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While die cock with lively din
Scatters the rear of darkneis thin,
And to the Hack, or the barn-door,
ftruts his dames before :
POEMS. 187
Stoutly
Oft lift'ning how the hounds and horn
Cheerly roufe the flumb'ring morn,
From the tide of fome hoar hill,
Through the high wood echoing fhrill:
Some time walking not unfeen
By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green,
Right againfl the eaftern gate,
Where the great fun begins his ftate,
Rob'd in flames, and amber light,
The clouds in thoufand liveries dight,
While the plowman near at hand
Whiffles o'er the furrow'd land,
And the milkmaid fingeth blithe,
And the mower whets his fithe,
And every ihepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleafures
Whilft the landfcape round it meafures,
Ruffet lawns, and fallows gray,
Where the nibbling flocks do (tray,
Mountains on whofe barren breaft
The lab' ring clouds do often reft,
Meadows trim with daifies pied,
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.
Towers and battlements it fees
Bofom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps fome beauty lies,
The Cynofure of neighb'ring eyes.