The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop ... To Which are Prefixed, Memoirs of the Life of the Author By the Rev. Thomas Clare |
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 | The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop |  |
245
LANDSCAPE PAINTING.
Come, Fancy! come! and bring with thee
The cottage Nymph Simplicity!
And as thou try'st thy pencil bold,
Let her, Decorum's compass hold!
While in one piece correctly sweet,
Expression and Propriety meet.
The cottage Nymph Simplicity!
And as thou try'st thy pencil bold,
Let her, Decorum's compass hold!
While in one piece correctly sweet,
Expression and Propriety meet.
But what one piece, ye friendly Pair,
Your union's joint effect shall share?
For me, if ye vouchsafe your skill,
The canvas let a Landscape fill.
Your union's joint effect shall share?
For me, if ye vouchsafe your skill,
The canvas let a Landscape fill.
Let Nature in the foremost ground
Disperse her varied scenery round:
Rear, gently bending to the breeze,
In casual group her loftier trees;
Whose crossing trunks bedim the glade,
Spontaneous arch of needful shade;
While from their outward foliage, gleam
The fleet tints of day's passing beam.
Disperse her varied scenery round:
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In casual group her loftier trees;
Whose crossing trunks bedim the glade,
Spontaneous arch of needful shade;
While from their outward foliage, gleam
The fleet tints of day's passing beam.
Let next in order due succeed
The mingled hues of vale and mead;
The road in devious windings wrought;
Now lost, and now at distance caught;
Whose broken track directs us still
To some brisk streamlet's glassy rill;
Whence lessening in progressive guise,
Long levels stretch, abrupt rocks rise;
'Till Light's last line the view compleat;
And woods, skies, plains, and mountains meet.
The mingled hues of vale and mead;
The road in devious windings wrought;
Now lost, and now at distance caught;
Whose broken track directs us still
To some brisk streamlet's glassy rill;
Whence lessening in progressive guise,
Long levels stretch, abrupt rocks rise;
'Till Light's last line the view compleat;
And woods, skies, plains, and mountains meet.
Let, full to sight, a thatch-clad dome
Give humble Honesty an home;
At whose low door, with house-wife zeal,
Unconscious beauty twirls her wheel;
Whose chimney, peeping o'er the roof,
Speaks economic welcome's proof;
While unsuspecting innocence
Finds in each bush a native fence.
Give humble Honesty an home;
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Unconscious beauty twirls her wheel;
Whose chimney, peeping o'er the roof,
Speaks economic welcome's proof;
While unsuspecting innocence
Finds in each bush a native fence.
Let Plenty, not for shew but use,
Her numerous family introduce;
Her larger kine on slope, or dale,
That drag the plow, or fill the pail;
Her flocks, from off whose fleecy side
Comes English traffic's staple pride;
And (all of feather'd finery vain)
Her barn-door plump domestic train.
Her numerous family introduce;
Her larger kine on slope, or dale,
That drag the plow, or fill the pail;
Her flocks, from off whose fleecy side
Comes English traffic's staple pride;
And (all of feather'd finery vain)
Her barn-door plump domestic train.
Let Labour frank, of patient glee,
Drive the stout team along the lea;
With Hope still scattering in his rear
The seedling earnest of the year;
Or tinging, gradual, as they grow,
The lavish stores of Autumn's glow.
Drive the stout team along the lea;
With Hope still scattering in his rear
The seedling earnest of the year;
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The lavish stores of Autumn's glow.
Let, o'er the hospitable jug,
In mutual relaxation snug,
On some rude beam's extempore seat,
The fathers of the village meet;
Discussing, amicably warm,
The politics of the field and farm.
In mutual relaxation snug,
On some rude beam's extempore seat,
The fathers of the village meet;
Discussing, amicably warm,
The politics of the field and farm.
Nor be the distant church forgot,
Whose rustic spire o'er-looks the spot:
Prompting idea to suppose
What festive sanctity it shows,
When unaffected piety pays
The tribute of appropriate praise:
Or, at the antique altar's side,
A faithful youth, and artless bride,
Their spousal troth alternate plight,
And seal love's vows with wedlock's rite.
Whose rustic spire o'er-looks the spot:
Prompting idea to suppose
What festive sanctity it shows,
When unaffected piety pays
The tribute of appropriate praise:
Or, at the antique altar's side,
A faithful youth, and artless bride,
Their spousal troth alternate plight,
And seal love's vows with wedlock's rite.
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Here, Fancy, lay the pencil by:—
—And thou, whoe'er thou art, whose eye
O'er pictur'd life delighted strays;
If aught thou hop'st in future days
To realize a scene like this,
—Make previous Virtue earn the bliss.—
—And thou, whoe'er thou art, whose eye
O'er pictur'd life delighted strays;
If aught thou hop'st in future days
To realize a scene like this,
—Make previous Virtue earn the bliss.—
| The Poetical Works of The Rev. Samuel Bishop | |