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2 Scabious: scabiosa vulgaris. 3 Knapweed : jacea vulgaris.

7 Wild climbers : clematis, viorna, or traveller's 4 Weld: luteola vulgaris, or dyers' weed. joy. The white downy seeds of this plant make a These plants, with many others not inferior in very conspicuous figure on our hedges in autumn. - beauty, are frequent on the balks, or ridges, which 8 Skewerwood: evonymus;, or, spindle-tree.

separate different kinds of corn in our common The twigs of this shrub are of a fine green; the fiekis.

capsules, or seed-vessels, of a fine purple ; and the s The digitalis, or foxglove, is a very beautiful seeds of a rich scarlet. In autumn, when the capplant; there are several varieties of it which are sules open and show the seeds, the plant has a most bonoured with a place in our gardens. The mula beautiful appearance. lein is not inferior in beauty, consequently merits 9 Loosestrife: lysimachia lutea vulgaris. Dr. equal notice.

Hill observes, that it is so beautiful a plant, in its *6 It is a vulgar opinion, that vervain never erect stature, regular growth, and elegant flowers, grows in any place more than a quarter of a mile that it is every way worthy to be taken into our distant froin a house.—Vide Miller's Gardener's gardens. It is frequent in moist places. The Dictionary, article Verbena.

flowers are of a bright gold colour.

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Albino's fence green currants hide from view,

With bunches hung of red or amber hue;
Beside his arbour blows the jasmine fair,

And scarlet beans their gaudy blossoms bear;
The lofty hollyhock there its spike displays,

May's lib’ral hand her fragrant bloom disclos'd, And the broad sunflow'r shows its golden rays.

And berds and flocks on grassy banks repos'd;
Soft evening gave to ease the tranquil hour,

And Philomel's wild warblings fill'd the bow'r. Where moss-grown pales a sunny spot enclos'd,

Where near the village rose the elm-crown'd hill, And pinks and lilies all their hues expos'd,

And white-leav'd aspins trembled o'er the rill, Beneath a porch, with mantling vines enwreath'd,

Three rural bards, the village youth among,
The morning breeze the charming Sylvia breath'd :

The pleasing lore of rural business sung.
Not pink nor lily with her face could vie,
And, 0 how soft the languish of her eye!
I saw and lov’d; but lov'd, alas, in vain!

The care of farms we sing--attend the strainShe check'd my passion with severe disdain.

What skill, what toil, shall best procure you gain;
How diff'rent culture, diftorent ground requires;

While wealth rewards whom industry inspires. When o'er the meads with vernal verdure gay

The village ehildren wont at eve to stray,
I pluck'd fresh flow'rets from the grassy ground,

When thy light land on scorching gravel lies, And ther green stalks with bending rushes bound;

And to the springing blade support denies; My wreaths, my nosegays, then my Delia dress'd, Fix on the wintry tilth the frequent fold, Crown'd her fair brow, or bloom'd upon her breast.

And mend with cooling marl or untry'd mould. Young as I was, the pleasing thought was mine,

THIRD. One day, fond boy, that beauty will be thine!”

If thy strong loam superfluous wet retain,

Lead through thy fields the subterraneous drain, Beside his gate, beneath the lofty tree,

And o'er the surface mellowing stores expand Old Thyrsis' well-known seat I vacant see;

Of fiery lime, or incoherent sand.
There, while his prattling offspring round him play'd,
He oft to please them toys of osiers made:
That seat his weight shall never more sustain,

In vacant corners, on the hamlet waste,
That offspring round him ne'er shall sport again.

The ample dunghill's steaming heap be plac'd;
There many a month fermenting to remain,

Ere thy slow team disperse it o'er the plain.
Yon lone church tow'r that overlooks the hills!
The sight my soul full oft with sorrow fills:
There Damon lies;-in prime of youth he died !- The prudent farmer all manure provides,
A ford unknown by night he vent'rous tried:

The mire of roads, the mould of hedge-row sides; In vain be struggled with the foaming wave;

For him their mud the stagnant ponds supply; No friendly arm, alas, was near to save !

For bim their soil, the stable and the sty.

THIRD. Cease, friend! and homeward as we bend our way,

For this the swain, on Kennet's winding shore, Remark the beauties of the closing day;

Digs sulphurous peat along the sable moor; See, tow'rds the west, the redd'ning Sun declines, For this, where ocean bounds the stormy strand, And o'er the fields his level lustre shines.

