io THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



Go back without a boon: for Nature here 



Has with her living colours, form'd a fcene 



Which RUISDALE befl might rival : Chryflal lakes, 



O'er which the giant oak, himfelf a grove, 170 



Flings his romantick branches, and beholds 



His reverend image in th' expanfe below. 



If diftant hills be wanting, yet our eye 



Forgets the want, and with delighted gaze 



Refts on the lovely foreground ; there applauds 17-5- 



The art, which, varying forms and blending hues, 



Gives that harmonious force of made and light, 



Which makes the landfcape perfect. Art like this 



Is only art, all elfe abortive toil. 



Thou then, the docile pupil of my fong, 180 



Attend; and learn how much on Painting's aid 

 Thy fitter art depends : learn now its laws ; 

 Their practice may demand a future ftrain. 



Of Nature's various fcenes the painter culls 

 That for his fav'rite theme, where the fair whole 185 



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