EXJJBKG UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA JOHN HENRY NASH LIBRARY SAN FRANCISCO <$> PRESENTED ID THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA ROBERT GORDON SPRQUL, PRESIDENT. <8> BY MR.ANDMRS.MILTON S.RAY CECILY, VIRGINIAANDROSALYN RAY- BURNER COMPANY c -== CANTO II HOBBINOL v. 289 308 Gorgonius now with haughty strides advanced, A gauntlet seized, firm on his guard he stood, A formidable foe, and dealt in air His empty blows, a prelude to the fight. Slaughter his trade, full many a pamper'd ox Fell by his fatal hand ; the bulky beast Dragg'd by his horns, oft at one deadly blow, His iron fist descending crushed his skull, And left him spurning on the bloody floor, While at his feet the guiltless axe was laid. In dubious fight of late one eye he lost, Bored from its orb, and the next glancing stroke Bruised sore the rising arch, and bent his nose : Nathless he triumph'd on the well -fought stage, Hockleian hero ! nor was more deform'd The Cyclops blind, nor of more monstrous size, Nor his void orb more dreadful to behold, Weeping the putrid gore, severe revenge Of subtile Ithacus. Terribly gay In his buff doublet, larded o'er with fat CANTO ii HOBBINOL v. 309 328 si Of slaughtered brutes, the well-oil'd champion shone. Sternly he gazed around, with many a frown Fierce menacing, provoked the tardy foe. For now each combatant, that erst so bold Vaunted his manly deeds, in pensive mood Hung down his head, and fix'd on earth his eyes, Pale and dismay'd. On Hobbinol at last Intent they gaze, in him alone their hope ; Each eye solicits him, each panting heart Joins in the silent suit. Soon he perceived Their secret wish, and eased their doubting minds. " Ye men of Kiftsgate ! whose wide spreading fame In ancient days was sung from shore to shore, To British bards of old a copious theme ; Too well, alas ! in your pale cheeks I view Your dastard souls. O mean, degenerate race ! But since on me ye call, each suppliant eye Invites my sovereign aid, lo ! here I come, The bulwark of your fame, though scarce my brows Are dry from glorious toils just now achieved, G 52 CANTO II HOBBINOL v. 329 348 To vindicate your worth. Lo ! here I swear, By all my great forefathers' fair renown, By that illustrious wicker, where they sate In comely pride, and in triumphant sloth Gave law to passive clowns ; or on this spot, In glory's prime, young Hobbinol expires, And from his dearest Ganderetta's arms Sinks to death's cold embrace ; or by this hand That stranger, big with insolence, shall fall Prone on the ground, and do your honour right." Forthwith the hilts he seized; but on his arm Fond Ganderetta hung, and round his neck Curl'd in a soft embrace. Honour and love A doubtful contest waged, but from her soon He sprung relentless, all her tears were vain, Yet oft he turn'd, oft sigh'd, thus pleading mild : " 111 should I merit these imperial robes, Ensigns of majesty, by general voice Conferr'd, should pain, or death itself avail To shake the steady purpose of my soul. CANTO ii HOBBINOL v. 349 scs 53 Peace, fair one ! Heaven will protect the man By thee held dear, and crown thy generous love." Her from the listed field the matrons sage Reluctant drew, and with fair speeches soothed. Now front to front the fearless champions meet : Gorgonius, like a tower whose cloudy top Invades the skies, stood lowering ; far beneath The strippling Hobbinol, with careful eye Each opening scans, and each unguarded space Measures intent. While negligently bold, The bulky combatant, whose heart elate Disdain'd his puny foe, now fondly deem'd At one decisive stroke to win, unhurt, An easy victory ; down came at once The ponderous plant, with fell malicious rage, Aim'd at his head direct ; but the tough hilts, Swift interposed, elude his effort vain. The cautious Hobbinol, with ready feet Now shifts his ground, retreating; then again Advances bold, and his unguarded shins 54 CANTO II H O B B I N O L v. 369388 Batters secure; each well-directed blow Bites to the quick ; thick as the falling hail, The strokes redoubled peal his hollow sides. The multitude amazed with horrour view The rattling storm, shrink back at every blow, And seem to feel his wounds ; inly he groan'd, And griash'd his teeth, and from his blood -shot eye Red lightning flash' d ; the fierce tumultuous rage Shook all his mighty fabrick ; once again Erect he stands, collected, and resolved To conquer or to die. Swift as the bolt Of angry Jove, the weighty plant descends; But wary Hobbinol, whose watchful eye Perceived his kind intent, slipp'd on one side Declining ; the vain stroke from such an height, With such a force impell'd, headlong drew down The unwieldy champion : on the solid ground He fell rebounding, breathless and astunn'd His trunk extended lay : sore maim'd, from out His heaving breast he belch'd a crimson flood. CANTO ii HOBBINOL v. 339 4os 55 Full leisurely he rose, but conscious shame Of honour lost his failing strength renew'd. Rage and revenge and ever -during hate Blacken'd his stormy front ; rash, furious, blind, And lavish of his blood, of random strokes He laid on load ; without design or art Onward he press'd outrageous, while his foe Encircling wheels, or inch by inch retires, Wise niggard of his strength. Yet all thy care, O Hobbinol ! avail'd not to prevent One hapless blow ; o'er his strong guard the plant Lapp'd pliant, and its knotty point impress'd His nervous chine ; he wreathed him to and fro * Convolved, yet thus distress'd, intrepid bore His hilts aloft, and guarded well his head. So when the unwary clown with hasty step Crushes the folded snake, her wounded parts Groveling she trails along, but her high crest Erect she bears in all its speckled pride, She swells inflamed, and with her forky tongue 56 CANTO II HOBBINOL v. 409428 Threatens destruction. With like eager haste, The impatient Hobbinol, whose excessive pain Stung, to his heart, a speedy vengeance vow'd, Nor wanted long the means ; a feint he made With well- dissembled guile, his batter'd shins Mark'd with his eyes, and menaced with his plant. Gorgonius, whose long -suffering legs scarce bore His cumbrous bulk, to his supporters frail Indulgent, soon the friendly hilts opposed ; Betray'd, deceived, on his unguarded crest The stroke delusive fell ; a dismal groan Burst from his hollow chest, his trembling hands Forsook the hilts, across the spacious ring Backward he reel'd, the crowd affrighted fly To escape the falling ruin. But, alas ! 