The Works of Richard Owen Cambridge Including several pieces never before published: with an account of his life and character, by his son, George Owen Cambridge |
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TO LORD BATHURST.
IMITATION OF HORACE, Lib. 2. Ode 15.
ALREADY your extensive Down
O'er all the neighb'ring land has grown,
And laid whole Forests waste:
And now we see th' encroaching Lake
Almost as large a compass take:
And all to found a Taste.
O'er all the neighb'ring land has grown,
And laid whole Forests waste:
And now we see th' encroaching Lake
Almost as large a compass take:
And all to found a Taste.
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Misguided Emulation now
The fertile empire of the plough
To barren shew devotes;
Or vainly strives some marsh to drain,
To counterfeit thy wholesome plain,
Or richest meadow floats.
The fertile empire of the plough
To barren shew devotes;
Or vainly strives some marsh to drain,
To counterfeit thy wholesome plain,
Or richest meadow floats.
Now flow'rs dispos'd in various groupes,
Dislodge those honours of your soups,
The tasteful rich Legumes:
And, rais'd in mounts, or sunk in wells,
From artless tufts, or labour'd shells,
Dispense their strong perfumes.
Dislodge those honours of your soups,
The tasteful rich Legumes:
And, rais'd in mounts, or sunk in wells,
From artless tufts, or labour'd shells,
Dispense their strong perfumes.
How would your friend Sir Godfrey
fret!
And Pope, in plaintive strains, regret
The days of his Queen Anne?
Before you sunk the first Ha-ha;
And ruling all by Forest-Law,
This wasting Taste began.
And Pope, in plaintive strains, regret
The days of his Queen Anne?
Before you sunk the first Ha-ha;
And ruling all by Forest-Law,
This wasting Taste began.
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The Monarch, worthy Britain's crown,
Sought not in private fields renown:
And none by her example,
Did castles for their porter rear,
A Chinese pagode for their deer,
Or for their horse a temple.
Sought not in private fields renown:
And none by her example,
Did castles for their porter rear,
A Chinese pagode for their deer,
Or for their horse a temple.
The turf her humble subjects made
Their lowly seat, beneath the shade
Of beeches, oaks, or birches:
And to their pious Queen they gave
Whate'er their patriot thrift could save,
For building fifty churches.
Their lowly seat, beneath the shade
Of beeches, oaks, or birches:
And to their pious Queen they gave
Whate'er their patriot thrift could save,
For building fifty churches.
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