They fetch dank sea-weed to the neighb'ring land.

FIRST. How that bright landscape lures the eye to gaze,

Who barren heaths to tillage means to turn, Where with bis beams the distant windows blaze! Must, ere he plough, the greensward pare and burn; And the gilt vane, high on the steeple spire, Where rise the smoking hillocks o'er the field, Glows in the air-a dazzling spot of fire!

The saline ashes useful compost yield.








Where sedge or rushes rise on spongy soils, The skill'd in culture oft repay their toil
Or rampant moss th' impoverish'd berbage spoils, By choice of plants adapted to their soil ;
Corrosive soot with lib'ral hand bestow;

The spiky saintfoin best on chalk succeeds, Th’improving pasture suon its use will show. The lucern hates cold clays and moory meads.

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Hertfordian swains on airy hills explore

Best on loose sands, where brakes and briars once The chalk's white vein, a fertilizing store;

rose, This from deep pits in copious baskets drawn, Its deep fring'd leaves the yellow carrot shows: Amends alike the arable and lawn.

Best on stiff loam rough teasels 2 rear their heads,

And brown coriander's od'rous umbel spreads.
Who spends too oft in indolence the day,
Soon sees his farm his base neglect betray; On barren mountains, bleak with chilly air,
His useless hedge-greens docks and nettles bear, Forbidding pasturage or the ploughman's care,
And the tough cammoc clógs his shining share'.

Laburnum's bougbs a beauteous bloom disclose,
Or spiry pines a gloomy grove compose.











Thy weedy fallows let the piough pervade,
Till on the top th’inverted roots are laid;

On rushy marshes, rank with watry weeds,
There left to wither in the noon-tide ray,

Clothe the cleard soil with groves of waving reeds; Or by the spiky harrow cleard away.

Of them the gard'ner annual fences forms,

To shield his tender plants from vernal storms. When wheat's green stem the ridge begins to hide,

Let the sharp weedhook's frequent aid be try'd, Cantabrian hills the purple saffron show;
Lest thy spoil'd crop at barvest thou bemoan,

Blue fields of flax in Lincoln's fenland blow; With twitch and twiping bindweed overgrown.

On Kent's rich plains, green hop-grounds scent the

gales; Much will rank melilot thy grain disgrace,

And apple-groves deck Hereford's golden rales 3.
And darnel, fellest of the weedy race:
T" extirpate these might care or cost avail,
Textirpate these nor care nor cost should fail.

Shelter'd by woods the weald of Sussex lies;
Her smooth green downs sublime from ocean rise :

That, fittest soil supplies for growth of grain; When the foul furrow fetid inayweed fills,

These, yield best pasture for the fleecy tra :.
The weary reaper oft complains of ills;
As his keen sickle grides along the lands,
The acrid herbage oft corrodes his hands.

Say, friends! whoe'er his residence might choose,
Would these sweet scenes of sylvan shade refuse,

And seek the black waste of the barren wold, Wield oft thy scythe along the grassy layes,

That yields no shelter from the heat or cold? Ere the rude thistle its light down displays;

Else that light down upon the breeze will fly,
And a new store of noxious plants supply.

Dull are slow Ousa's mist-exhaling plains,
Where long rank grass the morning dew retains :

Who pastures there in autumn's humid reign,
Would ye from tillage ample gains receive, His flock from sickness bopes to save in vain.
With change of crops th’exhausted soil relieve;
Next purple clover let brown wheat be seen,
And bearded barley after turnips green.

The bleak, flat, sedgy shores of Essex shun,
Where fog perpetual veils the winter Sun;

Though fatt'ring Fortune there invite thy stay,
Bid here dark peas or tangled vetches spread, Thy health the purchase of her smiles must pay.
There buckwheat's white flow'r faintly ting'd with
Bid here potatoes deep green stems be born, [red; | When, harvest past, thy ricks of yellow corn,
And yellow cole th’ enclosure there adorn.

Rise round the yard, and scent the breeze of morn;

Rude Winter's rage with timely care t'avert, Here let tall rye or fragrant beans ascend,

Let the skill'd thatcher ply his useful art.
Or oats their ample panicles extend;
There rest thy glebe, left fallow not in vain,
To feel the summer's Sun and winter's rain.

Teasel : dipsacus satirus. This plant is cultivated, in many places, for the use of the woollen

manufacture. There are large fields of it in Essex ; I Cammoc: ononis, or restharrow. The roots where the coriander is also grown. of this troublesome plant are so strong, that it is 3 There is a part of Herefordshire, from its excredibly asserted they will stop a plough drawn by traordinary fertility and pleasantness, usually deseveral horses.

nominated The Golden Vale.