'Twas thy hard fate, Twangdillo ! to receive His ponderous trunk ; on thee, on helpless thee, Headlong and heavy the foul monster fell. Beneath a mountain's weight, the unhappy bard Lay prostrate, rior was more renown'd thy song, CANTO II HOBBINOL v. 429 448 57 O seer of Thrace ! nor more severe thy fate. His vocal shell, the solace and support Of wretched age, gave one melodious scream, And in a thousand fragments strew'd the plain. The nymphs, sure friends to his harmonious mirth, Fly to his aid, his hairy breast expose To each refreshing gale, and with soft hands His temples chafe ; at their persuasive touch His fleeting soul returns ; upon his rump He sate disconsolate ; but when, alas ! He view'd the shatter'd fragments, down again He sunk expiring ; by their friendly care Once more revived, he thrice essay'd to speak, And thrice the rising sobs his voice subdued ; Till thus at last his wretched plight he mourn'd : " Sweet instrument of mirth ! sole comfort left To my declining years ! whose sprightly notes Restored my vigour and renew'd my bloom, Soft healing balm to every wounded heart ! Despairing, dying swains, from the cold ground 58 CANTO II HOBBINOL v. 449 468 Upraised by thee, at thy melodious call, With ravish'd ears received the flowing joy. Gay pleasantry, and care -beguiling joke, Thy sure attendants were, and at thy voice All nature smiled. But, oh ! this hand no more Shall touch thy wanton strings, no more with lays Alternate from oblivion dark redeem The mighty dead, and vindicate their fame. Vain are thy toils, O Hobbinol ! and all Thy triumphs vain. Who shall record, brave man ! Thy bold exploits ? Who shall thy grandeur tell, Supreme of Kiftsgate ? See thy faithful bard, Despoil'd, undone. O cover me, ye hills ! Whose vocal clifts were taught my joyous song ; Or thou, fair nymph, Avona, on whose banks The frolick crowd, led by my numerous strains, Their orgies kept, and frisk'd it o'er the green, Jocund and gay, while thy remurmuring streams Danced by, well pleased. Oh ! let thy friendly waves O'erwhelm a wretch, and hide this head accursed." CANTO II HOBBINOL v. 469 473 So plains the restless Philomel her nest And callow young, the tender growing hope Of future harmony, and frail return For all her cares, to barbarous churls a prey : Darkling she sings, the woods repeat her moan. THE ARGUMENT. Good eating expedient for heroes. Homer praised for keeping a table. Hobbinol triumphant. Gander etta 3 bill of fare. Panegyric upon ale. Gossipping over a bottle. Compli- ment to Mr. John Philips. Gander etta s perplexity dis- covered by Hobbinol; his consolatory speech, compares himself to Guy Earl of Warwick. Gander etta encouraged, strips for the race; her amiable figure. Fusca the gipsy, her dirty Jigure. Tabitha, her great reputation for speed; hired to the dissenting academy at Tewksbury. A short account of Gamaliel the master, and his hopeful scholars. Tabitha carries weight. The smock-race. Tabitha's fall. Fusca s short triumph, her humiliation. Gander etta s matchless speed. Hobbinol lays the prize at her Jeet. Their mutual triumph. The vicissitude of human affairs, experienced by Hobbinol. Mopsa, formerly his servant, with her two children appears to him. Mopsa s speech ; assaults Gander etta ; her flight. Hobbinol' s prodigious fright, is taken into custody by constables, and dragged to Sir Rhadamanth's. Though some of old, and some of modern date, Penurious, their victorious heroes fed With barren praise alone, yet thou, my Muse ! Benevolent, with more indulgent eyes Behold the immortal Hobbinol ; reward With due regalement his triumphant toils. Let Quixote's hardy courage and renown With Sancho's prudent care be meetly join'd. 66 CANTO III HOBBINOL v. 9 28 O thou of bards supreme, Maeonides ! What well-fed heroes grace thy hallo w'd page ! Laden with glorious spoils, and gay with blood Of slaughtered hosts, the victor chief returns. Whole Troy before him fled, and men and gods Opposed in vain. For the brave man, whose arm Repell'd his country's wrong, even he, the great Atrides, king of kings, even he prepares With his own royal hand the sumptuous feast. Full to the brim the brazen cauldrons smoke, Through all the busy camp the rising blaze Attests their joy ; heroes and kings forego Their state and pride, and at his elbow wait Obsequious. On a polish'd charger placed, The bulky chine, with plenteous fat inlaid, Of golden hue, magnificently shines. The choicest morsels sever' d to the gods, The hero next, well paid for all his wounds, The rich repast divides with Jove; from out The sparkling bowl he draws the generous wine, CANTO in HOBBINOL v. 29 48 Unmix'd, unmeasured ; with unstinted joy His heart o'erflows. In like triumphant port Sate the victorious Hobbinol; the crowd Transported view and bless their glorious chief: All Kiftsgate sounds his praise with joint acclaim. Him every voice, him every knee confess'd, In merit as in right their king. Upon The flowery turf, earth's painted lap, are spread The rural dainties ; such as nature boon Presents with lavish hand, or such as owe To Ganderetta's care their grateful taste, Delicious. For she long since prepared To celebrate this day, and with good cheer To grace his triumphs. Crystal gooseberries Are piled on heaps ; in vain the parent tree Defends her luscious fruit with pointed spears. The ruby -tinctured corinth clustering hangs, And emulates the grape ; green codlings float In dulcet creams ; nor wants the last year's store. The hardy nut, in solid mail secure, as CANTO m HOBBINOL v. 49 68 Impregnable to winter frosts, repays Its hoarder's care. The custard's gelid flood Impatient youth, with greedy joy, devours. Cheesecakes and pies, in various forms upraised, In well-built pyramids, aspiring stand. Black hams, and tongues, that speechless can persuade To ply the brisk carouse, and cheer the soul With jovial draughts. Nor does the jolly god Deny his precious gifts ; here jocund swains, In uncouth mirth delighted, sporting quaff Their native beverage ; in the brimming glass The liquid amber smiles. Britons, no more Dread your invading foes ; let the false Gaul, Of rule insatiate, potent to deceive, And great by subtile wiles, from the adverse shore Pour forth his numerous hosts ; Iberia ! join Thy towering fleets, once more aloft display Thy consecrated banners, fill thy sails With prayers and vows, most formidably strong In holy trumpery, let old Ocean groan CANTO HI HOBBINOL Y. 69 88 69 Beneath the proud Armada, vainly deem'd Invincible ; yet fruitless all their toils, Vain every rash effort, while our fat glebe, Of barley grain productive, still supplies The flowing treasure, and with sums immense Supports the throne ; while this rich cordial warms The farmer's courage, arms his stubborn soul With native honour, and resistless rage. Thus vaunt the crowd, each freeborn heart o'erflows With Britain's glory, and his country's love. Here, in a merry knot combined, the nymphs Pour out mellifluous streams, the balmy spoils Of the laborious bee. The modest maid But coyly sips, and blushing drinks, abash'd : Each lover, with observant eye beholds Her graceful shame, and at her glowing cheeks Rekindles all his fires ; but matrons sage, Better experienced, and instructed well In midnight mysteries, and feast-rites old, Grasp the capacious bowl ; nor cease to draw ro CANTO m HOBBINOL v. so ios The spumy nectar. Healths of gay import Fly merrily about : now Scandal sly Insinuating gilds the specious tale With treacherous praise, and with a double face Ambiguous wantonness demurely sneers, Till circling brimmers every veil withdraw, And dauntless impudence