4 POEMS. 



By fancy plarm'd ; as once th.' inventive maid 

 Met the hoar sage amid the secret shade : 

 Eomantic spot ! from whence in prospect lies 

 Wliate'er of landscape charms our feasting eyes, — • 

 The poiated spire, the hall, the pasture plain. 

 The russet fallow, or the golden grain, 

 The breezy lake that sheds a gleaming light. 

 Till all the fading picture fail the sight. 



Each to his task ; all different ways retire : 

 Cull the dry stick ; call forth the seeds of fire ; 

 Deep fix the kettle's props, a forky row. 

 Or give with farming hat the breeze to blow. 



Whence is this taste, the fumish'd hall forgot, 

 To feast in gardens, or th' unhandy grot ? 

 Or novelty with some new charms surprises, 

 Or from our very shifts some joy arises. 

 Hark, while below the village bells ring round. 

 Echo, sweet nymph, returns the soffcen'd sound ; 

 But if gusts rise, the rushing forests roar, 

 Like the tide tumbling on the pebbly shore. 



Adown the vale, in lone, sequester'd nook. 

 Where skirting woods imbrown the dimplmg brook. 

 The ruin'd convent lies : here wont to dwell 

 The lazy canon midst his cloister'd cell,* 

 While Papal darkness brooded o'er the land. 

 Ere Eeformation made her glorious stand : 

 StUl oft at eve belated shepherd swains 

 See the cowl'd spectre skim the folded plains. 



To the high Temple would my stranger go,t 

 The mountaia-brow commands the woods below : 

 In Jewry first this order found a name, 

 When madding Croisades set the world in flame ; 

 When western climes, urged on by pope and pries! 

 Pour'd forth their millions o'er the deluged East : 



» The ruins of a Priory, founded by Peter de Rupibus, Bishop of 

 Wineb ester. 



t The remains of a Preceptory of the Knights Templars ; at least it was a 

 farm dependent upon some preceptory of that order. I find it was a prcceptorv 

 called the Preceptoi-y of Suddingion ; now called Southington. 



