350 From house to house, from hill to hill, About his chequer'd sides I wind, And leave his brooks and meads behind, And groves, and grottoes And vistoes shooting beams of day: Wide and wider spreads the vale, Withdraw their summits from the skies, Now, I gain the mountain's brow, Old castles on the cliffs arise, Below me trees unnumber'd rise, The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, The sturdy oak with broad-spread boughs, And beyond the purple grove, Lies a long and level lawn, On which a dark hill, steep and high, 1 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode; } And see the rivers, how they run, Through woods and meads, in shade and sun, Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep! Thus is Nature's vesture wrought, To instruct our wandering thought; Thus she dresses green and gay, To disperse our cares away. Ever charming, ever new, When will the landskip tire the view! The fountain's fall, the river's flow, The woody vallies, warm and low; } The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tower, See on the mountain's southern side, O may I with myself agree, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high, As on the mountain - turf I lie; Now, ev'n now, my joys run high. Be full, ye courts; be great who will; Seek her on the marble floor. In vain you search, she is not there; In vain ye search the domes of care! On the meads, and mountain - heads, And often, by the murmuring rill, SHEN STONE. Wir haben im ersten Theile dieses Handbuchs S. 351 die Biographie dieses Dichters von Johnson mitgetheilt. Hier bemerken wir nur noch nachträglich, dafs Shenstone's Werke sich in den mehrmals angeführten Sammlungen der Englischen Dichter, und zwar bei Anderson im gten und bei Bell im ggsten und 100sten Bande befinden. Sein Leben findet man in Johnson's und Anderson's Biographien, desgleichen im 7ten Bande des Brittischen Plutarch, und vor vielen Ausgaben seiner Werke. 1) THE SKY-LARK. Song. Go, tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies, And if she deign thy notes to hear, And if she praise thy matin song, Tell her, in livelier plumes array'd, But ask the lovely partial maid, What are his notes compar'd to thine? Then bid her treat yon witless beau And lend an ear to Damon's woe, Who sings her praise, and sings forlorn. 2) Co L.E M I R A. A Culinary Eclogue.. Nec tantum Veneris, quantum studiosa culinae, Night's sable clouds had half the globe o'erspread, And silence reign'd, and folks were gone to bed: Pensive he lay, extended on the ground, To all his plaints the sleeping curs reply; , Could I", he cry'd,,, express, how bright a grace ,, Adorns thy morning hands, and well-wash'd face; Thou wouldst, Colemira, grant what I implore, ,,And yield me love, or wash thy face no more. ,,Ah! who can see, and seeing not admire, Whene'er she sets the pot upon the fire! Her hands outshine the fire, and redder things; ,, Her eyes are blacker than the pots she brings. But sure no chamber - damsel can compare, ,,When in meridian lustre shines my fair, When warm'd with dinner's toil in pearly rills, ,,Adown her goodly cheek the sweat distills. ,, Oh! how I long, how ardently desire, ,,To view those rosy fingers strike the lyre! ,,For late, when bees to change their climes began, ,,How did I see them thrum the frying-pan! With her I should not envy George his queen, Though she in royal grandeur deck'd be seen; Whilst rags, just sever'd from my fair one's gown, ,,In russet pomp and greasy pride hang down.. |