spheres."

The comparison is childish, as the taking it from fabulous history destroys the compliment. Our Poet has shewn more judgment: he has made a manly use of as fabulous a circumstance by the artful application of the mythology,

"Where, in their blessings, all those Gods appear," &c. Making the nobility of the hills of Windsor-forest to consist in supporting the inhabitants in plenty. W.

This appears an idle play on the word "supporting."

Ver. 37.] The word crown'd is exceptionable; it makes Pan crowned with flocks.

Ver. 45. savage laws] The Forest Laws. See the account

Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and floods,

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The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods:
Cities laid waste, they storm'd the dens and caves,
(For wiser brutes were backward to be slaves)
What could be free, when lawless beasts obey'd,
And ev❜n the elements a Tyrant sway'd?
In vain kind seasons swell'd the teeming grain,
Soft show'rs distill'd, and suns grew warm in vain ;
The swain with tears his frustrate labour yields, 55
And famish'd dies amidst his ripen'd fields.
What wonder then, a beast or subject slain
Were equal crimes in a despotic reign?
Both doom'd alike, for sportive Tyrants bled,
But while the subject starv'd, the beast was fed. 60
Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began,
A mighty hunter, and his prey was man :
Our haughty Norman boasts that barb'rous name,
And makes his trembling slaves the royal game. 64

VARIATIONS.

Ver. 49. Originally thus in the MS.

From towns laid waste, to dens and caves they ran
(For who first stoop'd to be a slave was man.)

Ver. 57, &c.

No wonder savages or subjects slain

But subjects starv'd, while savages were fed.

It was originally thus, but the word "savages" is not properly applied to beasts, but to men; which occasioned the alteration. P.

NOTES.

of them in Blackstone's excellent Lectures; the killing a deer, boar, or hare, was punished with the loss of the delinquent's

eyes.

The fields are ravish'd from th' industrious swains,
From men their cities, and from Gods their fanes:
The levell'd towns with weeds lie cover'd o'er;
The hollow winds through naked temples roar ;
Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd;
O'er heaps of ruin stalk'd the stately hind;
The fox obscene to gaping tombs retires,
And savage howlings fill the sacred quires.

VARIATIONS.

Ver. 72. And wolves with howling fill, &c.]

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The author thought this an error, wolves not being common in England at the time of the Conqueror. P.

NOTES.

Ver. 65. The fields are ravish'd, &c.] Alluding to the destruction made in the New Forest, and the tyrannies exercised there by William I. P.

I have the authority of three or four of our best antiquarians to say, that the common tradition of villages and parishes, within the compass of thirty miles, being destroyed, in the New Forest, is absolutely groundless, no traces or vestiges of such being to be discovered, nor any other parish named in Doomsday Book, but what now remains. Of late years, some minute inquiries have been made on this subject, by accurate and well-inform'd judges, who are clearly of this opinion. The President Henault has given us a more amiable idea of our Norman Conqueror than is here exhibited.

Ver. 71.] This image of the fox is in the poems ascribed to Ossian.

IMITATIONS.

Ver. 65. The fields are ravish'd from th' industrious swains,
From men their cities, and from Gods their fanes:]

Translated from

"Templa adimit divis, fora civibus, arva colonis,"

an old monkish writer, I forget who.

P.

In Camden's Britannia, first edition, in the account of Somersetshire it is said of Edgar,

Templa Deo, Templis Monachos, Monachis dedit agros.

Aw'd by his Nobles, by his Commons curst,
Th' Oppressor rul'd tyrannic where he durst,
Stretch'd o'er the Poor and Church his iron rod,
And serv'd alike his Vassals and his God.
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Whom ev'n the Saxon spar'd, and bloody Dane,
The wanton victims of his sport remain.
But see, the man, who spacious regions gave
A waste for beasts, himself deny'd a grave!
Stretch'd on the lawn his second hope survey,
At once the chaser, and at once the prey :

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Ver. 74.] A fine remain of ancient art and ancient customs, a piece of tapestry, said to be the work of Queen Matilda, is annually exhibited in the cathedral church of Bayeux, in Normandy, representing the expedition of William the Conqueror, and containing a most minute picture of every part of that event, from his landing in England to the battle of Hastings. An engraving of it is given in the tenth volume of the Memoirs of the Academy of Belles Lettres.

Ver. 80.] In St. Foix's entertaining historical Essays on Paris, it is related, p. 95. tom. 5. that just as the body of William I. was going to be put into the grave, a voice cried aloud, "I forbid his interment. When William was only Duke of Normandy, he seized this piece of Land from my father, on which he built this abbey of St. Stephen, without making me a recompense, which I now demand.” Prince Henry, who was present, called out the man, who was only a common farrier, and agreed to give him a hundred crowns for this burial place. Except the former conquest of England by the Saxons, (says Hume, vol. i.) who were induced, by peculiar circumstances, to proceed even to the extermination of the natives, it would be difficult to find in all history, a revolution more destructive, or attended with a more complete subjection of the ancient inhabitants.

Ver. 81. second hope] Richard, second son of William the Conqueror. W.