*o THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



Confinement, fave degenerate Man alone, 



Who deems a monarch's fmile can gild his chains. 



Tir'd then, perchance; of nets that daily claim 



Thy renovating labour, thou wilt form, 350 



With elm and oak, a rufKc baluftrade 



Of firmeft juncture ; happy could thy toil 



Make it as fair as firm ; but vain the wim, 



Aim not to grace, but hide its formal line. 



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Let thofe, who weekly, from the city's fmoke, 355 



Croud to each neighb'ring hamlet, there to hold 

 Their dufty fabbath, tip with gold and red 

 The milk-white palifades, that Gothic now, 

 And now Chinefe, now neither, and yet both, 

 Checquer their trim domain. Thy fy Ivan fcene 360 



Would fade, indignant at the tawdry glare. 

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Come then, thou handmaid of that fifter Mufe !'. 

 Who, when (he calls to life and- local form 

 Her mind's creation, on thy aid depends 



For 