appears unmask'd. Others apart, in the cool shade retired, Silurian cyder quaff, by that great bard Ennobled, who first taught my groveling Muse To mount aerial. O ! could I but raise My feeble voice to his exalted strains, Or " to the height of this great argument," The generous liquid in each line should bounce Spiritous, nor oppressive cork subdue Its foaming rage ; but to the lofty theme Unequal, Muse decline the pleasing task. Thus they luxurious on the grassy turf RevelTd at large ; while nought around was heard But mirth confused, and undistinguish'd joy, CANTO in HOBBINOL v. 109128 71 And laughter far resounding ; serious care Found here no place, to Ganderetta's breast Retiring; there with hopes and fears perplex'd Her fluctuating mind. Hence the soft sigh Escapes unheeded, spite of all her art ; The trembling blushes on her lovely cheeks Alternate ebb and flow; from the full glass She flies abstemious, shuns the untasted feast: But careful Hobbinol, whose amorous eye From her's ne'er wander'd, haunting still the place Where his dear treasure lay, discovered soon Her secret woe, and bore a lover's part. Compassion melts his soul, her glowing cheeks He kiss'd, enamour'd, and her panting heart He press'd to his ; then, with these soothing words, Tenderly smiling, her faint hopes revived. " Courage, my Fair! the splendid prize is thine; Indulgent Fortune will not damp our joys, Nor blast the glories of this happy day. Hear me, ye swains ! ye men of Kiftsgate ! hear : 72 CANTO III HOBBINOL v. 129 148 Though great the honours by your hands conferred, These royal ornaments, though great the force Of this puissant arm, as all must own, Who saw this day the bold Gorgonius fall ; Yet were I more renown'd for feats of arms, And knightly prowess, than that mighty Guy, So famed in antique song, Warwick's great earl, Who slew the giant Colbrand, in fierce fight Maintain'd a summer's day, and freed this realm From Danish vassalage; his ponderous sword And massy spear attest the glorious deed ; Nor less his hospitable soul is seen In that capacious cauldron, whose large freight Might feast a province : yet were I like him The nation's pride, like him I could forego All earthly grandeur, wander through the world A jocund pilgrim, in the lonesome den, And rocky cave, with these my royal hands Scoop the cold streams, with herbs and roots content, Mean sustenance ! could I by this but gain CANTO in HOBBINOL v. 149 lea 73 For the dear Fair, the prize her heart desires. Believe me, charming maid ! I'd be a worm, The meanest insect, and the lowest thing The world despises, to enhance thy fame." So cheer'd he his fair queen, and she was cheer'd. Now with a noble confidence inspired, Her looks assure success, now stripp'd of all Her cumbrous vestments, beauty's vain disguise, She shines unclouded in her native charms. Her plaited hair behind her in a brede Hung careless, with becoming grace each blush Varied her cheeks, than the gay rising dawn More lovely, when the new-born light salutes The joyful earth, impurpling half the skies. Her heaving breast, through the thin cov'ring view'd, Fix'd each beholder's eye ; her taper thighs, And lineaments exact, would mock the skill Of Phidias ; Nature alone can form Such due proportion. To compare with her Oread, or Dryad, or of Delia's train, i 74 CANTO III HOBBINOL v. 169 188 Fair virgin huntress, for the chase array'd With painted quiver and unerring bow, Were but to lessen her superior mien, And goddess -like deport. The master's hand, Rare artisan ! with proper shades improves His lively colouring ; so here, to grace Her brighter charms, next her upon the plain Fusca the brown appears, with greedy eye Views the rich prize, her tawny front erects Audacious, and with her legs unclean, Booted with grime, and with her freckled skin Offends the crowd. She of the gipsy train Had wander'd long, and the sun's scorching rays Imbrown'd her visage grim ; artful to view The spreading palm, and with vile cant deceive The love -sick maid, who barters all her store For airy visions and fallacious hope. Gorgonius, if the current fame say true, Her comrade once, they many a merry prank Together play'd, and many a mile had stroll'd, CANTO in HOBBINOL v. 139207 75 For him fit mate. Next Tabitha the tall Strode o'er the plain, with huge gigantick pace, And overlook'd the crowd, known far and near For matchless speed ; she many a prize had won, Pride of that neighbouring mart, 1 for mustard famed, Sharp-biting grain, where amicably join The sister floods, and with their liquid arms Greeting embrace. Here Gamaliel sage, Of Cameronian brood, with ruling rod Trains up his babes of grace, instructed well In all the gainful discipline of prayer ; To point the holy leer, by just degrees To close the twinkling eye, to expand the palms, To expose the whites, and with the sightless ball To glare upon the crowd ; to raise or sink The docile voice, now murmuring soft and low With inward accent calm, and then again In foaming floods of rapturous eloquence Let loose the storm, and thunder through the nose Tewksbury in the vale of Eveshara, where the Avon runs into the Severn. 76 CANTO in HOBBINOL v. 208 227 The threatened vengeance : every muse profane Is banish'd hence, and Heliconian streams Deserted, the famed Leman lake supplies More plenteous draughts, of more divine import. Hail, happy youths ! on whom indulgent Heaven Each grace divine bestows, nor yet denies Carnal beatitudes, sweet privilege Of saints elect ! royal prerogative ! Here in domestick cares employed and bound To annual servitude, frail Tabitha, Her pristine vigour lost, now mourns in vain Her sharpen'd visage, and the sickly qualms That grieve her soul ; a prey to love, while grace Slept heedless by : yet her undaunted mind Still meditates the prize, and still she hopes, Beneath the unwieldy load, her wonted speed. Others of meaner fame the stately Muse Records not, on more lofty flights intent She spurns the ground, and mounts her native skies, Room for the master of the ring ; ye swains ! CANTO in HOBBINOL v. 228 247 77 Divide your crowded ranks. See ! there on high The glittering prize, on the tall standard borne, Waving in air ; before him march in files The rural minstrelsy, the rattling drum Of solemn sound, and the animating horn, Each huntsman's joy ; the tabour and the pipe, Companion dear at feasts, whose cheerful notes Give life and motion to the unwieldy clown. Even age revives ; and the pale puking maid Feels ruddy health rekindling on her cheeks, And with new vigour trips it o'er the plain. Counting each careful step, he paces o'er The allotted ground, and fixes at the goal His standard, there himself majestick swells. Stretch'd in a line, the panting rivals wait The expected signal, with impatient eyes Measure the space between, and in conceit Already grasp the warm -contested prize. Now all at once rush forward to the goal, And step by step, and side by side, they ply 78 CANTO III HOBBINOL v. 248 36r Their busy feet, and leave the crowd behind. Quick heaves each