Another fault which often may befall, Is, when the wit of fome great poet shall So overflow, that is, be none at all, That ev'n his fools fpcak fenfe, as if poffeft, And each by inspiration breaks his jeft. If once the juftnefs of each part be loft, Well may we laugh, but at the poct's coft. That filly thing men call theer-wit avoid, With which our age fo naufeously is cloy'd: Humour is all; wit fhould be only brought To turn agreeably fome proper thought.
But fince the poets we of late have known Shine in no drefs fo much as in their own, The better by example to convince, Caft but a view on this wrong fide of fenfe. Firt, a foliloquy is calmly made, Where ev'ry reafon is exactly weigh'd; Which once perform'd, mott opportunely comes Some hero frighted at the noife of drums; For her sweet fake, whom at first sight he loves, And all in metaphor his paflion proves : But fome fad accident, though yet unknown, Parting this pair, to leave the fwain alone; He ftraight grows jealous, tho' we know not why;
Then, to oblige his rival, needs will die: But first he makes a fpeech, wherein he tells The abfent nymph how much his flame excels; And yet bequeaths her generously now, To that lov'd rival whom he does not know!
Who ftraight appears; but who can fate withstand? Too late, alas! to hold his hafty hand, That juft has given himself the cruel ftroke! At which his very rival's heart is broke: He, more to his new friend than mittrefs kind, Moft fadly mourns at being left behind; Of fuch a death prefers the pleafing charms To love, and living in a lady's arms. What fhameful and what imonftrous things are thefe !
And then they rail at those they cannot please: Conclude us only partial to the dead, And grudge the fign of old Ben Jonfon's head; When the intrinfic value of the stage
Can scarce be judg`d but by a following age: For dances, flutes, Italian fongs, and rhyme May keep up finking nonfenfe for a time; But that must fail, which now fo much o'er-rules, And fenfe no longer will submit to fools.
By painful steps at laft we labour up Parnaffus' hill, on whofe bright airy top The epic poets fo divinely fhew, And with juft pride behold the rest below. Heroic poems have a just pretence To be the utmost stretch of human sense; A work of fuch ineftimable worth,
There are but two the world has yet brought forth!
Homer and Virgil! with what facred awe Do thofe mere founds the world's attention draw! Just as a changeling feems below the rest Of men, or rather is a two-legg'd beast, So thefe gigantic fouls, amaz'd, we find As much above the rest of human kind!
Nature's whole strength united! endless fame, And univerfal fhouts, attend their name! Read Homer once, and you can read no more, For all books elfe appear fo mean, fo poor, Verte will feem profe; but ftill perfift to read, And Homer will be all the books you need. Had Boffu never writ, the world had still Like Indians view'd this wondrous piece of kill;
As fomething of divine the work admir'd Not hop'd to be inftructed, but infpir'd : But he, difclofing facred myfteries,
Has fhewn where all the mighty magic lies; Defcrib'd the feeds, and in what order fown, That have to fuch a vaft proportion grown. Sure from fome angel he the fecret knew, Who through this labyrinth has lent the clue.
But what, alas ! avails it poor mankind, To fee this promis'd land, yet ftay behind? The way is fhewn, but who has strength to go? Who can all feiences profoundly know? Whofe fancy flies beyond weak Reafon's fight, And yet has judgment to direct it right? Whole juft difcernment, Virgil-like, is fuch, Never to fay too little or too much? Let fuch a man begin without delay; But he must do beyond what i can fay; Muft above Taffo's lofty flights prevail, Succeed where Spenfer and ev'n Milton fail.
§ 51. The Chace. SOMERVILle. BOOK I.
THE ARGUMENT.
