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They swathe the forehead, drag the limping limb
And vex their flesh with artificial sores,
Can change their whine into a mirthful note
When safe occasion offers, and with dance
And music of the bladder and the bag
Beguile their woes and make the woods resound.
Such health and gaiety of heart enjoy
The houseless rovers of the sylvan world ;
And breathing wholesome air, and wandering much,
Need other physic none to heal the effects 590
Of loathsome diet, penury, and cold.

Blest he, though undistinguish'd from the crowd
By wealth or dignity, who dwells secure
Where man, by nature fierce, has laid aside
His fierceness, having learnt, though slow to learn, 595
The manners and the arts of civil life.
His wants, indeed, are many; but supply
Is obvious; placed within the easy

reach Of temperate wishes and industrious hands. Here virtue thrives as in her proper soil;

600 Not rude and surly, and beset with thorns, And terrible to sight, as when she springs, (If e'er she spring spontaneous,) in remote And barbarous climes, where violence prevails, And strength is lord of all; but gentle, kind, 605 By culture tamed, by liberty refresh'd, And all her fruits by radiant truth matured. War and the chase

engross

the
savage

whole :
War follow'd for revenge, or to supplant
The envied tenants of some happier spot,

610 -39 The physic of the field.

Essay on Criticism, iii. 174.

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The chase for sustenance, precarious trust!
His hard condition with severe constraint
Binds all his faculties, forbids all growth
Of wisdom, proves a school in which he learns
Sly circumvention, unrelenting hate,
Mean self-attachment, and scarce aught beside.
Thus fare the shivering natives of the north,
And thus the rangers of the western world
Where it advances far into the deep,
Towards the Antarctic. Even the favour'd isles 620
So lately found, although the constant sun 4)
Cheer all their seasons with a grateful smile,
Can boast but little virtue; and inert
Through plenty, lose in morals what they gain
In manners, victims of luxurious ease.

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These therefore I can pity, placed remote
From all that science traces, art invents,
Or inspiration teaches; and inclosed
In boundless oceans never to be pass'd
By navigators uninform’d as they,
Or plough'd perhaps by British bark again.
But far beyond the rest, and with most cause,
Thee, gentle savage “l! whom no love of thee
Or thine, but curiosity perhaps,
Or else vain-glory, prompted us to draw

635 Forth from thy native bowers, to show thee here

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40 Could nature's bounty satisfy the breast,

The sons of Italy were surely blest.-
But small the bliss that sense alone bestows,
And sensual bliss is all the nation knows.

Goldsmith. Traveller.
41 Omai.

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With what superior skill we can abuse
The gifts of Providence, and squander life.
The dream is past. And thou hast found again
Thy cocoas and bananas, palms and yams,

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And homestall thatch'd with leaves. But hast thou found
Their former charms ? And having seen our state,
Our palaces, our ladies, and our pomp
Of equipage, our gardens, and our sports,
And heard our music; are thy simple friends, 615
Thy simple fare, and all thy plain delights
As dear to thee as once? And have thy joys
Lost nothing by comparison with ours?
Rude as thou art (for we return'd thee rude
And ignorant, except of outward show,)
I cannot think thee yet so dull of heart
And spiritless, as never to regret
Sweets tasted here, and left as soon as known.
Methinks I see thee straying on the beach,
And asking of the surge that bathes thy foot

655 If ever it has wash'd our distant shore. I see thee weep, and thine are honest tears, A patriot's for his country. Thou art sad At thought of her forlorn and abject state, From which no power of thine can raise her up. 660 Thus fancy paints thee, and though apt to err, Perhaps errs little, when she paints thee thus. She tells me too, that duly every morn Thou climb'st the mountain top, with eager eye Exploring far and wide the watery waste

665 For sight of ship from England. Every speck Seen in the dim horizon, turns thee pale With conflict of contending hopes and fears.

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But comes at last the dull and dusky eve,
And sends thee to thy cabin, well-prepared 670
To dream all night of what the day denied.
Alas! expect it not. We found no bait
To tempt us in thy country. Doing good,
Disinterested good, is not our trade.
We travel far 'tis true, but not for nought;
And must be bribed to compass earth again
By other hopes and richer fruits than yours.

But though true worth and virtue, in the mild
And genial soil of cultivated life
Thrive most, and may perhaps thrive only there, 680
Yet not in cities oft 42, -in proud and gay
And gain-devoted cities; thither flow,
As to a common and most noisome sewer,
The dregs and fæculence of every land.
In cities foul example on most minds
Begets its likeness. Rank abundance breeds
In gross and pamper'd cities sloth and lust,
And wantonness and gluttonous excess.
In cities, vice is hidden with most ease,
Or seen with least reproach ; and virtue taught 690
By frequent lapse, can hope no triumph there
Beyond the achievement of successful flight.
I do confess them nurseries of the arts,
In which they flourish most; where in the beams
Of warm encouragement, and in the eye

695 Of public note they reach their perfect size. Such London is, by taste and wealth proclaim'd The fairest capital of all the world, 42 This is the life which those who fret in guilt,

And guilty cities, never know. Thomson. Autumn, 1352.

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By riot and incontinence the worst.
There touch'd by Reynolds, a dull blank becomes 700
A lucid mirror, in which nature sees
All her reflected features. Bacon there
Gives more than female beauty to a stone,
And Chatham's eloquence to marble lips.
Nor does the chisel occupy

alone
The powers of sculpture, but the style as much;
Each province of her art her equal care.
With nice incision of her guided steel
She ploughs a brazen field, and clothes a soil
So sterile with what charms soe'er she will, 710
The richest scenery and the loveliest forms.
Where finds philosophy her eagle eye
With which she gazes at yon burning disk
Undazzled, and detects and counts his spots ?
In London. Where her implements exact 715
With which she calculates, computes and scans
All distance, motion, magnitude, and now
Measures an atom, and now girds a world ?
In London. Where has commerce such a mart,
So rich, so throng'd, so drain'd, and so supplied 720
As London, opulent, enlarged, and still
Increasing London ? Babylon of old
Not more the glory of the earth, than she
A more accomplish'd world's chief glory now.

She has her praise. Now mark a spot or two 725 That so much beauty would do well to purge; And show this Queen of Cities, that so fair May yet be foul, so witty, yet not wise. It is not seemly, nor of good report That she is slack in discipline,-more prompt

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