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And still the Few best loved and most revered Rise round the board their social smile endeared ?
Selected shelves shall claim thy studious hours;
Tho' my thatched bath no rich Mosaic knows,
apis Matinæ More modoque
Grata carpevtis thyma .-Hor. + Postea verò quàm Tyrannio mihi libros disposuit, mens addita videtur meis ædibus.-Cic.
Here Thetis, bending, with a mother's fears
Far from the joyless glare, the maddening strife,
Like those blest Youths, forgive the fabling page,
O come, and, rich in intellectual wealth,
No tuneful echoes, ambushed at my gate,
When Christmas revels in a world of snow, And bids her berries blush, her carols flow; His spangling shower when Frost the wizard flings; Or, borne in ether blue, on viewless wings, O'er the white pane his silvery foliage weaves, And gems with icicles the sheltering eaves; -Thy muffled friend his nectarine-wall pursues, What time the sun the yellow crocus woos, Screened from the arrowy North; and duly hies To meet the morning-rumour as it flies; To range the murmuring market-place, and view The motley groups that faithful TENIERS drew.*
When Spring bursts forth in blossoms thro' the vale, And her wild music triumphs on the gale, Oft with my book I muse from stile to stile; t Oft in my porch the listless noon beguile, Framing loose numbers, till declining day Thro' the green trellis shoots a crimson ray; Till the West-wind leads on the twilight hours, And shakes the fragrant bells of closing flowers.
• Fallacem circum, vespertinnmque pererro
+ Tantôt, un livre en main, errant dans les préries , ,-BOILEAU.
Nor boast, O Choisy, seat of soft delight, The secret charm of thy voluptuous night. Vain is the blaze of wealth, the pomp of power! Lo, here, attendant on the shadowy hour, Thy closet-supper, served by hands unseen, Sheds, like an evening-star, its ray serene, To hail our coming. Not a step profane Dares, with rude sound, the cheerful rite restrain; And, while the frugal banquet glows revealed, Pure and unbought*—the natives of my field; While blushing fruits thro' scattered leaves invite, Still clad in bloom, and veiled in azure light;With wine, as rich in years as HORACE sings, With water, clear as his own fountain flings, The shifting side-board plays its humbler part, Beyond the triumphs of a Loriot's art.
Thus, in this calm recess, so richly fraught With mental light, and luxury of thought, My life steals on; (0 could it blend with thine !) Careless my course, yet not without design. So thro' the vales of Loire the bee-hives glide, The light raft dropping with the silent tide ;
* Dapes inemtas,