26 THE ENGLISH GARDEN, 



In pillar'd ftate by carpentry upborn. 



With colour'd mirrors deck'd, and caged birds : 



But, when our ftep has pac'd his proud parterres, . 



And reach'd the heath, then Nature glads our eye 



Sporting in all her lovely carelefTnefs. 43 ; 



There fmiles in varied tufts the velvet rofe, 



There flaunts the gadding woodbine, fwells the ground 



In gentle hillocks, and around its fides 



Thro' bloffom'd fhades die fecret pathway fteals. 



Thus, with a poet's power, the Sage's pen, 440 



Pourtray'd that nicer negligence of fcene, 

 Which Tafte approves. While He, delicious Swain,. 

 Who tun'd his oaten pipe by Mulla's ftream, 

 Accordant touch'd the flops in Dorian mood ; 

 What time he 'gan to paint the fairy vale, 445. 



Where ftands the Fane of Venus. Well I ween 

 That then, if ever, COLIN, thy fond hand 

 Did fteep its pencil in the well-fount clear. 



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