The fabject propofed. Addrefs to bis Royal Highness the Prince. The origin of bunting. The rudde and unpolifbed manner of the faft bunters. Beafts at firft bunted for food and facrifice. The grant made by God to man of the beafts, &c. The regular manner of bunting firft brought into this iland by the Normans. The best bounds and beft borfes bred bere. The advantage of this exercije to us, as iflanders. Addrefs to gentlemen of ftates. Situation of the kennel, and its ferveral courts. The diversion and employment of bounds in the kennel. The different forts of bounds for cach different chace. Defcription of a perfect bound. Of fizing and forting of bounds; the middle-fized bound recommended. Of the large deep-mouthed bound for bunting the flag and Of the lime-bound; their ufe on the borders of England and Scotland. A phyfical account of fcents. Of good and bad feenting days. A bort admonition to my brethren of the couples. THE Chace I fing, hounds, and their various
Thy way with flow'rs, and as the Royal Youth Paffing they view, admire, and figh in vain; While crowded theatres, too fondly proud Of their exotic minstrels and fhrill pipes, The price of manhood, hail thee with a fong, And airs foft warbling; my hoarfe-founding horn Invites thee to the Chace, the sport of kings; Image of war without its guilt. The Mufe Aloft on wing fhall foar, condu&t with care Thy foaming courfer o'er the fteepy rock, Or on the river bank receive thee fafe, Light bounding o'er the wave from shore to shore. Be thou our great protector, gracious Youth; And if, in future times, fome envious prince, Careless of right, and guileful, fhould invade Thy Britain's commerce, or fhould strive in vain To wreft the balance from thy equal hand, Thy hunter-train, in cheerful green array'd (A band undaunted, and inur'd to toils), Shall compass thee around, die at thy feet, Or hew thy paffage thro' th' embattled foe, And clear thy way to fame: infpir'd by thee, The nobler chace of glory thall purfue Thro' fire, and smoke, and blood, and fields of death.
Nature, in her productions flow, afpires By juft degrees to reach perfection's height: So mimic Art works leifurely, till Time Improve the piece, or wife Experience give The proper finishing. When Nimrod bold, That mighty hunter! firft made war on beafts, And ftain'd the woodland green with purple dye, New and unpolifh'd was the huntsman's art; No ftated rule, his wanton will his guide. With clubs and ftones, rude implements of war! He arm'd his favage bands, a multitude Untrain'd of twining ofiers form'd, they pitch Their artlefs toils, then range the defert hills, And fcour the plains below: the trembling herd Start at th' unufual found, and clam'rous fhout Unheard before; furpris'd, alas! to find [lord, Man now their foe, whom erft they deem'd their But mild and gentle, and by whom as yet Secure they graz'd. Death ftretches o'er the plain Wide wafting, and grim Slaughter, red with blood; Urg'd on by hunger keen, they wound, they kill; Their rage licentious knows no bound: at laft, Encumber'd with their fpoils, joyful they bear Upon their fhoulders broad the bleeding prey. Part on their altars fmokes, a facrifice To that all-gracious Pow'r whose bounteous hand Supports his wide creation; what remains On living coals they broil, inelegant Of tafte, nor fkill'd as yet in nicer arts Of pamper'd luxury. Devotion pure, And ftrong neceflity, thus first began The chace of beafts; tho' bloody was the deed, Yet without guilt: for the green herb alone Unequal to fuftain man's lab'ring race, Now ev'ry moving thing that liv'd on earth Was granted him for food. So juft is Heaven, To give us in proportion to our wants.
Or chance or industry in after times Some few improvements made, but short as yet Of due perfection. In this ifle remote Our painted ancestors were flow to learn: To arms devote, in the politer arts
Nor skill'd nor ftudious; till from Neuftria's coafts Victorious William to more decent rules Subdued our Saxon fathers, taught to speak The proper dialect, with horn and voice To cheer the bufy hound, whofe well-known cry His lift'ning peers approve with joint acclaim. From him fucceffive huntsmen learn'd to join In bloody focial leagues the multitude Difpers'd, to fize, to fort their various tribes; To rear, feed, hunt, and difcipline the pack.
