There Fancy, warm'd with brightest, chastest beams, Nor think, gay revellers, this awful roof The rose she cull'd to deck the nuptial bower, Thus a short hour-and woods and turrets fall; The good, the great, the beauteous, perish all. Another age a gayer race supplies, Less awful groves, and gaudier villas rise. See neighbouring Combe's old genius quit its bowers, Not Warwick's* name preserv'd his gothic towers; Nor distant see new royal domes deride What half remains of Wolsey's ancient pride! * Combe.Neville, near Kingston, built by the king-making Ear! of Warwick. †The new apartments at Hampton-Court, raised on the ruins of part of Wolsey's palace. While yet this humbler pile survives to prove Like him, still welcomes to its liberal door ON RULAL SPORTS. THE sun wakes jocund-all of life, who breathe In air, or earth, and lawn, and thicket rove, Who swim the surface, or the deep beneath, Swell the full chorus of delight and love. But what are ye, who cheer the bay of hounds, I see ye come, and havoc loose the reins; A general groan the general anguish speaks, The stately stag falls butcher'd on the plains, The dew of death hangs clammy on his cheeks. Ah! see the pheasant fluttering in the brake, --I call in vain-they gasp upon the shore. A yet ignobler band is guarded round With dogs of war-the spurning bull their prize; And now he bellows, humbled to the ground, And now they sprawl in howlings to the skies. You too must feel their missile weapon's pow'r, Whose clarion charms the midnight's sullen air; Thou the Morn's harbinger, must mourn the hour *Vigil to fasts, and penitence, and prayer. Must fatal wars of human avarice, wage For milder conflicts, Love their palm design'd? Now sheath'd in steel, must rival Reason's rage, Deal mutual death, and emulate mankind? Are these your sovereign joys, Creation's lords? Nor plead necessity, thou man of blood! [vere ! Heaven tempers power with mercy-Heaven re Yet slay the wolf for safety, lamb for food; But shorten misery's pangs, and drop a tear! Ah! rather turn, and breathe this evening gale, See pasturing heifers with the bull, who wields Shrove Tuesday. Now feel the steed with youth's elastic force Spontaneous bound, yet bear thy kind control; Nor mangle all his sinews in his course, And fainting, staggering, lash him to the goal! Or else, beneath thy porch, in social joy Full firmly treads, his consort waits his call; That each may taste the bounty meant for all! Yon bashful songsters with retorted eye Pursue the grain, yet wheel contracted flight, While he, the bolder sparrow, scorns to fly; A son of freedom claiming Nature's right. Liberal to him; yet still the wafted grain, Choicest for those of modest worth dispense; And blessing Heaven that wakes their grateful strain, Let Heaven's best joy be thine, benevolence! While flocks' soft bleatings, echoing high and clear, The neigh of steeds, responsive o'er the heath Deep lowings sweeter melt upon thy ear Than screams of terror and the groans of death. ; Yet sounds of woe delight a giant brood: Distinguishes the shepherd, drowns the fold. But see him, see the fiend that others stung, Revenging Nature's cause, he pleads his own. Yet prostrate, suppliant to the throne above, He calls down Heaven in thunders to pursue Heaven's fancied foes-O God of peace and love, The voice of thunder is no voice from you! Mistaken mortal! 'tis that God's decree To spare thy own, nor shed another's blood: Heaven breathes benevolence to all, to thee; Each being's bliss consummates general good. |