When rushing from yon rustling spray, I rouse me up, and on I rove, 'Tis more than time to leave the grove. Whose willow walls, and furzy brow, Through spreading beds of blooming green, And makes them ever green and young. Here he puffs upon his spade, And leaves a wither'd hand and face. * Up Grongar hill I labour now, And catch at last his bushy brow. Where am I, Nature? I descry Temples!-and towns!-and towers!-and woods! See, below, the pleasant dome, * A hill in South Wales. Keep, ye gods, this humble seat, An old green tower, whose batter'd brow Look upon that flowery plain, He spends his empty hours at play, And there behold a bloomy mead, In blushes the descending sun Or dusky clouds to interpose. His weary oxen does unbind; And vocal mountains, as they low, The jocund shepherds piping come, But, oh! how bless'd would be the day, And not alone and solitary stray. * The name of a seat belonging to the Author's brother, TO MR. SAVAGE. SON OF THE LATE EARL RIVERS. SINK not, my friend, beneath misfortune's weight, Shame on the dull, who think the soul looks less, It is the mind's for ever bright attire, The mind's embroidery, that the wise admire! As few the vices of the wealthy see, So virtues are conceal'd by poverty. Earl Rivers: In that name how would'st thou shine? Thy verse, how sweet! thy fancy, how divine! Critics, and bards would, by their worth, be aw'd, But thou hast nought to please the vulgar eye, AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND IN TOWN. HAVE my friends in the town, in the gay busy town No matter, no matter,-content in the shades- Till outrage arises, or misery needs Then mine be the deed, and the danger. Alas! what a folly, that wealth and domain Then glide on my moments, the few that I have, While gently the body descends to the grave, WILLIAM SHENSTONE, one of our most popular and pleasing poets, was born at Hales Owen in Shropshire, 1714. His father, a plain uneducated country gentleman, occupied his own farm; and finding his son discover a taste for learning, even in his infancy, did not check his predilection for books, though it is probable he saw little utility in such pursuits. Shenstone's "School Mistress," is a grateful and elegant delineation of the old dame, who first taught him to read. Such was the delight he took in books, that it is recorded, while yet a child he was constantly importuning his fond mother to bring him something new; and when she could not gratify his desires of a book, she placed a piece of wood painted book-fashion under his pillow in order to soothe him to sleep. Becoming an orphan before he reached his twelfth year, the care of his person and his property devolved on his grandfather and grandmother, and at last on Mr. Dolman of Brome, in Staffordshire, who after giving him a suitable classical education at Hales Owen, and afterwards at Solihul, entered him as a gentleman commoner of Pembroke College, Oxford. At the university, he pursued his studies with much diligence, associating chiefly with young men of a literary turn, and ranking among his particular friends, Mr. Jago and the late ingenious and excellent Mr. Graves of Claverton near Bath. In 1737, Shenstone published some poems, anonymously, and three years after, produced his "Judgment of Hercules," which was followed at intervals by various other compositions. Our poet, about this time, having a clear patrimonial estate of 300l. a year and upwards, then an important sum, visited London, Bath, and other public places, and enjoyed the liberal pleasures of an elegant mind. But his friend, Mr. Dolman, dying in 1745, the care of his estate fell on himself; and |