EVENING, A PASTORAL. TO HENRY GRIMSTON, ESQ. OF YORKSHIRE. George Monck Berkeley Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T142950 K111746.000 Berkeley, George Monck, 1763-1793. Poems: by the late George-Monck Berkeley, Esq. ... With a preface by the editor, consisting of some anecdotes of Mr. Monck Berkeley and several of his friends. London printed by J. Nichols; and sold by Messrs. Leigh and Sotheby; Mr. Edwards; Mr. Cooke, Oxford; Mr. Todd, York; Messrs. Simmons and Co.; Messrs. Flackton, Marrable, and Claris; and Mr. Bristow, Canterbury 1797 pp. 21-25. viii,DCXXXII,212p.,plate: port.; 4⁰.

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EVENING , A PASTORAL . TO HENRY GRIMSTON The chosen , the best beloved friend of Mr. B.'s youth ; his amiable unwearied friend to his latest hour . This excellent young gentleman devoted nearly two years , about the close of Mr. B.'s life , in accompanying him to Bath , to the sea , &c. and spent a whole winter with him at Dr. Berkeley's in Berkshire . Mr. G. mourned at Mr. B.'s death as for a brother , as did several other gentlemen of his intimate friends . , ESQ . OF YORKSHIRE . PHOEBUS now with fainter fire Gilds the hamlet's pointed spire ; Dews descending bless the soil , Eve suspends the peasant's toil ; O'er the panzy-chequer'd plains Whistling tread the jocund swains ; Marking now with glist'ning eyes Smoak ascending from the skies , Token of the housewife's care , Earnest of their simple fare . Pleas'd the toils of day are o'er , Rich without the miser's store ; Blest with love and rosy health , Anxious for no other wealth . Careless of the coming day , Each pursues his homeward way . In no borrow'd charms array'd Mark the lovely Milking-maid , Poising well the foaming pail , Trip along the pasture dale ; To direct her True-love's way Loud she tunes her chearful lay ; He , descending from the hill , Meets her by the clacking mill . Homeward as they drive the cows . He repeats his artless vows : As the church they loit'ring pass Rosy blushes tinge the lass ; If the theme the swain pursues , Soon the priest shall have his dues . Rustling from the noisy school , Heedless of the ferril's rule , Heirs to Nature's purest joys , Mark the happy village boys , ( Foes declar'd to rest and peace , ) O'er the green pursue the geese ; Summon'd by their cackling cries To the spot the housewife hies ; Arm'd with distaff , 'stead of steel , Soon the foe her distaff feel : Quickly scar'd , the truants fly : Homewards now in haste they hie . Guardians of the village wealth , Foes declar'd to fraud and stealth , Tenants of the chearful hearth , Frequent cause of harmless mirth , Welcome to their master's board , Partners of his scanty hoard . See before the wicket gate , Curs parade in mimic state , Heedless of the proffer'd bone , Eager still to guard their own , Each his faithful service pays , And with threat'ning aspect bays . Waken'd by the various note , Echo quits her cave remote , Wandering o'er the dewy plain , Warbles still the varied strain . Mark the village murmurs cease , Night appears with balmy peace . Each extend their silent reign O'er the peaceful village plain ; Lovelorn maidens dream of bliss , Sleeping yield the balmy kiss ; Coy , no more with rapture crown Those on whom they us'd to frown . Prudence , leagu'd with subtle art , Sways no more the yielding heart . Fancy now , with visions bless'd , Crown's the cotter's peaceful rest .