12 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



That from the ground fpread their clofe texture, hide 



The view entire. Then o'er fome lowly tuft, 



Where rofe and woodbine bloom, permit its charms 



To burft upon the fight j now thro' a copfe 



Of beech, that rear their fmooth and {lately trunks,, 



Admit it partially, and half exclude, 



And half reveal its graces : in this path, 



How long foe'er the wanderer roves, each ftep 



Shall wake frefh beauties , each fhort point prefent 



A different picture, new, and yet the fame. 21-5. 



Yet fome there are who deem this precept vain, 

 And fell each tree that intercepts the fcen. 

 O great POUSSIN ! O Nature's darling, CLAUDE ! 

 What if fome ram and facrilegious hand 



Tore from your canvafs thofe umbrageous pines 220 



That frown in front, and give each azure hill 

 The charm of contraft ! Nature fuffers here 

 Like outrage, and bewails a beauty loft 

 Which Time with tardy hand fhall late reflore. 



Yet 