breast, and quick they shoot along Through the divided air, and bound it o'er the plain. To this, to that, capricious Fortune deals Short hopes, short fears, and momentary joy. The breathless throng, with open throats pursue, And broken accents shout imperfect praise. Such noise confused is heard, such wild uproar, When on the main the swelling surges rise, Dash o'er the rocks, and, hurrying through the flood, Drive on each other's backs, and crowd the strand. Before the rest tall Tabitha was seen, Stretching amain, and whirling o'er the field ; Swift as the shooting star that gilds the night With rapid transient blaze, she runs, she flies ; Sudden she stops, nor longer can endure The painful course, but drooping sinks away, And, like that falling meteor, there she lies A jelly cold on earth. Fusca with joy Beheld her wretched plight ; o'er the pale corse CANTO III HOBBINOL v. 268 287 79 Insulting bounds ; hope gave her wings, and now Exerting all her speed, step after step At Ganderetta's elbow urged her way, Her shoulder pressing, and with poisonous breath Tainting her ivory neck. Long while had held The sharp contest, had not propitious Heaven With partial hands to such transcendant charms Dispensed its favours. For as o'er the green The careless gipsy, with incautious speed, Push'd forward, and her rival Fair had reach'd With equal pace, and only not o'erpass'd ; Haply she treads, where late the merry train, In wasteful luxury and wanton joy, Lavish had spilt the cider's frothy flood, And mead with custard mix'd. Surprised, appall'd, And in the treacherous puddle struggling long, She slipp'd, she fell, upon her back supine Extended lay ; the laughing multitude With noisy scorn approved her just disgrace. As the sleek leveret skims before the pack, so CANTO in HOBBINOL v. sss 307 So flies the nymph, and so the crowd pursue. Borne on the wings of wind the dear one flies, Swift as the various goddess, nor less bright In beauty's prime ; when through the yielding air She darts along, and with refracted rays Paints the gay clouds, celestial messenger, Charged with the high behests of Heaven's great queen ! Her at the goal with open arms received Fond Hobbinol ; with active leap he seized The costly prize, and laid it at her feet. Then pausing stood, dumb with excess of joy, Expressive silence ! for each tender glance Betray'd the raptures that his tongue conceal'd. Less mute, the crowd in echoing shouts applaud Her speed, her beauty, his obsequious love. Upon a little eminence, whose top O'erlook'd the plain, a steep, but short ascent, Placed in a chair of state, with garlands crown'd, And loaded with the fragrance of the spring, Fair Ganderetta shone ; like mother Eve CANTO in HOBBINOL v. sos 327 si In her gay silvan lodge, delicious bower ! Where Nature's wanton hand, above the reach Of rule, or art, had lavish'd all her store, To deck the flowery roof; and at her side, Imperial Hobbinol, with front sublime, Great as a Roman consul just return'd From cities sack'd and provinces laid waste, In his paternal wicker sate enthroned ; With eager eyes the crowd about them press, Ambitious to behold the happy pair. Each voice, each instrument, proclaims their joy With loudest vehemence : such noise is heard, Such a tumultuous din, when, at the call Of Britain's sovereign, the rustick bands O'erspread the fields ; the subtile candidates Dissembled homage pay, and court the fools Whom they despise ; each proud majestick clown Looks big, and shouts amain, mad with the taste Of power supreme, frail empire of a day, That with the setting sun extinct is lost. K s CANTO in HOBBINOL v. 328347 Nor is thy grandeur, mighty Hobbiriol ! Of longer date. Short is, alas ! the reign Of mortal pride : we play our parts awhile, And strut upon the stage; the scene "is changed, And offers us a dungeon for a throne. Wretched vicissitude ! for after all His tinsel dreams of empire and renown, Fortune, capricious dame, withdraws at once The goodly prospect, to his eyes presents Her, whom his conscious soul abhorr'd and fear'd. Lo ! pushing through the crowd, a meagre form, With hasty step and visage incomposed, Wildly she stared ; rage sparkled in her eyes, And poverty sate shrinking on her cheeks, Yet through the cloud that hung upon her brows A faded lustre broke, that dimly shone Shorn of its beams ; the ruins of a face Impair'd by time and shatter d by misfortunes. A froward babe hung at her flabby breast, And tugg'd for life ; but wept, with hideous moan, CANTO III HOBBINOL v. 348 367 83 His frustrate hopes and unavailing pains ; Another o'er her bending shoulder peep'd, Swaddled around with rags of various hue. He kens his comrade -twin with envious eye, As of his share defrauded ; then amain He also screams, and to his brother's cries, In doleful concert joins his loud laments. O dire effect of lawless love ! O sting Of pleasures past ! As when a full- freight ship, Blest in a rich return of pearl, or gold, Or fragrant spice, or silks of costly die, Makes to the wish'd-for port with swelling sails, And all her gaudy trim display'd ; o'erjoy'd The master smiles ; but if from some small creek A lurking corsair the rich quarry spies, With all her sails bears down upon her prey, And peals of thunder from her hollow sides Check his triumphant course, aghast he stands, Stiffen'd with fear, unable to resist And impotent to fly ; all his fond hopes 84 CANTO III HOBBINOL v. 368 387 Are dash'd at once ; nought now, alas ! remains But the sad choice of slavery or death. So fared it with the hapless Hobbinol, In the full blaze of his triumphant joy Surprised by her, whose dreadful face alone Could shake his stedfast soul. In vain he turns, And shifts his -place averse ; she haunts him still, And glares upon him with her haggard eyes, That fiercely spoke her wrongs. Words swell'd with sighs At length burst forth, and thus she storms, enraged : " Know'st thou not me? false man! not to know me Argues thyself unknowing of thyself, PufFd up with pride, and bloated with success. Is injured Mopsa then so soon forgot? Thou knew'st me once, ah ! woe is me ! thou didst. But if laborious days, and sleepless nights, If hunger, cold, contempt, and penury, Inseparable guests, have thus disguised Thy once beloved, thy handmaid dear ; if thine And Fortune's frowns have blasted all my charms ; CANTO in HOBBINOL v. 388407 If here no roses grow, no lilies bloom, Nor rear their heads on this neglected face ; If through the world I range a slighted shade, The ghost of what I was, forlorn, unknown ; At least know these. See! this sweet- simpering babe, Dear image of thyself; see ! how it sprunts With joy at thy approach ! see, how it gilds Its soft smooth face, with false paternal smiles ! Native deceit, from thee, base man, derived ! Or view this other self, in every art Of smiling fraud, in every treacherous leer, The very Hobbinol ! ah ! cruel man ! Wicked, ingrate ! And couldst thou then so soon, So soon forget that pleasing fatal night, When me, beneath the flowery thorn surprised, Thy artful wiles betray'd? Was