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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.005 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. V. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 67-69. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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Written near BATH . 1755. — Quae tu deserta et inhospita tesqua Dicis , amoena vocat mecum qui sentit . HOR. By the Same . I. EACH saucy cit , who strolls from town , With scorn surveys my gothic cell , Or wond'ring asks , what sordid clown In this drear solitude can dwell . II . These mould'ring walls , with ivy crown'd , That charm me with their solemn scene , These flow'rs that bloom spontaneous round , Provoke his mirth , or raise his spleen . III . Inur'd to smoke , throughout the year Yon verdant meads unmov'd he sees — Those hills unsightly rocks appear — You sacred groves , mere heaps of trees . — IV . The lucid fount , that murmuring falls , Then thro' my shrubs meand'ring steals , An useful stream the insipid calls , — But no poetic rapture feels . V. Hither from noisy crowds I fly ; Here dwells soft ease , and peace of mind ; — Yet think not Fancy's curious eye , To these deep solitudes confin'd . VI . Whene'er at morn or eve I rove , Where yonder cliffs with pines are crown'd , More splendid scenes my rapture move ; How charm'd I range th' horizon round . VII . There Allen's stately columns rise , And glittering from the circling wood , With constant beauty feed my eyes , As he the poor with constant food . VIII . Each pompous work , proud Bath ! I share That decks thy hills . — Well-pleas'd I see Thy rising cirque eclipse thy square , And Pitt and Stanhope build for me . IX . Here Bathurst's high aërial seat , There Seymour's lofty groves are seen ; And Riggs's elegant retreat Adorns the variegated scene . X. Would I fair Eden's bloom restore ! Lo ! Widcomb's cultivated vale , Where Flora paints her slopes for Moore , And all Arabia's sweets exhale . XI . Luxurious thus I freely rove , Nor at the sons of wealth repine ; Mere tenant of each hill and grove , Which sovereign Fancy renders mine . XII . Familiar grown by constant use , The stateliest dome its master cloys — Then grant him but these transient views , What you possess , the bard enjoys .