24 THE ENGLISH GARDEN. 



" To age, from clime to clime incelTant borne, 425 



" Imagination flounders headlong on, 



*' Till, like fatigu'd VILLARIO *, foon we find 



" We better like a fiekl." " Nicely thy hand 



" The childim landfcape touches," cries his hoft, 



" For Fafhion ever is a wayward child j 43 



" Yet fure we might forgive Her faults like thefe, 



" If but in feparate or in fingle fcenes 



" She thus with Fancy wanton'd : Should I lead 



" Thy ftep, my Friend, (for our accordant taftes 



" Prompt me to give thee that familiar name) 435 



" Behind this fcreen of Elm, thou there might'fl: find 



'" I too had idly play'd the truant's part, 



" And broke the bounds of judgment." " Lead me there," 



Briikly the Youth return'd, " for having prov'd 



" Thy Epic Genius here, why not perufe 440 



" Thy lighter Ode or Eclogue ?" Smiling thence 



ALCANDER led him to the Woodbine bower 



Which laft our Song defcrib'd, who feated there, 



In filent tranfport view'd the lively fcene, 



JC 



'* See Dope's EpiHle to Lord -Burlington, ver. 8S, 



