JOHN DYER (1700-1758) GRONGAR HILL Silent nymph1 with curious eye, Now while Phoebus, riding high, Sat upon a flow'ry bed, With my hand beneath my head, 25 From house to house, from hill to hill, Till Contemplation had her fill. About his chequer'd sides I wind, And leave his brooks and meads behind, And groves and grottoes where I lay, 30 And vistoes2 shooting beams of day. Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal: The mountains round, unhappy fate! Sooner or later, of all height, 35 Withdraw their summits from the skies, Now I gain the mountain's brow, In all the hues of heaven's bow, 1 The muse of paint- 2 vistas; prospects On the yellow mountain-heads, 55 Gilds the fleeces of the flocks, And glitters on the broken rocks. The gloomy pine, the poplar blue, On which a dark hill, steep and high, 70 His sides are cloth'd with waving wood, 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode; 'Tis now th' apartment of the toad; And there the fox securely feeds, 80 And there the pois 'nous adder breeds, Conceal'd in ruins, moss, and weeds; While, ever and anon, there falls Huge heaps of hoary moulder'd walls. Yet Time has seen, that lifts the low, 85 And level lays the lofty brow, Has seen this broken pile compleat,2 90 A sunbeam in a winter's day, And see the rivers how they run 95 Sometimes swift and sometimes slow, A various journey to the deep, Ever charming, ever new, The pleasant seat, the ruin'd tow 'r, 1 110 The naked rock, the shady bow 'r; See on the mountain's southern side, 120 So little distant dangers seem; 125 Which, to those who journey near, 0 Content me with an humble shade, Be full, ye courts! be great who will; Seek her on the marble floor: And often, by the murm 'ring rill, Feeble, defenceless: lenient be thy care: But spread around thy tenderest diligence In flow'ry spring-time, when the newdropt lamb, Tottering with weakness by his mother's side, 405 Feels the fresh world about him; and each thorn, Hillock, or furrow, trips his feeble feet: Oh, guard his meek sweet innocence from all Th' innumerous ills, that rush around his life; Mark the quick kite, with beak and talons prone, 410 Circling the skies to snatch him from the plain; Observe the lurking crows; beware the brake, There the sly fox the careless minute waits; Nor trust thy neighbor's dog, nor earth, nor sky: Thy bosom to a thousand cares divide. 415 Eurus oft sings his hail; the tardy fields Pay not their promised food; and oft the dam O'er her weak twins with empty udder mourns, Or fails to guard, when the bold bird of prey Alights, and hops in many turns around, 420 And tires her also turning: to her aid Be nimble, and the weakest in thine arms His hungry bleating still with tepid milk: 425 In this soft office may thy children join, And charitable habits learn in sport: Nor yield him to himself, ere vernal airs Sprinkle thy little croft with daisy flowers: Nor yet forget him: life has rising ills: 430 Various as ether1 is the pastoral care: Through slow experience, by a patient breast, The whole long lesson gradual is at- By precept after precept, oft received sings 435 To the full vale near Soare's enamor'd brook, While all is silence: sweet Hincklean swain! 1 The substance supposed to fill the upper regions of space. JOHN DYER (1700-1758) GRONGAR HILL Silent nymph1 with curious eye, Charms the forest with her tale, Sat upon a flow'ry bed, With my hand beneath my head, 25 From house to house, from hill to hill, Till Contemplation had her fill. About his chequer'd sides I wind, And leave his brooks and meads behind, And groves and grottoes where I lay, 30 And vistoes2 shooting beams of day. Wide and wider spreads the vale, As circles on a smooth canal: The mountains round, unhappy fate! Sooner or later, of all height, 35 Withdraw their summits from the skies, And lessen as the others rise: Still the prospect wider spreads, Now I gain the mountain's brow, In all the hues of heaven's bow, 1 The muse of paint- 2 vistas; prospects On the yellow mountain-heads, 55 Gilds the fleeces of the flocks, And glitters on the broken rocks. Below me trees unnumber'd rise, On which a dark hill, steep and high, 70 His sides are cloth'd with waving wood, 'Tis now the raven's bleak abode; "Tis now th' apartment of the toad; And there the fox securely feeds, 80 And there the pois 'nous adder breeds, Conceal'd in ruins, moss, and weeds; While, ever and anon, there falls Huge heaps of hoary moulder'd walls. Yet Time has seen, that lifts the low, 85 And level lays the lofty brow, Has seen this broken pile compleat,2 90 A sunbeam in a winter's day, And see the rivers how they run 95 Sometimes swift and sometimes slow, A various journey to the deep, Ever charming, ever new, 110 The naked rock, the shady bow'r; See on the mountain's southern side, 115 Where the prospect opens wide, Where the ev'ning gilds the tide, How close and small the hedges lie! What streaks of meadows cross the eye! A step, methinks, may pass the stream, 120 So little distant dangers seem; So we mistake the Future's face, 125 Which, to those who journey near, Content me with an humble shade, Now, ev'n now, my joys run high, Be full, ye courts! be great who will; Seek her on the marble floor: And often, by the murm'ring rill, THE FLEECE 1757 From BooK I Ah, gentle shepherd, thine the lot to tend 400 of all, that feel distress, the most assail'd, 1 controls or calms by playing upon his pipe Feeble, defenceless: lenient be thy care: But spread around thy tenderest diligence In flow'ry spring-time, when the newdropt lamb, Tottering with weakness by his mother's side, 405 Feels the fresh world about him; and each thorn, Hillock, or furrow, trips his feeble feet: Oh, guard his meek sweet innocence from all Th' innumerous ills, that rush around his life; Mark the quick kite, with beak and talons prone, 410 Circling the skies to snatch him from the plain; Observe the lurking crows; beware the brake, There the sly fox the careless minute waits; Nor trust thy neighbor's dog, nor earth, nor sky: Thy bosom to a thousand cares divide. 415 Eurus oft sings his hail; the tardy fields Pay not their promised food; and oft the dam O'er her weak twins with empty udder mourns, Or fails to guard, when the bold bird of prey Alights, and hops in many turns around, 420 And tires her also turning: to her aid Be nimble, and the weakest in thine arms His hungry bleating still with tepid milk: 425 In this soft office may thy children join, And charitable habits learn in sport: Nor yield him to himself, ere vernal airs Sprinkle thy little croft with daisy flowers: Nor yet forget him: life has rising ills: 430 Various as ether1 is the pastoral care: Through slow experience, by a patient. breast, The whole long lesson gradual is at- By precept after precept, oft received sings 435 To the full vale near Soare's enamor'd brook, While all is silence: sweet Hincklean swain! 1 The substance supposed to fill the upper regions of space. |