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BOOK THE FIRST.
Imparadis’d, blest denizons, ye dwell ;
Industrious, and with draughts chalybiate heal'd,
Confess divine Hygeia's blissful seat;
The Muse demands your presence, ere she tune
Her monitory voice; observe her well,
'Midst thy paternal acres, farmer, say
Has gracious Heav'n bestow'd one field, that
basks Me quoque Parnassi per Jubicra culmina
Its loamy bosom in the mid-day Sun, raptat
Emerging gently from the abject vale,
Nor yet obnoxious to the wind, secure
There shalt thou plant thy hop. This soil, per
[haps, Monstratum digito.- - Van. PRÆD. Rusr.
Thou'lt say, will fill my garners. Be it so.
Meanly supports her vot’ry', enough for her,
And kcep the soul from fainting : to enlarge,
Of Bacchus, god of hops, with Ceres join'd.
Theu on one pedestal, and hand in hand,
Oh! cou'd I emulate skilled Sydney's Muse, Stands eastward in thy field a wood ? tis well. Thy Sydney, Cantium--He, from court retird, Esteem it as a bulwark of thy wealt b, * Penshurst's sweet Elysium sung delight, And cherish all its branches; tho' we'll grant, sung transport to the soft-responding streams Its leaves umbragevus may intercept of Medway, and enliven'd all her groves : The morning rays, and envy some small share While ever near him, goddess of the green, Of Sol's beneficence to th’infant germ. Fair Pembroke' sat and smild immense ap- Yet grudge not that:when whistling Eurus comes, plause.
With all his worlds of insects in thy lands
In vain: the ventilating trees oppose
This site for thy young nursery obtain'd,
Loves above others, this is rich, is deep, Lest the deep drum shou'd drown thy tender Is viscous, and tenacious of the pole. reed,
Yet maugre all its native worth, it may And mar its puny joints : me, lowly swain, Be meliorated with warm compost. See ! Every unshaven arboret, me the lawns,
Yon craggy mountain, whose fastidious head Me the voluminous Medway's silver wave,
Divides the star-set hemisphere above, Content inglorious), and the hopland shades ! And Cantium's plains beneath ; the Apennine Yeomen and countrymen, attend my song: Of a free Italy, whose chalky sides Whether you shiver in the marshy Wealdı, With verdant shrubs dissimilarly gay, Egregious shepherds of unnumber'd flocks, Still captivate the eye, while at his feet Whose fleeces, poison'd into purple, deck The silver Medway glides, and in her breast All Europe's kings : or in fair Madum'svale Views the reflected landscape, charm'd she views
And murmurs louder ecstasy below, Sister to sir Philip Sydney.
Here let us rest a while, pleas'd to behold
Th’all beautiful horizon's wide expanse, 3-Ilulas μυκον ερανε ας εχον Ωραι. ΗοΜ. Ε.
Far as the eagle's ken. Here tow'ring spires * Rure mihi, & 'rigui placeant in vallibus
First catch the eye, and turn the thoughts to amnes,
Heav'n, Flumina amem, sylvasque in glorius !
Virg. GEORO. 2. 6 Canterbury. * Commonly, but improperly called, the Wild. Boxley-Hill
, which extends through great 5 Maidstone,
part of Kent,
The lofty elms in humble majesty
Illustrious parent of the best of men!
Is all remitted, who alone possess
A good! untasted by your ancient kings,
And to your very sires almost unknown. From yon bent oaks, in Medway's bosom fair In those blest days when great Eliza reign'd Wonder at silver bleak, and prickly pearch,
O'er the adoring nation, when fair peace That swiftly thro' their floating forests glide. Or spread an unstain'd olive round the land, Yet not even these these ever varied scenes Or laurelld war did teach our winged fleets Of wealth and pleasure can engage my eyes
To lord it o'er the world, when our brave sires To'erlook the lowly hawthorn, if from thence Drank valour from uncauponated beer ; The thrush, sweet warbler, chants th' unstudied The hop (before an interdicted plant, lays
Shun'd like fell aconite) began to hang Which Phoebus' self, vaulting from yonder cloud Its folded floscles from the golden rine, Refulgent, with enliv'ning ray inspires.