Hail, happy Britain! highly favour'd ifle, And Heaven's peculiar care! to thee 'tis given To train the fprightly steed, more fleet than those Begot by winds, or the celeftial breed That bore the great Pelides thro' the prefs Of heroes arm'd, and broke their crowded ranks, Which proudly neighing, with the fun begins Cheerful his courfe, and ere his beams decline, Has meafur'd half thy furface unfatigued. In thee alone, fair land of Liberty! Is bred the perfect hound, in fcent and speed As yet unrivall'd, while in other climes Their virtue fails, a weak degen'rate race. In vain malignant steams and winter fogs Load the dull air, and hover round our coafts; The huntfman, ever gay, robust, and bold, Defies the noxious vapour, and confides In this delightful exercise to raise His drooping head, and cheer his heart with joy. Ye vig'rous youths! by finiling Fortune bleft With large demefnes, hereditary wealth, Heap'd copious by your wife forefathers' care, Hear and attend! while I the means reveal T' enjoy thefe pleafures, for the weak too ftrong, Too coftly for the poor: to rein the steed Swift ftretching o'er the plain, to cheer the pack Op'ning in concerts of harmonious joy, But breathing death. What tho' the gripe fevere Of brazen-fifted Time, and flow Difcafe Creeping thro' ev'ry vein, and nerve unftrung, Afflict my thatter'd frame, undaunted ftill, Fix'd as a mountain-afh, that braves the bolts Of angry Jove, tho' blasted, yet unfallen; Still can my foul in Fancy's mirror view Deeds glorious once, recall the joyous fcene In all its fplendours deck'd, o'er the full bowl Recount my triumphs past, urge others on With hand and voice, and point the winding way; Pleas'd with that focial fweet garrulity, The poor disbanded veteran's fole delight.
Firft let the kennel be the huntsman's care, Upon fome little eminence erect, And fronting to the ruddy lawn; its courts On either hand wide op'ning to receive The fun's all-cheering beams, when mild he fhines, And gilds the mountain tops: for much the pack (Rous'd from their dark alcoves) delight to ftretch,
And bask in his invigorating ray.
Warn'd by the ftreaming light, and merry lark, Forth rufi the jolly clan; with tuneful throats They carol loud, and in grand chorus join'd Salute the new-born day for not alone The vegetable world, but men and brutes Own his reviving influence, and joy
At his approach. Fountain of Light! if chance Some envious cloud veil thy refulgent brow, In vain the Mufes' aid; untouch'd, unftrung, Lies my mute harp, and thy defponding bard Sits darkly muling o'er th’unfinish'd lay.
Let no Corinthian pillars prop the dome; A vain expence, on charitable deeds Better difpos'd, to clothe the tatter'd wretch Who fhrinks beneath the blaft, to feed the poor Pinch'd with afflictive want. For ufe, not state, Gracefully plain, let each apartment rife. O'er all let cleanlinefs prefide, no fcraps Beftrew the pavement, and no half-pick'd bones To kindle fierce debate, or to disgust That nicer fenfe on which the sportsman's hope And all its future triumphs must depend. Soon as the growling pick with eager joy Have lapp'd their fmoking viands, morn or eve, From the full ciftern lead the ductile streams, To wash thy court well pav'd, nor fpare thy pains; For much to health will cleanliness avail. Seek'st thou for hounds to climb the rocky steep, And brush th' entangled covert, whofe nice icent O'er greafy fallows and frequented roads Can pick the dubious way? Banish far off Each noifome ftench, let no offenfive fmell Invade thy wide inclofure, but admit The nitrous air and purifying breeze.
Water and fhade no lefs demand thy care. In a large fquare th' adjacent field inclofe; There plant in equal ranks the spreading elm, Or fragrant lime; moft happy thy defign, If at the bottom of thy fpacious court A large canal, fed by the cryftal brook, From its tranfparent bofom fhall reflect Thy downward structure and inverted grove." Here, when the fun's too potent gleams annoy The crowded kennel; and the drooping pack, Reftlefs and faint, loll their unmoiften'd tongues, And drop their feeble tails; to cooler fhades Lead forth the panting tribes: fcon fhalt thou find The cordial breeze their fainting hearts revive: Tumultuous foon they plunge into the ftream, There lave their recking fides; with greedy joy Gulp down the flying wave; this way and that From fhore to fhore they fwim, while clamour loud And wild uproar torment the troubled flood : Then on the funny bank they roll and stretch Their dripping limbs, or clfe in wanton rings Courfing around, purfuing and pursued, The merry multitude difporting play.
But here with watchful and obfervant eye Attend their frolics, which too often end In bloody broils and death. High o'er thy head Wave thy refounding whip, and with a voice Fierce menacing o'er-rule the ftern debate, And quench their kindling rage: for oft, in fport
Begun, combat enfues; growling they fnarl, Then, on their haunches rear'd,rampant they feize Each others throats; with teeth and claws in gore Befmear'd,they wound,they tear, till on the ground, Panting, half dead, the conquer'd champion lies: Then fudden all the bafe ignoble crowd, Loud-clam'ring, feize the helpless, worried wretch, And, thirsting for his blood, drag different ways His mangled carcafe on th' enfanguin'd plain. O breafts of pity void! t' opprefs the weak, To point your vengeance at the friendless head, And with one mutual cry infult the fallen! Emblem too just of man's degenerate race.