When thy ripe walnuts deck the glossy spray,
Ere pilf’ring rooks purloin them fast away,
Wield thy tough pole, and lash the trees amain,
Till leaves and husks the lawn beneath distain.,

Where in the croft the russet hayrick stands,
The dextrous binder twists his sedgy bands,
Across the stack his sharp-edg'd engine guides,
And the hard mass in many a truss divides 4.


When thy green orchards fraught with fruit appear,
Thy lofty ladder midst the boughs uprear;
Thy basket's hook upon the branch suspend,
And with the fragrant burden oft descend.

When frost thy turnips fixes in the ground,
And hungry flocks for food stand bleating round,
Let sturdy youths their pointed peckers ply,
Till the rais'd roots loose on the surface lie.










When stormy days constrain to quit the field,
Spread on the grass, or pil'd in heaps, behold The house or barn may useful business yield;
The pearmain's red, the pippin's speckled gold;

There crooked snathss of flexile sallow make,
There shall the russet's auburn rind be seen, Or of tough ash the fork-stale and the rake.
The redstreak's stripes, and ponpareil's bright

Full many a chance defeats the farmer's pains,

Full many a loss diminishes his gains;
These on dry straw, in airy chambers, lay,

Wet spoils the seed, or frosts its growth o'erpow'r, Where windows clear admit the noon-tide ray;

Beasts break the stalk, and birds the grain devour. They, safe from frosts, thy table shall supply, Fresh to the taste, and pleasing to the eye.

While plenteous crops reward thy toil and care,

Thy lib'ral aid may age and sickness share ! When fav'ring seasons yield thee store to spare,

Nor let the widow'd cottager deplore The circling mill and cumbrous press prepare ;

Her fireless hearth, her cupboard's scanty store. from copious vats, the well-fermented juice Will sparkling beverage for thy board produce,

The haughty lord, whom lust of gain inspires,

From man and beast excessive toil requires: From red to black when bramble-berries change,

The gen'rous master views with pitying eyes
And boys for nuts the hazel copses range,

Their lot severe, and food and rest supplies.
On new-reap'd fields the thick strong stubble mow,
And safe in stacks about thy homestead stow.

Amid Achaia's streamy vales of old,

Of works and days th’ Ascrean pastor told; With purple fruit when elder-branches bend,

Around him, curious, came the rustic throng,
And their bright hues the bips and cornels blend,

And wond'ring listen’d to th' informning song.
Ere yet chill hoar-frost comes, or sleety rain,
Sow with choice wheat the neatly furrow'd plain.

Where fam'd Anapas' limpid waters stray,
Sicilia's poet tun'd his Doric lay;

While o'er his head the pine's dark foliage hung,
When clam'rous fieldfares seek the frozen mead, And at his feet the bubbling fountain sprung.
And lurking snipes by gurgling runnels feed;
Then midst dry fodder let thy berds be found,
Where shelt'ring sheds the well-stor'd crib surround. The Latian Maro sung, where Mincio's stream

Through groves of ilex cast a silv'ry gleam;

While down green vallies stray'd his fleecy flocks,
Though Winter reigns, our labours never fail : Or slept in shadow of the mossy rocks.
Then all day long we hear the sounding flail;
And oft the beetle's strenuous stroke descends,
That knotty block-wood into billets rends.

Pair fame to bim, the bard whose song displays
Of rural arts the knowledge and the praise !

Rich as the field with ripen'd harvest white-
Then in the barns in motion oft are seen

A scene of profit mingled with delight!
The rustling corn-fan, and the wiry screen:
In sacks the tasker measures up his grain,
And loads for market on the spacious wain.

As dewy cherries to the taste in June,

As sliady lanes to travellers at noon, THIRD. Th’ enclosure fence then claims our timely care, 4 Hay is usually cut with an oblong, triangular The ditch to deepen, and the bank repair ; instrument, called a cutting-knife. The well-plash'd hedge with frequent stakes confine, s Snath is the technical term for the handle of And o'er its top tough wyths of bazel twine, a scythe.