And bloom'd a shade to Cantjum's sunny shores But neither tow'ring spires, nor lofty elms, Delightsome, and in cheerful goblets laught Nor golden Ceres, nor the meadows green, Potent, what time Aquarius' urn impends Nor orchats, nor the russet mantled nymphs To kill the dulsome day-potent to quench Which to the murmurs of the Medway dance, The Syrian ardour, and autumnal ills Nor sweetly warbling thrush, with half those To heal with mild potations; sweeter far charms
Than those which erst the subtile Hengist 9 mix'd
Here then with pond'rous vehicles and teams Emancipated, saw th' incroaching Saxons
smooth, Convey, and temper with Vulcanian fires. Play'd ravishing divisions on the lyre : Soon as 'tis form'd, thy lime with bounteous hand This Hengist mark'd, and (for curs’d insolence O'er all thy lands disseminate ; thy lands Soon fattens on impunity! and rises Which first have felt the softening spade, and Briareus from a dwarf) fair Thanet gain’d. drank
Nor stopt he here; but to immense attempts The strength’ning vapours from nutritious marl. Ambition sky-aspiring led him on
This done, select the choicest hop, t' insert Adventrous. He an only daughter rear'd, Fresh in the opening glebe. Say then, my Muse, Roxena, matchless maid! nor reard in vain. Its various kinds, and from th'effete and vile, Her eagle-ey'd callidity, deceit, The eligible separate with care.
And fairy fiction rais'd above her sex,, The noblest species is by Kentish wights
And furnish'd with a thousand various wiles The Master-hop yclep’d. Natyre to bim Preposterous, more than female ; wondrous fair Has gir’n a stouter stalk, patient of cold, She was, and docile, which her pious nurse Or Phæbus evin in youth, his verdant blood Observ’d, and early in each female fraud In brisk saltation circulates and flows
Her 'gan initiate: well she knew to smile, Indesinently vigorous : the next
Whene'er vexation galld her; did she weep? Is arid, fetid, infecund, and gross,
'Twas not sincere, the fountains of her eyes Significantly styl'd the Fryar: the last
Play'd artificial streams, yet so well forc'd ls call the Savage, who in ev'ry wood,
They look'd like nature ; for ev'n art to her And ev'ry hedge unintrodire'd intrudes.
Was natural, and contrarieties Wheo such the merit of the candidates,
Seem'd in Roxena congruous and allied. Easy is the election; but, my friend,
Such was she, when brisk Vortigern beheld, Would'st thou ne'er fail, to Kent direct thy way, Ill-fated prince! and lov'd her. She perceivid, Where no one shall be frustrated that seeks Soon she perceiv'd her conquest; soon she told, Ought that is great or good. Hail, Cantium, With hasty joy transported, her old sire. bail !
The Saxon inly smil'd, and to his isle Illustrious parent of the finest fruitss,
The willing prince invited, but first bad
The nymph prepare the potions; such as fire & Salve magna parens frugum, Saturnia tellus The blood's meandering rivulets, and depress Magna virûm; tibi res antiquæ laudis & artis Ingredior, sanctos ausus recludere fontes,
See the following story told at large in LamAscræumque cano Romana per oppida carmen.
VIRG. Georg. 2
barde's Peranıbulation of Kent.
To love the soul. Lo! at the moon of night Thy young plants will uplift, their virgin anns Thrice Hecate invok'd the maid and thrice They'll stretch, and, marriageable, claim the The goddess stoop'd assent; forth from a cloud
pole. These in a splendid cup of burnish'd gold
Nor frustrate thou their wishes, so thou may'st
Sister of taleful Momus, tunelul Song,
Cut from the widow'd willow, nor provide
Poles insurmountable as yet. 'Tis then Shed copiously the obliqne rays; her face
When twice bright Phoebus' vivifying ray, Like modest. Luna's shone, but not so pale,
Twice the cold touch of winter's icy hand, And with no borrow'd lustre; on her brow They've felt; 'tis then we feel sublimer props, Smild fallacy, while summoning each grace,
'Tis then the sturdy woodman's axe from far Kneeling she gave the cup. The prince (for Resounds, resounds, and hark! with hollow who !
