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v. 

 How calm and quiet a delight 



It is alone 



To read, and meditate, and write, 

 By none offended, and offending none ! 

 To walk, ride, sit, or sleep at one's own ease, 

 And pleasing a man's self, none other to displease ! 



VI. 



Oh my beloved nymph ! fair Dove ; 

 Princess of rivers, how I love 

 Upon thy flowery banks to lie ; 



And view thy silver stream, 

 When gilded by a summer's beam, 

 And in it all thy wanton fry 



Playing at liberty, 

 And with my angle upon them 



The all of treachery 

 I ever learnt, industriously to try. 4 



VII. 



Such streams Rome's yellow Tyber cannot show, 

 Th* Iberian Tagus, nor Ligurian Po ; 



The Meuse, the Danube, and the Rhine 

 Are puddle-water all compar'd with thine ; 

 And Loire's pure streams yet too polluted are 



With thine, much purer to compare ; 

 The rapid Garonne, and the winding Seine, 



Are both too mean, 

 Beloved Dove, with thee 

 To vie priority ; 



Nay, Tame and Isis, when conjoin'd, submit, 

 And lay their trophies at thy silver feet. 



VIII. 



Oh my beloved rocks ! that rise 



To awe the earth, and brave the skies, 



From some aspiring mountain's crown, 



How dearly do I love, 

 Giddy with pleasure, to look down ; 

 And, from the vales to view the noble heights above ! 



IX. 



Oh my beloved caves ! from dog-star's heat 

 And all anxieties, my safe retreat : 5 

 What safety, privacy, what true delight, 



In the artificial night, 



Your gloomy entrails make, 

 Have I taken, do I take ! 



VARIATIONS. 



4 I ever learn'd to practise and to try I 

 & And hotter persecution safe retreats. 