Others apart, by native inftinét led, Knowing inftructor! 'mong the ranker grafs Cull each falubrious plant, with bitter juice Concoctive ftor'd, and potent to allay Each vicious ferment. Thus the hand divine Of Providence, beneficent and kind To all his creatures, for the brutes prescribes A ready remedy, and is himself Their great Physician. Now grown ftiff with age, And many a painful chace, the wife old hound, Regardlefs of the frolic pack, attends His mafter's fide, or flumbers at his ease Beneath the bending fhade; there many a ring Runs o'er in dreams; now on the doubtfui foil Puzzles perplex'd, or doubles intricate, Cautious unfolds, then wing'd with all his fpeed Bounds o'er the lawn to feize his panting prey, And in imperfect whimp'rings fpeaks his joy.
A diff'rent hound for ev'ry diff'rent chace Select with judgment; nor the tim'rous hare O'ermatch'd deftroy, but leave that vile offence To the mean, murd'rous, courfing crew, intent On blood and fpoil. O blaft their hopes, juft Heav'n! And all their painful drudgeries rep With difappointment and fevere remorfe; But husband thou thy pleasures, and give scope To all her fubtle play. By Nature led, A thousand fhifts the tries: t' unravel thefe Th' induftrious beagle twifts his waving tail, Thro' all her labyrinths purfues, and rings Her doleful knell. See there with count'nance
And with a courtly grin, the fawning hound Salutes thee cow'ring; his wide op'ning nofe Upward he curls, and his large floe-black eyes Melt in foft blandifhments and humble joy: His glofly fkin, or yellow pied, or blue, In lights or fhades by Nature's pencil drawn, Reflects the various tints; his ears and legs, Fleck'd here and there, in gay enamell'd pride Rival the fpeckled pard; his ruth-grown tail O'er his broad back bends in an ample arch: On fhoulders clean upright and firm he ftands: His round cat-foot, ftraight hams, and wide-spread thighs,
And his low-dropping cheft, confefs his fpeed, His ftrength, his wind, or on the fteepy hill Or far-extended plain; in ev'ry part So well-proportion'd, that the nicer fkill Of Phidias himself can't blame thy choice: Of fuch compofe thy pack. But here a mean
Obferve, nor the large hound prefer, of size Gigantic; he in the thick-woven covert Painfully tugs, or in the thorny brake Torn and embarrass'd bleeds: but if too fmall, The pigmy brood in ev'ry furrow swims; Moil'd in the clogging clay, panting they lag Behind inglorious; or elfe fhiv'ring creep, Benumb'd and faint, beneath the feltering thorn: For hounds of middle fize, active and ftrong, Will better anfwer all thy various ends, And crown thy pleasing labours with fuccefs. As fome brave captain, curious and exact, By his fix'd ftandard forms in equal ranks His gay battalion, as one man they move Step after step, their fize the fame, their arms Far-gleaming dart the fame united blaze; Reviewing generals his merit own; How regular! how juft! and all his cares Are well repaid if mighty George approve : So model thou thy pack, if honour touch Thy gen'rous foul, and the world's just applause. But above all take heed, nor mix thy hounds Of diff'rent kinds; difcordant founds fhall grate Thy ears offended, and a lagging line Of babbling curs difgrace thy broken pack. But if th' amphibious otter be thy chace, Or ftately tag that o'er the woodland reigns; Or if th' harmonious thunder of the field Delight thy ravish'd ears; the deep-flew'd hound Breed up with care, ftrong, heavy, flow, but fure; Whofe ears down-hanging from his thick round head
Shall sweep the morning dew,whofe clanging voice Awake the mountain Echo in her cell, And flake the forefts: the bold talbot kind Of these the prime, as white as Alpine fnews, And great their ufe of old. Upon the banks Of Tweed, flow winding thro' the vale, the feat Of war and rapine once, ere Britons knew The fweets of peace, or Anna's dread commands To lafting leagues the haughty rivals aw'd, There dwelt a pilf 'ring race, well train'd and skill'd In all the mysteries of theft, the spoil Their only fubftance, feuds and war their fport; Not more expert in ev'ry fraudful art