groans Who cou'd have spurn'd a suppliant so divine ?) Down tumble the big trees, and rushing roll Drank eager, and in ecstacy devonr'd
O'er the crush'd crackling brake, while in his Th’ ambrosial perturbation; mad with love He clasp'd her, and in hymeneal bands
Forlorn, dejected, 'midst the weeping Dryads At once the nymph demanded and obtain'd. Laments Sylvanus for his verdant care. Now Hengist, all his ample wish fulfillid,
The ash or willow for thy ise select, Exulted ; and from Kent th' uxorious prince
Or storm enduring chesmut; but the oak, Exterminated, and usnrp'd his seat.
Unfit for this employ, for nobler ends Long did he reign; but all-devoaring time Reserve untouchd; she when by time matur'd, Has raz'd his palace walls-Perchance on them Capacious of some British demi-god, Grows the green hop, and o'er his crumbled bust Vernon, or Warren, shall with rapid wing In spiral twines ascends the scantile pole.
Infuriate, like Jove's armour-bearing bird, But now to plant, to dig, to dung, to weed;
Fly on thy foes; they, like the parted waves, Tasks humble, but important, ask the Muse.
Which to the brazen beak murmuring give way Come, fair magician, sportive Fancy, come,
Amaz'd and roaring from the fight recede. With wildest imagery ; thou child of thought,
In that sweet month, when to the list’oing swains From thy aerial citadel descend,
Fair Philomel sings love, and every cot And (for thou canst) assist me. Bring with With garlands blooms bedight, with bandage thee
meet Thy all-creative talisman; with thee
The tendrils bind, and to the tall poll tie, The active spirits ideal, tow'ring flights,
Else soon, too soon their meretricious arms That hover o'er the muse-resounding groves,
Round each ignoble clod they'll fold, and leave And all thy colourings, all thy shapes display.
Averse the lordly prop.
Thus, have I heard Thou too be here, Experience, so shall I
Where there's no mutual tic, no strong connecMy rules nor in low prose jejunely say,
tion Nor in smooth numbers musically err ;
Of love-conspiring bearts, oft the young bride But vain is Fancy and Experience vain,
Has prostituted to her slaves her chårms, If thou, O Hesiod! Virgil of our land,
While the infatuated lord admires Or hear'st thou rather'', Milton, bard divine,
Fresh-butting sprouts'', and issue not his own. Whose greatness who shalt imitate, save thee?
Now turn the glebe: soon with correcting hand, If thou, O Philips", fav'ring dost not hear When smiling June in jocund dance leadson Me, inexpert of verse ; with gentle band Long days and happy hours, from ev'ry vine Uprear the unpinion'd Muse, high on the top
Dock the redundant branches, and once more Of that immeasurable mount, that far
With the sharp spade thy numerous acres till. Exceeds thine own Plinlimmon, where thou tun'st The shovel next must lend its aid, enlarge With Phæbus' self thy lyre. Give me to turn
The little hillocks, and erase the weeds. Th’unwieldy subject with thy graceful ease,
This in that month its title which derives Extol its baseness with thy art; but chief From great Augustus' ever sacred name! Illuminė, and invigorate with thy fire.
Sovereign of science! master of the Muse! When Phæbus looks thro' Aries on the spring, Neglected genias' firm ally! of worth And vernal flow'rs teem with the dulcet fruit,
Best juilge, and best rewarder, whose applause Autumnal pride! delay not then thy sets
To bards was fame and fortune! O! 'twas well, In Tellus facile bosom to depose
Well did you too in this, all glorious heroes ! Timely: if thou art wise the bulkiest chuse :
Ye Romans !-un Time'swing you've stamp'd his To every root three joints indulge, and forin
praise, The quincunx with well regulated hills.
And time shall bear it to eternity. Soon from the dung-enriched earth, their heads
Now are our labours crown'd with their reward, Now bloom the florid hops, and in the stream
Shine in their floating silver, while above Subtilis Veterum judex & callidus audis.
HORAT. 1: Miraturque novas frondes, & non sua poma. Mr. John Philips, author of Cider, a poem.
