Original sonnets on various subjects; and odes paraphrased from Horace Part 19

[1]ON THE PLEASURES OF RURAL LIFE.

BOOK THE FIFTH, EPODE THE SECOND.

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Thrice happy he, whose life restores The pleasures pure of early times; That ne'er, with anxious heart, explores The rugged heights Ambition climbs; Exempt from all the din, the toil, the care, That Cities for their busy Sons prepare; Fatigue, beneath the name of pleasure, Contentious law, usurious treasure, A tedious mean attendance on the Great, And emulation vain of all their pomp and state.

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Not his sound and balmy sleep The trumpet's martial warning breaks; Nor the loud billows of the angry Deep, When thro' the straining cords the Tempest shrieks; But the Morning's choral lay, Chanted wild from every spray.

Swift at the summons flies the wilder'd dream, And up he springs alert, to meet the orient beam.

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The vine-clad hill he lightly scales, Where [2]tall the frequent poplars rise, From branch to branch a.s.siduous trails The pendent cl.u.s.ters rich supplies; And cautious prunes the weak, the useless shoot, Engrafting healthier boughs, that promise fruit.-- Then his arms serenely folding, And the smiling scene beholding, Marks, as the fertile valley winds away, His Flocks and lowing Herds, in ample numbers stray.

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Then to the warm bank below, Yellow with the morning-ray, And sees his shelter'd hives in even row, And hears their hum mix with the linnet's lay.

Recent from the crystal springs Many a vessel pure he brings, In them, from all the waxen cells to drain The fragrant essence rich of flow'ry dale and plain.

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On the river's shady side White his gather'd flock appears, And, plung'd into the flas.h.i.+ng tide, Their curl'd and snowy fleece he shears; But when, 'mid laughing fields diffusive spread, Majestic Autumn rears her placid head, Wreath'd with wheaten garlands yellow, Bearing various fruitage mellow, How gladly from the trees, that loaded stand, Shakes he the ripen'd pears, engrafted by his hand.

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Or his swelling grapes, that vie With the fleece of Tyrian stain!

Such precious gifts his grateful cares supply To thee, Protector of his wide domain, Bounteous Sylva.n.u.s!--and to thee, The garden's watchful Deity; Beneath your favoring power he little cares Who wields the Lictor's rod, or who the fasces bears.

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In sultry noon's oppressive ray, Beneath the holme, of ample shade, His listless limbs he loves to lay On herbage, matted in the glade; Hears down the steeps the white rills das.h.i.+ng play, Till under the long gra.s.s they purl away; While, on wing of swift vibration, Murmuring range the honied nation, And the sweet stock-dove, the thick boughs among, His dewy slumber courts with her complaining song.

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Loud when wintry winds arise, And the feeble race appal, While o'er the earth, from dim and thicken'd skies, The flaky snows in white profusion fall, Then the sylvan chase he seeks;-- Lo! furious from the thicket breaks The gnas.h.i.+ng Boar!--Flies he, or stands at bay, Into the circling toils the staunch dogs drive the prey.

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When thro' the clear, and sparkling air, Fleet the pointed darts of frost, The filmy nets, now here, now there, For thievish birds, are lightly toss'd; Or, plac'd with silent heed, the wily snares, To lure the stranger-cranes, and timid hares.

Rich viands they, whose pleasing flavor Crown his board, reward his labor.

In those convivial hours the Heart forgets Its vain tumultuous hopes, and all its fond regrets.

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These the pleasures unalloy'd, That brighten oft the rural scene; But, if yet dearer joys supply the void, That, even there, will sometimes intervene When days are cold, and nights are long, And business goes a little wrong, Should an endearing faithful _Wife_ be seen, With the warm light of love she chases gloomy spleen.

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As the Sabine Matron chaste, Active as th' Apulian Wife, See she a.s.sumes, with cheerful haste, The pleasing cares of wedded life; Draws the clean vestment o'er the little limbs, And, when the tearful eye of pa.s.sion swims, With mild authority commanding, Repressing ill, and good expanding, Anxious she weeds the infant heart betimes, Ere ill propension thrive, and ripen into crimes.

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Dusky grows the winter-eve, In hurdled cotes the flocks are penn'd; Her vessels pure the frothing milk receive, As from swell'd udders its full streams descend.

Bright the crackling f.a.ggots blaze, While she strains the eager gaze, O'er the dim vale to see her Husband come, With tir'd, yet willing step, to his warm, happy home.

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Her beating heart, and gladden'd eyes Perceive him ope the wicker gate; And swift her busy hand supplies The flowing bowl, the steaming plate; Her sparkling wine from their own vintage press'd; From their own stores her grateful viand dress'd; Less welcome far the proud collation, Cull'd with painful preparation, When earth, and air, and seas, have been explor'd For those expensive meats, that pile the Consul's board.

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Not the sh.e.l.l-fish, pampering food!

Of Lucrine's azure lake the boast; Nor luscious product of the eastern flood, Driven by the stormy winds upon our coast; Nor costly birds, that hither rove Natives of Ionian grove, Can with more poignant zest his senses meet Than the love-kneaded cates of this unpurchas'd treat.

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[3]To his border's guardian Power When he spreads the vernal feast.

Then bleeds the kid, in lucky hour, From the hungry wolf releas'd[4]; Then round the primal lamb's sweet flesh is seen The crisp salubrious herbage of the green; And, from loaded boughs descending, Unctuous olives richly blending;-- These form the dainties of his festal day, When every heart expands, and every face is gay.

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Circled by a jocund train, With joy the new-shorn Flock he hears Come bleating homeward o'er the russet plain; While slow, with languid neck, the weary Steers Th' inverted ploughshare drag along, Mindless of the Shepherd's song; Then, round his smiling Household-G.o.ds, surveys A numerous, menial Group, the proof of prosperous days.

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'T was thus, amidst his ill-got wealth, The Roman Usurer justly thought, Resolv'd to purchase peace and health, And live, at length, as Nature taught; No more with subtle avarice to lend, Oppressive foe beneath the name of friend!

Now grasping views, for once, rejected, He on the [5]Ides his sums collected, But on the [6]Calends, lo! with anxious pain, On the same interest vast, he sends them forth again.

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