Th' arch feion was of old, who by the tail Drew back his lowing prize: in vain his wiles, In vain the shelter of the cov'ring rock, In vain the footy cloud and ruddy flames That iffued from his mouth for foon he paid His forfeit life; a debt how justly due To wrong'd Alcides and avenging Heaven! Veil'd in the fhades of night they tord the ftream, Then prowling far and near, whate'er they feize Becomes their prey; nor flocks nor herds are fafe, Nor ftalls protect the fteer, nor ftrong-barr'd doors Secure the fav'rite horfe. Soon as the morn Reveals his wrongs, with ghaftly vifage wan The plunder'd owner ftands, and from his lips A thoufand thronging curfes burft their Ile calls his ftout allies, and in a line His faithful hound he leads, then with a voice
That utters loud his rage, attentive cheers: Soon the fagacious brute, his curling tail Flourish'd in air, low bending plies around His buty note, the fteaming vapour snuffs Inquifitive, nor leaves one turf untried, Till, confcious of the recent ftains, his heart Beats quick; his fnuffing nofe, his active tail, Atteft his joy; then with deep-opening mouth, That makes the welkin tremble, he proclaims Th' audacious felon : foot by foot he marks His winding way, while all the lift'ning crowd Applaud his reas'nings. O'er the wạt ry ford, Dry fandy heaths, and ftony barren hills, O'er beaten paths with men and beafts' difiain'd, Unerring he purfues, till at the cot Arriv'd, and feizing by his guilty throat The caitiff vile, redeems the captive prey: So exquifitely delicate his fenfe!
Should fomemore curious fportfinan here enquire Whence this fagacity, this wondrous pow'r Of tracing step by step or man or brute ? What guide invifible points out their way O'er the dank marfh, bleak hill, and fandy plain? The courteous Mufe fhall the dark caufe reveal. The blood that from the heart inceffant rolls In many a crimson tide, then here and there In fmaller rills difparted, as it flows Propell'd, the ferous particles evade Thro' th' open pores, and with the ambient air Entangling mix. As fuming vapours rise, And hang upon the gently-purling-brook, There by th' incumbent atmosphere comprefs'd, The panting chace grows warmer as he flies, And thro' the net-work of the skin perspires, Leaves a long ftreaming trail behind, which by The cooler air condens'd, remains, unlets By fome rude ftorm difpers'd, or rarefied By the meridian fun's intenfer heat. To eviy fhrub the warm effluvia cling, Hang on the grafs, impregnate earth and skies. With noftails op'ning wide, o'er hill, o'er dale, The vig'rous hounds purfue, with ev'ry breath Inhale the grateful fteam, quick pleasures fting Their tingling nerves, while they their thanks
And in triumphant melody confess The titillating joy. Thus on the air Depend the hunter's hopes. When ruddy ftreaks At eve forebode a bluft ring ftormy day, Or low'ring clouds blacken the mountain's brow; When nipping frofts, and the keen biting blaits Of the dry-parching eaft, menace the trees, With tender blooms teeming, kindly spare Thy ceping pack, in their warm beds of straw Low-finking at their ease! liftlefs, they shrink Into fome dark recefs, nor hear thy voice, Tho' oft invok'd; or haply if thy call Roufe up the flumb'ring tribe, with heavy eyes, Glaz'd, lifelefs, dull, downward they drop their
Inverted; high on their bent backs crect Their pointed briftles ftare, or 'mong the tufts
Cacus, Virg. Æn. lib. viii.
Of ranker weeds each ftomach-healing plant Curious they crop, fick, fpiritlefs, forlorn. Thefe inaufpicious days on other cares Employ thy precious hours, th' improving friend With open arms embrace, and from his lips Glean fcience, feafon'd with good-natur'd wit: But if th' inclement fkies and angry Jove Forbid the pleafing intercourfe, thy books Invite thy ready hand; each facred page Rich with the wife remarks of heroes old. Converse familiar with th' illuftrious dead; With great examples of old Greece or Rome Enlarge thy free-born heart, and blefs kind Heaven That Britain yet enjoys dear Liberty, That balm of life, that fweetest bleffing, cheap Tho' purchas'd with our blood. Well-bred, polite, Credit thy calling. See! how mean, how low, The booklefs faunt'ring youth, proud of the fkut That dignifies his cap, his flourish'd belt, And rufty couples jingling by his fide!