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BOOK THE SECOND.
Tembor’ring branches culminate, and form Joyous; but soon the treacherous gloom betrays
Th’ enlarging drops in double show'rs descend.
And liberties secure, and to the prowess Who as she fled, to echoing woods complain'd Of Cantium's sons, Bike Cæsar, deign’d to yield: Of tyranny, and William ; like a god,
Cesar and William' hail immortal worthies, Refulgent stood the conqueror, on his troups Illustrious vanquish'd! Cantium, if to them, He sent his looks enliv'ning as the Sun's, Posterity with all her chiefs unborn, But on his foes frown'd agony, and death.
Aught similar, aught second bas to boast. On his left side in bright emblazonry
Once more (so prophesies the Muse) thy sons His falchion burn'd; forth from his sevenfold shield Shall triumph, emulous of their sires—till then A basilisk shot adamant; his bow
With olive, and with hop-garlands crown'd, Wore clouds of fury!-on that with plumage O'er all thy land reign plenty, reign fair peace.
Omnia quæ multo ante memor provisa reponies, Astound, the proud bend lowly to the earth,
Si te digna manet divini gloria ruris.
Virg. Geor, lib. 1. The pious matrons tremble for the world. But what can daunt th' insuperable souls Ars length the Musc her destin'd task resumes Of Cantium's matchless sons ? On they proceed, With joy; agen o'er all her bop-land groves All innocent of fear ; each face express'd She seeks t'expatiate free of wing. Long while Contemptuous admiration, while they view'd For a much-loving, much-lov'd youth she wept, The well fed brigades of embroider'd slaves
Sorrowing in silence o'er th' untimely urn. That drew the sword for gain. First of the van, Hush then, effeminate sobs; and thou, my heart, With an enormous bough, a shepherd swain
Rebel to griet no more-And yet a while, Whistled with rustic potes; but such as show'd.
A little while, indulge the friendly tears. A heart magnanimous: the men of Kent
O’er the wild world, like Noah's dore, in vain Follow the tuneful swain, while o'er their heads
I seek the olive peace, around me wide The green leaves whisper, and the big boughs see! see! the wat'ry waste-la vain forlorn bend.
I call the phenis, fair Sincerity; 'Twas thus the Thracian, whose-all quick’ning lyre Alas !-extinguish'd to the skies she fled, The floods inspir'd, and tanght the rocks to feel, And left no heir behind her. Where is now Enchanted dancing Hæmus, to the tune, [wave, The eternal smile of goodness? Where is now The lute's soft tune! The fluttering brauches That all-extensive charity of soul, The rocks enjoy it, and the rivulets hear,
So rich in sweetness, that the classic sounds
In elegance Augustan cloth’d, the wit
Or, if observ'd, set off that brighter gem.
How oft, and yet how seldom did it seem ! That from th'oblivious streams of Lethe's pool
Have I enjoy'd his converse ? When we met, Has drank eternal apathy, he stood.
The hours how swift they sweetly fled, and till His host an universal panic seiz'd
Agen I saw him how they loiter'd. Oh! Prodigious, inopine; their armour shook,
Theophilus', thou dear departed soul, And clatter'd to the trembling of their limbs; What flattering tales thou told'st me? How Some to the walking wilderness gan run
thou'dst hail Confus'd, and in th’inhospitable shade
My Muse, and took'st imaginary walks For shelter sought-Wretches ! they shelter find, All in my hopland groves. Stay yet, oh stay ! Eternal shelter in the arms of death!
Thou dear deluder, thou hast seen but balfThus when Aquarius pours out all bis arn He's gone ! aud aught that's equal to his praise Down on some lonesome heath, the traveller
Fame has not for me, tho' she prove most kind. That wanders o'er the wintry waste, accepts Howe'er this verse be sacred to thy name, The invitation of some spreading beech
These tears, the last sad duty of a friend.
Oft I'll indulge the pleasurable pain " Aurora borealis, or lights in the air; a pheDomenon which of late years has been frequent " Mr. Thcophilus Wheeler, of Christ Church, here, and in all the more northern countries. Cambridge.
