THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



Pillowing his head with fwelling hillocks green, 



While, all around, a foreft-curtain fpreads 



Its waving folds, and blefTes his repofe. 



What, if perchance in fome prolific foil, 145 



Where Vegetation ftrenuous, uncontroll'd, 



Has pufh'd her pow'rs luxuriant, he now pines 



For air and freedom ? foon thy fturdy axe, 



Amid its intertwifled foliage driv'n, 



Shall open all, his glades, and ingrefs give 



To the bright darts -of day ; his prifon'd rills, 



That darkling crept amid the ruftling brakes, 



Shall glitter as they glide, and his dank caves, 



Free to falubrious Zephyrs, ceafe to weep. 



Meanwhile his fhadowy pomp he ftill retains, 



His Dryads ftill attend him ; they alone 



Of race plebeian banifh'd, who to croud 



Not grace his flate, their boughs obtrufive flung. 



But chief confult him ere thou dar'ft decide 

 Th' appropriate bounds of Pleafure, and of Ufe j 160 



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