there a star, By which thou didst not swear? Was there a curse, A plague on earth, thou didst not then invoke On that devoted head ; if e'er thy heart Proved haggard to my love, if e'er thy hand 86 CANTO III HOBBINOL v. 408 427 Declined the nuptial bond ? But, oh ! too well, Too well, alas ! my throbbing breast perceived The black impending storm ; the conscious moon Veil'd in a sable cloud her modest face, And boding owls proclaim'd the dire event. And yet I love thee. Oh ! couldst thou behold That image dwelling in my heart ! But why ? Why waste I here these unavailing tears ? On this thy minion, on this tawdry thing, On this gay victim, thus with garlands crown'd, All, all my vengeance fall ! Ye lightnings blast That face accursed, the source of all my woe ! Arm, arm, ye Furies ! arm ; all hell break loose ! While thus I lead you to my just revenge, And thus" Up starts the astonish'd Hobbinol To save his better half: " Fly, fly," he cries, " Fly, my dear life, the fiend's malicious rage." Borne on the wings of fear away she bounds, And in the neighbouring village pants forlorn : So the coursed hare to the close covert flies, CANTO III HOBBINOL v. 428 439 87 Still trembling, though secure. Poor Hobbinol More grievous ills attend; around him press A multitude, with huge Herculean clubs, Terrifick band ! the royal mandate these Insulting show : arrested, and amazed, Half dead he stands ; no friends dare interpose, But bow dejected to the imperial scroll : Such is the force of law. While conscious shame Sits heavy on his brow, they view the wretch To Rhadamanth's august tribunal dragg'd : Good Rhadamanth ! to every wanton clown Severe, indulgent to himself alone. FIELD SPORTS. TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE. Hsec incondite solus Montibus, et sylvis, studio jactabat inani. VIRG. Eel. ii. FIRST PRINTED IN 1742. ADVERTISEMENT, 1 HE several acts of parliament in favour of Falconry are an evident proof of that high esteem our ancestors had conceived for this noble diversion. Our neighbours, France, Germany, and Italy, and all the rest of Europe, have seemed to vie with one another who should pay the greatest honours to the courageous falcon. Princes and states were her protectors, and men of the greatest genius, and most accomplished in all sorts of literature, with pleasure carried the hawk on their fists : but the princes of Asia, Turks, Tartars, Persians, Indians, &c. have greatly outdone us Europeans in the splendour and magnificence of their field parades, both as huntsmen and falconers: for though the descrip- tion of flying at the stag and other wild beasts, with eagles, may be thought a little incredible, yet permit me to assure the reader that it is no fiction, but a real fact. All the ancient books of falconry give us an account of it, and the relations of travellers confirm it: but what I think puts it out of all dispute, is the description the famous Monsieur de Thou has given us in his Latin poem, De Re ^.ccipitrarid, reprinted at Venice, in 1735, with an Italian translation and notes. Hoc studio Haemonii circumsonat aula tyranni, Tercentum illi equites, quoties venabula poscit, Tot pedites adsunt : longo nemus omne remugit L, 90 ADVERTISEMENT. Latrantum occursu, venatorumque repulsis Vocibus ; huic gemini, neque enim satis esse ferendo Unus tanto oneri possit, cedente petauro Circum aquilam gestant, aliam totidem inde ministri Impositam subeunt : quarum minor ilia volucri Ore canum voces fingit, nemora avia complens Terrore ingenti : latebris turn excita repente Infelix fera prorumpit : ruit altera demum Sublimis compar magno stridore per auras ; Involat inque oculos et provolat atque capaces Expandens per inane sinus caligine densa, Horribilique supervolitans ccelum obruit umbra. Nee minor interea obsistit : sublimis ut ilia, Haec humilis sic terga volans premit jt latus urget : Neve gradum referat retro, et vestigia vertat, Seu caprea aut cervus sese tulit obvius illis, Rostro atque ungue minax vetat, et cum compare vires Alternat socias, artemque remunerat arte. Nee mora, nee requies : furiis exterrita tantis Donee in insidias coeca convalle locatas Precipitet rabidis fera mox lanianda Molossis. I am very much obliged to those gentlemen who have read with favour my poem upon Hunting: their goodness has encouraged me to make this short supplement to the Chase, and in this poem to give them some account of all the more polite entertainments of the field. THE ARGUMENT. Introduction. Description of flying at the stag with eagles, after the manner of the Asiatick princes. Description of hern hawking. Of flying at the river. Partridge hawking. Daring the lark with an hobby just mentioned. Shooting flying. Setting. Angling. Conclusion. Once more, great Prince ! permit an humble bard Prostrate to pay his homage at your feet ; Then, like the morning lark from the low ground Towering aloft, sublime, to soar and sing ; Sing the heart- cheering pleasure of the fields, The choice delight of heroes and of kings. 93 v.7 FIELD SPORTS. v. 25 In earlier times monarchs of Eastern race, In their full blaze of pride, as story tells, Train'd up the imperial eagle, sacred bird ! Hooded, with jingling bells she perch'd on high ; Not as when erst on golden wings she led The Roman legions o'er the conquer' d globe, Mankind her quarry ; but a docile slave, Tamed to the lure, and careful to attend Her master's voice. Behold the man renown'd, Abbas the Great, (whom all his fawning slaves Deem'd king of kings, vain fools ! they sure forgot Greater Leonidas, and those fatal straits l Blood -stain'd, where slaughter'd Persians fell on heaps, A dreadful carnage !) see his numerous hosts Spread wide the plains, and in their front upborne Each on her perch, that bends beneath her weight, Two sister eagles, stately ponderous birds ! The air's a desert, and the feather'd race Fly to the neighbouring covert's dark retreats. * Straits of Thermopylae. See The Story of Xerxes, v.26 FIELD SPORTS v.45 93 The royal pair on wing, this whirls around In circles wide, or like the swallow skims The russet plain, and mimicks as she flies (By many a sleepless night instructed well) The hound's loud openings, or the spaniel's quest. What cannot wakeful industry subdue ! Meanwhile that mounts on high, and seems to view A black ascending cloud, when pierced the gloom Of vapours dank condensed, the sun's bright beams Pain not her sight : she with expanded sails Works through the ethereal fluid, then perhaps Sees through a break of clouds this self- poised orb Hard by her handmaid moon. She looks beneath Contemptuous, and beholds from far this earth, This molehill earth, and all its busy arts Labouring for life, which lasts so short a day, Just blazing and extinct. So thou, my soul ! That breath of life which all men must perceive, But none distinctly know, when once escaped From this poor helpless corse, and when on high 94 v.4G FIELD SPORTS v.es Borne on angelick wings, look down with scorn On this mean, lessening world, and knaves grown rich By chance, or fraud, or