To me so welcome is the shepherd's strain;

there is an eastern poem, generally esteemed To kindred spirits never sung in vain!

sacred, which abounds with the most ardent ex-
pressions of the one, and luxuriant pictures of

the other.
While lindens sweet and spiky chesnuts blow,
While beech bears mast, on oaks while acorns grow;
So long shall last the shepherd's tuneful rhyme, Korasa's tribe, a frequent-wand'ring train,
And please in ev'ry age and ev'ry clime!

From Zenan's pastures sought Negiran's plain.
With them Semira left her far'rite shades,
The loveliest nymph of Yemen's sportive maids!
Her parting hand her fair companions press'd;

A transient sorrow touch'd each tender breast;

As some thin cloud across the morning ray
Casts one short moment's gloom, and glides away:
Their cares, their sports, they basted soon to tend,

And lost in them the memory of their friend.

But gallant Zerad ill her absence bore,

A wealthy emir from Katara's shore; 'The Oriental Eclogues of Collin have such excel- A warrior he, the bravest of his race; lence, that it may be supposed they must preclude A bard high-honour'd in his native place; the appearance of any subsequent work with the Age oft learn'd knowledge from his tuneful tongue, same title. This consideration did not escape the And list'ning beauty languish'd while he sung. author of the following poems; but as the scenery What time the tribes in camp contiguous lay, and sentiment of his predecessor were totally differ- Oft with the fair-one he was wont to stray; ent from his own, he thought it matter of little con There oft for her fresh fruits and flow'rs he sought, sequence.

And oft her flocks to crystal fountains brought. This kind of composition is, in general, subject to Where the tall palm-grove gracid Alzobah's green, one disadvantage, for which allowance should be And sable tents in many a rank were seen'; made. He, who describes wbat he has seen, may While ev'ning's steps the setting Sun pursu'd, describe correctly: he, who describes what he has And the still fields her balmy tears bedew'd; not seen, must depend for much on the accounts of The pensive lover, there reclin'd apart, others, and supply the rest from his own imagina- Indulgd the sorrows of his anxious heart. tion.

His graceful head the costly turban dress'd;
The crimson sash confin'd his azure vest;
His hand the sounding arabeb 2 sustaind;

And thus his voice in melody complain'd-

Soft as the night-bird's amorous music flows,

In Zibit's gardens, when she woos the rose 3:

“ Bright star of Sora's sky, whose matchless blaze

Gilds thy proud tribe with mild, benignant rays!

Sweet flow'r of Azem's vale, whose matchless bloom
O'er thy fam'd house spreads exquisite perfume!
Blithe fawn of Kosa, at the break of dawn,

Midst groves of cassia, sporting on the lawn !
The learned and ingenious Mr. Jones, in his elegant Too charming beauty! why must I bemoan

and judicious Essay on the Poetry of the Eastern Thee from my presence thus abruptly flown? Nations, speaking of the Arabians, has the follow Ere the shrill trump to march the signal gave, ing passage: “ It sometimes happens," says he, And banners high in air began to wave; “ that the young men of one tribe are in love Ere the tall camel felt his wonted load, with the damsels of another; and, as the tents And herds and flocks slow mov'd along the road; are frequently removed on a sudden, the lovers Ere slow behind them mareh'd the warrior train, are often separated in the progress of the court And the struck tents left vacant all the plain; ship. Hence, almost all the Arabic poems open Could no fond plea obtain a longer stay; in this manner: The author bewails the sudden Would no kind hand th' intelligence convey ? departure of his mistress, Hinda, Maia, Ze neb, ah, hapless me! to Aden's port I stray'd, or Azza, and describes her beauty ; comparing Sought gold and gems, but lost my lovely maid! her tu a wanton fawn that plays among the aro My friends, they come my sorrows to allaymatic shrubs. His friends endeavour to comfort Azor the wise, and Soliman the gayhim; but he refuses consolation ; he declares his One cries, “Let Reason bold her sober reign, resolution of visiting his beloved, though the way Nor Love's light trifles give thy bosom pain! to her tribe lie through a dreadful wilderness, or even through a den of lions.”—The author of the following Eclogue was struck with this outline, 1 The Arabian tents are black. Vide Canticles, and has attempted to fill it up. An apology for i. 5. expatiating on the pleasing subjects of love and 2 Arabebbah, an Arabian arvi Moorish instru. beauty, when nothing is said to offend the ear of ment of music. Vide Shaw's Travels, and Russell's chastity, he supposes needless. If any, however, History of Aleppo. there be, who question the utility of at all describ 3 Alluding to an eastern sable of the Nightingale ing those subjects; such may remember, that courting the Rose.

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