Be thou of other mould; and know that fuch Tranfporting pleasures were by Heaven ordain'd Wifdom's relief, and Virtue's great reward.
Their moving camp; now on fome cooler hill, With cedars crown'd, court the refreshing breeze; And then below, where trickling ftreams diftil From fome penurious fource, their thirst allay, And feed their fainting flocks: fo the wife hares Oft quit their feats, left fome more curious cye Should mark their haunts, and by dark treache rous wiles
Plot their deftruction; or perchance, in hopes Of plenteous forage, near the ranker mead Or matted blade wary and close they fit. When fpring fhines forth, feafon of love and joy, In the moist marfh, 'mong beds of rufhes hid, They cool their boiling blood. When fummer funs
Bake the cleft earth, to thick wide-waving fields Of corn full grown they lead their helpless young; But when autumnal torrents and fierce rains Deluge the vale, in the dry crumbling bank Their forms they delve, and cautiously avoid The dripping covert: yet when winter's cold Their limbs benumbs,thither with speed return'd, In the long grafs they fculk, or fhrinking creep Among the wither'd leaves: thus changing ftill As fancy prompts them, or as food invites. But ev'ry feafon carefully obferv'd, Th' inconftant winds, the fickle element, Of the power of instinct in brutes. Two remarkThe wife experienc'd huntfman foon may find able inftances in the bunting of the roebuck, and His fubtle, various game, nor wafte in vain in the bare going to feat in the morning. Of With difappointment vex'd, each fpringing lark His tedious hours, till his impatient hounds, the variety of feats or forms of the bare, according to the changes of the feajon, weather, or Babbling purfue, far fcatter'd o'er the fields. wind. Defcription of the bare-hunting in all its Her fragrant bounties fhow'rs; the fields are fhorn: Now golden Autumn from her open lap parts, interfperfed with rules to be observed by thafe who follow that chace. Tranfition to the Inwardly fmiling, the proud farmer views Afiatic way of bunting, particularly the magni-And counts his large increase: his barns are ftor'd; The rifing pyramids that grace his yard, ficent manner of the Great Mogul, and other And groaning ftaddles bend beneath their load. Tartarian princes, taken from Monfieur Bernier, and the Hiflory of Gongifkan the Great. Concludes All now is free as air, and the gay pack with a short reproof of tyrants and oppreffors of No widow's tears o'erflow, no fecret curfe In the rough briftly ftubbles range unblam'd. Swells in the farmer's breaft, which his pale lips Trembling conceal, by his fierce landlord aw'd; But courteous now he levels ev'ry fence, Joins in the common cry, and halloos loud, Charm'd with the rattling thunder of the field. Oh bear me, fome kind pow'r invifible! To that extended lawn, where the gay court View the swift racers ftretching to the goal; Games more renown'd, and a far nobler train, Than proud Elean fields could boast of old; Oh were a Theban lyre not wanting here, And Pindar's voice, to do their merit right! Or to thofe fpacious plains where the strain'deye, In the wide profpect loft, beholds at last Sarum's proud fpire, that o'er the hills afcends, And pierces thro' the clouds; or to thy downs, Fair Cotswold! where the well-breath'd beagle
NOR will it lefs delight th' attentive fage T'observe that inftinct which unerring guides The brutal race, which mimics Reason's lore, And oft tranfcends. Heaven-taught, the roe-
Loiters at eafe before the driving pack, And mocks their vain purfuit, nor far he flies; But checks his ardour, till the fteaming icent That freshens on the blade provokes their rage. Urg'd to their speed, his weak deluded foes Soon flag fatigued; ftrain'd to excefs, each nerve, Each flackend finew, fails: they pant, they
foam : Then o'er the lawn he bounds, o'er the high hills Stretches fecure, and leaves the scatter'd crowd To puzzle in the distant vale below.
'Tis inftinet that directs the jealous hare To choose her foft abode. With step revers'd She forms the doubling maze; then, ere the morn Peeps thro' the clouds, leaps to her clofe recefs. As wand'ring fhepherds on th' Arabian plains No fettled refidence obferve, but shift
With matchlefs fpeed, thy green-afpiring brow, And leaves the lagging multitude behind.
Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess,hail! Rejoic'd I fee thy purple mantle spread O'er half the skies; gems pave thy radiant way,
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