Of recollection; oft on Medray's banks
That stain the sample, and its worth debase. I'll muse on thee full pensive ; while her streams All things thus settled and prepard, what now Regardful ever of my grief, shall flow
Can stop the planter's pin poses? Unless In sullen silence silverly along
The Heavens frown dissent, and ominous winds The weeping shores—or else accordant with Howl thro' the concave of the troubled sky. My loud laments, shall ever and anon
And oft, alas! the long experienc'd wights Make melancholy music to the shades,
(Oh! could they too prevent them) storms forcThe hopland shades, that on her banks expose Serpentine vines and flowing locks of gold. Por, as the storm rides on the rising clouds,
Ye smiling nymphs, th’ivseparable train Fly the fleet wild-geese far away), or else Of saffron Ceres ; ye, that gamesome dance, The heifer towards the zenith rears her head, And sing to jolly Autumn, while he stands And with expanded nostrils snuffs the air: With his right hand poizing the scales of Heav'n, The swallows too their airy circuits weave, And while his left grasps Amalthea's born : And screaming skim the brook; and fen bred Young chorus of fair Bacchanals, descend,
frogs And leave awhile the sickle ; yoniler hill, Forth from their hoarse throats their old grudge Where stand the loaded hop-poles, claims your
Or from her earthly coverlets the ant
Athwart the cope of Flear'n: or sable crows
T\'industrious vulgar. They, like prudent bees, Of How'ry edg'u Cayster wont to prey,
And lust to lave in vain, their unctuous plumes Ere winter numb their sunburnt hands, and winds Repulsive bate their efforts: hearkon next Engoal them, murmuring in their gloomy cells.
How the curs'd raven, with her harmful voice, From these, such as appear the rest t' excel Invokes the rain, and croaking to herself, In strength and young agility, select.
Struts on some spacious solitary shore. These shall support with vigour and address Nor want thy servants and thy wife at home The bin-man's weighty office ; now extract Signs to presage the show'r; for in the hall From the sequacious earth the pole, and now Sheds Niobe her prescient tears, and warns Unmarry from the closely clioging vine.
Beneath thy leaden tubes to fix the vase, O'er twice three pickers, and no more, extend And catch the falling dew drops, which supply The bin-man's sway; unless thy ears can bear Soft water and salubrious, far the best The.crack of poles continual, and thine eyes To soak thy hops, and brew thy generous beer. Behold unmoved the hurrying peasant tear But tho' bright Phobus smile, and in the skies Thy wealth, and throw it on the thankless The purple-rob'd serenity appear; ground.
Tho' every cloud be fled, yet if the rage But first the careful planter will consult
Of Boreas, or the blasting east prevail,
The planter has enough to check his hopes,
3 Nunquam imprudentibus imber
Obsuit. The frequent frays of the tumultuous crew.
Aut illurn surgentem vallibus imis He shall preside o'er all thy hop-land store,
Aëriæ fugere grues! aut bucula cælum Severe dictator! His unerring hand,
Suspiciens, patulis captavit naribus auras: And eye inquisitive, in heedful guise,
Aut arguta lacus circumvolitavit hirundo: Shall to the brink the measure fill, and fair
Et veterem in limo ranæ cecinere querelam. On the twin registers the work record.
Sæpius & tectis penetralibus extulit ova And yet I've known them own a female reign,
Angustum formica terens iter, & bibit ingens
Arcus, & e pastu decedens agmine magno.
Corvorum increpuit densis exercitus alis.
jam varias pelagi volucres, & quæ Asia circum Has sav'd the pillars of the hop-land state,
Dulcibus in stagnis rimantur pratra Caystri,
Certatim largos bumeris infundere rores;
Nunc caput objectare fretis, nunc currere in un. With more than manly dignity. Oft I've seen,
das, Ev'n at her frown the boist’rous uproar cease,
Et studio incassum videas gestire lavandi. And the mad pickers, tam'd to diligence,
Tum cornix plena pluviam vocat improba voce, Cull from the bin the sprawling sprigs, and
Et sola in sicca secum spatiatur arena,
Nec nocturna quidem carpentes pensa puellæ leares
Virg. Georg. 1,
4 Iris. • The author's youngest sister.