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 217. 



' He {hewed 



A grove, which Romulus, in after-times, 



Made an afylum. Near it rofe a rock, 



Bedewed with weeping fprings, facred to Pan j 



And once more facred to the injured made 



Of murdered Argos. Then he called aloud 



The gods to witnefs, that his foul abhorred 



The impious deed. To the Tarpeian rock 



He led the hero next, where now in pomp 



The capitol upheaves it's fplendid towers ; 



Then but a thicket, interwoven clofe, 



With nature's wildeft produces. Yet e'en then 



A fuperftitious awe, and holy fear 



O'erfpread the fcene. Doubtlefs fome god, (what god 



We know not) holds his facred refidence 



Upon the wooded creft of yon dark grove. 



Oft when the ftorm, with brooding darknefs, o'er 



That wood arifes, the Arcadians fee, 



Or think they fee, the mighty Jove himfelf 



Rolling his thunder ; and with bare right arm 



Flaming his lightnings on a guilty land. 



282. 



Thefe woods the fawns, and nymphs once held. 



Here too a hardy race of men fubfift. 

 Unverfed in all the arts of life, they know 

 Nor how to yoke the ox, nor turn the glebe ; 

 Content with the bare produce of the woods, 

 And what the chace affords. 



303. Almoft the third part of England is uncul- 

 tivated, and poffefled only by flags, deer, or 

 wild-goats ; which lad are found chiefly in 

 the northern parts. Rabbits too abound every 



where. 