insolence of power. Now from her highest pitch, by quick degrees, With less ambition, nearer earth she tends, As yet scarce visible, and high in air, Poised on extended wings, with sharper ken Attentive marks whate'er is done below. Thus some wise general, from a rising ground, Observes the embattled foe, where serried ranks Forbid access, or where their order loose Invites the attack, and points the way to fate. All now is tumult; each heart swells with joy; The falconers shout, and the wide concave rings : Tremble the forests round ; the joyous cries Float through the vales ; and rocks and woods and hills Return the varied sounds. Forth bursts the stag, Nor trusts the mazes of his deep recess ; Fear hid him close, strange inconsistent guide ! Now hurries him aghast, with busy feet, T.66 FIELD SPORTS v.85 95 Far o'er the spacious plain : he pants to reach The mountain's brow, or with unsteady step To climb the craggy cliff; the greyhounds strain Behind to pinch his haunch, who scarce evades Their gaping jaws. One eagle, wheeling, flies In airy labyrinths, or with easier wing Skims by his side, and stuns his patient ear With hideous cries, then peals his forehead broad, Or at his eyes her fatal malice aims : The other, like the bolt of angry Heaven, Darts down at once, and fixes on his back Her griping talons, ploughing with her beak His pamper'd chine : the blood and sweat distill'd, From many a dripping furrow, stains the soil. Who pities not this fury -hunted wretch, Embarrass'd thus, on every side distress'd? Death will relieve him ; for the greyhounds fierce, Seizing their prey, soon drag him to the ground ; Groaning he falls ; with eyes that swim in tears He looks on man, chief author of his woe, 96 v.86 FIELD SPORTS v. 104 And weeps, and dies ! The grandees press around, To dip their sabres in his boiling blood : Unseemly joy ! 'tis barbarous to insult A fallen foe. The dogs, and birds of prey, Insatiate, on his reeking bowels feast, But the stern falconer claims the lion's share. Such are the sports of kings ; and better far Than royal robbery, and the bloody jaws Of all- devouring war ! Each animal, By natural instinct taught, spares his own kind ; But man, the tyrant man ! revels at large, Free-booter unrestrain'd, destroys at will The whole creation, men and beasts his prey; These for his pleasure, for his glory those. Next will I sing the valiant falcon's fame, Aerial fights, where no confederate brute Joins in the bloody fray, but bird with bird Justs in mid air. Lo ! at his siege, 2 the hern, Upon the bank of some small purling brook, The place where the hern takes his stand, watching his prey. v.io5 FIELD SPORTS v. 124 97 Observant stands to take his scaly prize, Himself another's game ; for mark, behind The wily falconer creeps ; his grazing horse Conceals the treacherous foe, and on his fist The unhooded falcon sits : with eager eyes She meditates her prey, and, in her wild Conceit, already plumes the dying bird. Up springs the hern, redoubling every stroke, Conscious of danger, stretches far away, With busy pennons and projected beak, Piercing the opponent clouds : the falcon swift Follows at speed, mounts as he mounts, for hope Gives vigour to her wings : another soon Strains after to support the bold attack ; Perhaps a third. As in some winding creek On proud Iberia's shore, the corsairs sly Lurk waiting to surprise a British sail, Full- freighted from Hetruria's friendly ports, Or rich Byzantium ; after her they scud, Dashing the spumy waves with equal oars, SB- v. 125 FIELD SPORTS v. u4 And spreading all their shrouds ; she makes the main, Inviting every gale, nor yet forgets To clear her deck, and tell the insulting foe, In peals of thunder, Britons cannot fear. So flies the hern pursued, but fighting flies. Warm grows the conflict ; every nerve's employ'd : Now through the yielding element they soar, Aspiring high, then sink at once, and rove In trackless mazes through the troubled sky. No rest ; no peace. The falcon hovering flies Balanced in air, and confidently bold Hangs o'er him like a cloud, then aims her blow Full at his destined head. The watchful hern Shoots from her like a blazing meteor swift That gilds the night, eludes her talons keen And pointed beak, and gains a length of way. Observe the attentive crowd ; all hearts are fix'd On this important war, and pleasing hope Glows in each breast. The vulgar and the great Equally happy now, with freedom share v. 145 FIELD SPORTS v. 164 The common joy : the shepherd-boy forgets His bleating care ; the labouring hind lets fall His grain unsown ; in transport lost, he robs The expecting furrow, and in wild amaze The gazing village point their eyes to Heaven. Where is the tongue can speak the falconer's cares, 'Twixt hopes and fears, as in a tempest toss'd? His fluttering heart, his varying cheeks confess His inward woe. Now, like a wearied stag, That stands at bay, the hern provokes their rage ; Close by his languid wing, in downy plumes, Covers his fatal beak, and cautious hides The well- dissembled fraud. The falcon darts Like lightning from above, and in her breast Receives the latent death ; down plumb she falls Bounding from earth, and with her trickling gore Defiles her gaudy plumage. See, alas ! The falconer in despair ; his favourite bird Dead at his feet, as of his dearest friend He weeps her fate ; he meditates revenge, M 99 ioo v. 165 FIELD SPORTS v. 179 He storms, he foams, he gives a loose to rage ; Nor wants he long the means : the hern fatigued, Borne down by numbers, yields, and prone on earth He drops ; his cruel foes, wheeling around, Insult at will. The vengeful falconer flies, Swift as an arrow shooting, to their aid, Then muttering inward curses, breaks his wings, And fixes in the ground his hated beak ; 3 Sees with malignant joy, the victors proud Smear'd with his blood, and on his marrow feast. 4 Unhappy bird ! our fathers' prime delight ! Who fenced thine eyry round with sacred laws ; 5 Nor mighty princes now disdain to wear Thy waving crest, the mark of high command, With gold, and pearl, and brilliant gems adorn'd. 6 This is done to prevent his hurting the hawk ; they generally also break their legs. 4 The reward of the hawk, made of the brains, marrow, and blood, which they call in Italian Soppa. 5 No man was permitted to shoot within 600 yards of the eyry, or nest of an hern, under great penalties. The hern's top worn at coronations here, and by the great men in Asia in their turbans. v. 180 FIELD SPORTS v. 199 101 Now, if the crystal stream delight thee more, Sportsman! lead on, where through the reedy bank The insinuating waters, filter'd, stray In many a winding maze. The wild -duck there Gluts on the fattening ooze, or steals the spawn Of teeming shoals, her more delicious feast. How do the sunbeams on the glassy plain Sport wanton, and amuse our wandering eyes With variously -reflected changing rays ! The murmuring stream salutes the flowery mead That glows with fragrance ; Nature all around Consents to bless. What sluggard now would sink In beds of down ? What miser would not leave His bags untold for this transporting scene ? Falconer, take care, oppose thy well-train'd steed, And slily stalk ; unhood thy falcon bold, Observe at feed the unsuspecting team Paddling with oary feet ; he's seen ; they fly. Now at full speed the falconer spurs away To assist his favourite hawk ; she from the rest 102 r.2oo FIELD SPORTS v. 219 Has singled out the mallard young and gay, Whose green and azure brightens in the sun. Swift as the wind that sweeps the desert plain, With feet, wings, beak, he cuts the liquid sky : Behoves him now both oar and sail ; for see The unequal foe gains on him as he flies. Long holds the aerial course ; they rise, they fall, Now skim in circling rings, then stretch away With all their force, till at one fatal stroke The vigorous hawk, exerting every nerve, Truss'd in mid air bears down her captive prey. Tis well on earth they fall ; for oft the duck Mistrusts her coward wings, and seeks again The kind protecting flood : if haply then The falcon rash aim a decisive blow, And spring to gripe her floating prey, at once She dives beneath, and near some osier's root Pops up her head secure ; then views her foe Just in the grasping of her fond desires, And in full pride of triumph whelm'd beneath r.220 FIELD SPORTS v. 239 103 The gliding stream. Ah ! where are now, proud bird ! Thy stately trappings, and thy silver bells, Thy glossy plumage, and thy silken crest? Say, tyrant of the skies ! wouldst thou not now Exchange with thy but late desponding foe Thy dreadful talons, and thy polish'd beak, For her web -feet despised? How happy they Who, when gay pleasure courts, and fortune smiles, Fear the reverse, with caution tread those paths Where roses grow, but wily vipers creep ! These are expensive joys, fit for the great, Of large domains possessed : enough for me To boast the gentle spar- hawk on my fist, Or fly the partridge from the bristly field, Retrieve the covey with my busy train, Or with my soaring hobby dare the lark. But if the shady woods my cares employ In quest of feather d game, my spaniels beat Puzzling the entangled copse, and from the brake Push forth the whirring pheasant ; high in air 104 r.240 FIELD SPORTS v.259 He waves his varied plumes, stretching away With hasty wing. Soon from the uplifted tube . The mimick thunder bursts, the leaden death O'ertakes him, and with many a giddy whirl To earth he falls, and at my feet expires. When autumn smiles, all beauteous in decay, And paints each chequer'd grove with various hues, My setter ranges in the new- shorn fields, His nose in air erect ; from ridge to ridge Panting he bounds, his quartered ground divides In equal intervals, nor careless leaves One inch untried. At length the tainted gales His nostrils wide inhale ; quick joy elates His beating heart, which, awed by discipline Severe, he dares not own, but cautious creeps Low-cowering, step by step ; at last attains His proper distance ; there he stops at once, And points with his instructive nose upon The trembling prey. On wings of wind upborne The floating net unfolded flies, then drops, v.26o FIELD SPORTS v.279 105 And the poor fluttering captives rise in vain. Or haply on some river's cooling bank, Patiently musing, all intent I stand To hook the scaly glutton. See ! down sinks My cork, that faithful monitor ; his weight My taper angle bends ; surprised, amazed, He glitters in the sun, and struggling, pants For liberty, till in the purer air He breathes no more. Such are our pleasing cares And sweet amusements ; such each busy drudge Envious must wish, and all the wise enjoy. Thus, most illustrious Prince ! have I presumed, In my obscure sojourn, to sing at ease Rural delights, the joy and sweet repast Of every noble mind ; and now, perchance, Untimely sing, since from yon neighbouring shore The grumbling thunder rolls, calm Peace alarm'd Starts from her couch, and the rude din of war Sounds harsh in every ear. But, righteous Heaven! Britain deserted, friendless and alone, 106 v.280 FIELD SPORTS Will not as yet despair : shine but in arms, O Prince ! beloved by all ; patron profess'd Of liberty ! with every virtue crown'd ! Millions shall crowd her strand, arid her white cliffs, As Teneriffe or Adas firm, defy The break of seas, and malice of her foes, Nor the proud Gaul prevail where Caesar fail'd. THE BOWLING GREEN. 108 T. ii THE BOWLING GREEN v.so With curious eye then the press'd turf he views, o And every rising prominence subdues. Now when each craving stomach was well stored, And church and king had travell'd round the board, Hither at Fortune's shrine to pay their court With eager hopes the motley tribe resort ; Attornies spruce, in their plate -button'd frocks, And rosy parsons, fat and orthodox : Of every sect, whigs, papists, and highflyers, Cornuted aldermen and hen-peck'd squires ; Fox -hunters, quacks, scribblers in verse and prose, And half- pay captains, and half-witted beaus ; On the green cirque the ready racers stand, Disposed in pairs, and tempt the bowler's hand ; Eeach polish'd sphere does his round brother own, The twins distinguish'd by their marks are known. As the strong rein guides the well- managed horse, Here weighty lead infused directs their course : These in the ready road drive on with speed, But those in crooked paths more artfully succeed, v.3i THE BOWLING GREEN v 49 109 So the tall ship that makes some dangerous bay, With a side wind obliquely slopes her way. Lo ! there the silver tumbler fix'd on high, The victor's prize inviting every eye ! The champions or consent or chance divide, While each man thinks his own the surer side, And the jack leads, the skilful bowler's guide. Bendo stripp'd first : from foreign coasts he brought A chaos of receipts, and anarchy of thought ; ' Where the tumultuous whims to faction prone, Still justled monarch Reason from her throne : More dangerous than the porcupine's his quill, Inured to slaughter, and secure to kill. Let loose, just Heaven ! each virulent disease, But save us from such murderers as these. Might Bendo live but half a patriarch's age, The unpeopled world would sink beneath his rage ; Nor need to appease the just Creator's ire A second deluge or consuming fire. N no v.so THE BOWLING GREEN v. 69 He winks one eye, and knits his brow severe, Then from his hand launches the flying sphere ; Out of the green the guiltless w r ood he hurl'd, Swift as his patients from this nether world ; Then grinn'd malignant, but the jocund crowd Deride his senseless rage, and shout aloud. Next, Zadock, 'tis thy turn, imperious priest! Still late at church, but early at a feast, No turkey-cock appears with better grace, His garments black, vermilion paints his face : His wattles hang upon his stiffen'd band, His platter feet upon the trigger stand, He grasps the bowl in his rough brawny hand : Then squatting down, with his grey goggle -eyes He takes his aim, and at the mark it flies ; Zadock pursues, and wabbles o'er the plain, But shakes his strutting paunch, and ambles on in vain ; For, oh! wide-erring to the left it glides, The inmate lead the lighter wood misguides. He, sharp reproofs with kind entreaties joins, T.ro THE BOWLING GREEN v. 89 111 Then on the counter side with pain reclines, As if he meant to regulate its course, By power attractive and magnetick force ; Now almost in despair, he raves, he storms, Writhes his unwieldy trunk in various forms. Unhappy Proteus ! still in vain he tries A thousand shapes, the bowl erroneous flies, Deaf to his prayers, regardless of his cries : His puffing cheeks with rising rage inflame, And all his sparkling rubies glow with shame. Bendo's proud heart, proof against Fortune's frown, Resolves once more to make the prize his own : Cautious he plods, surveying all the green, And measures with his eye the space between: But as on him 'twas a peculiar curse To fall from one extreme into a worse, Conscious of too much vigour, now, for fear He should exceed, at hand he checks the sphere. Soon as he found its languid force decay, And the too weak impression die away, 112 v. 90 THE BOWLING GREEN v. 109 Quick after it he scuds, urges behind, Step after step, and now, with anxious mind, Hangs o'er the bowl, slow -creeping on the plain, And chides its faint efforts, and bawls amain : Then on the guiltless green the blame to lay, Curses the mountains that obstruct his way ; Brazens it out with an audacious face, His insolence improving by disgrace. Zadock, who now with three black mugs had cheer'd His drooping heart, and his sunk spirits rear'd, Advances to the trigg with solemn pace, And ruddy hope sits blooming on his face. The bowl he poised, with pain his hams he bends, On well chose ground unto the mark it tends : Each adverse heart pants with unusual fear, With joy he follows the propitious sphere : Alas ! how frail is every mortal scheme ! We build on sand, our happiness a dream ! Bendo's short bowl stops the proud victor's course, Purloins his fame, and deadens all its force. v. no THE BOWLING GREEN v. 129 113 At Bendo, from each corner of his eyes, He darts malignant rays, then muttering flies Into the bower ; there, panting and half dead, In thick mundungus clouds he hides his head. Muse ! raise thy voice : to win the glorious prize, Bid all the fury of the battle rise. These but the light-arm'd champions of the field, See Griper there ! a veteran well skill'd : This able pilot knows to steer a cause Through all the rocks and shallows of the laws ; Or, if 'tis wreck'd, his trembling client saves On the next plank, and disappoints the waves. In this, at least, all histories agree, That though he lost his cause he saved his fee. When the fat client looks in jovial plight, How complaisant the man ! each point how right ! But if the abandon'd orphan puts his case, And poverty sits shrinking on his face, How like a cur he snarls ! when at the door For broken scraps he quarrels with the poor. 114 r. 130 THE BOWLING GREEN v. 149 The farmer's oracle, when rent- day's near, And landlords, by forbearance, are severe ; When huntsmen trespass, or his neighbour's swine, Or tatter'd Crape extorts by right divine. Him all the rich their contributions pay, Him all the poor with aching hearts obey He in his swanskin doublet struts along, Now begs, and now rebukes, the pressing throng, A passage clear'd, he takes his aim with care, And gently from his hand lets loose the sphere : Smooth as a swallow o'er the plain it flies, While he pursues its track with eager eyes ; Its hopeful course approved, he shouts aloud, Claps both his hands, and justles through the crowd. Hovering awhile, soon at the mark it stood, Hung o'er inclined, and fondly kiss'd the wood ; Loud is the applause of every betting friend, And peals of clamorous joy the concave rend. But in each hostile face a dismal gloom Appears, the sad presage of loss to come, v. 150 THE BOWLING GREEN v. 169 us 'Mong these Trebellius, with a mournful air Of livid hue, just dying with despair, Shuffles about, screws his chop -fallen face, And no whipp'd gig so often shifts his place ; Then gives his sage advice with wondrous skill, Which no man ever heeds, or ever will : Yet he persists, instructing to confound, And with his cane points out the dubious ground. Strong Nimrod now, fresh as the rising dawn, Appears ; his sinewy limbs and solid brawn The gazing crowd admires. He nor in courts Delights, nor pompous balls, but rural sports Are his soul's joy. At the horn's brisk alarms He shakes the unwilling Phillis from his arms ; Mounts with the sun, begins his bold career, To chase the wily fox or rambling deer. So Hercules, by Juno's dread command, From savage beasts and monsters freed the land. Hark ! from the covert of yon gloomy brake Harmonious thunder rolls, the forests shake ; 116 v. iro THE BOWLING GREEN v. 189 Men, boys, and dogs, impatient for the chase, Tumultuous transports flush in every face ; With ears erect the courser paws the ground, Hills, vales, and hollow rocks, with cheering cries resound ; Drive down the precipice (brave youths!) with speed, Bound o'er the river banks, and smoke along the mead. But whither would the devious Muse pursue The pleasing theme, and my past joys renew? Another labour now demands thy song. Stretch'd in two ranks, behold the expecting throng As Nimrod poised the sphere : his arms he drew Back like an arrow in the Parthian yew, Then launch'd the whirling globe, and full as swift it flew : Bowls dash'd on bowls confounded all the plain; Safe stood the foe, well cover'd by his train. Assaulted tyrants thus their guard defends, Escaping by the ruin of their friends. But now he stands exposed, their order broke, And seems to dread the next decisive stroke. So at some bloody siege, the ponderous ball v. 190 THE BOWLING GREEN v.so9 117 Batters with ceaseless rage the crumbling wall, (A breach once made) soon galls the naked town, Riots in blood, and heaps on heaps are thrown. Each avenue thus clear'd, with aching heart Griper beheld, exerting all his art ; Once more resolves to check his furious foe, Block up the passage, and elude the blow. With cautious hand, and with less force, he threw The well-poised sphere, that gently circling flew, But stopping short, cover'd the mark from view. So little Teucer on the well- fought field Securely skulk'd behind his brother's shield. Nimrod, in dangers bold, whose heart elate Nor courted Fortune's smiles nor fear'd her hate, Perplex'd, but not discouraged, walk'd around, With curious eye examined all the ground ; Not the least opening in the front was found. Sideway he leans, declining to the right, And marks his way, and moderates his might. Smooth -gliding o'er the plain the obedient sphere 118 v.2io THE BOWLING GREEN v.sso Held on its dubious road, while hope and fear Alternate ebb'd and flow'd in every breast : Now rolling nearer to the mark it press'd ; Then changed its course, by the strong bias reiii'd, And on the foe discharged the force that yet remained Smart was the stroke, away the rival fled, The bold intruder triurnph'd in his stead. 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