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The vast Parterres a thousand hands shall make,
Lo! Bridgman comes, and floats them with a Lake:
Or cut wide Views thro' Mountains to the Plain,
You'll wish your Hill, and shelter'd Seat, again.
Lo! Bridgman comes, and floats them with a Lake:
Or cut wide Views thro' Mountains to the Plain,
You'll wish your Hill, and shelter'd Seat, again.
Behold Villario's ten-years Toil compleat,
His Quincunx darkens, his Espaliers meet,
The Wood supports the Plain; the Parts unite,
And strength of Shade contends with strength of Light;
His bloomy Beds a waving Glow display,
Blushing in bright Diversities of Day,
With silver-quiv'ring Rills mæander'd o'er—
—Enjoy them, you! Villario can no more;
Tir'd of the Scene Parterres and Fountains yield,
He finds at last he better likes a Field.
His Quincunx darkens, his Espaliers meet,
The Wood supports the Plain; the Parts unite,
And strength of Shade contends with strength of Light;
His bloomy Beds a waving Glow display,
Blushing in bright Diversities of Day,
With silver-quiv'ring Rills mæander'd o'er—
—Enjoy them, you! Villario can no more;
Tir'd of the Scene Parterres and Fountains yield,
He finds at last he better likes a Field.
Thro' his young Woods how pleas'd Sabinus stray'd,
Or sate delighted in the thick'ning Shade,
With annual Joy the red'ning Shoots to greet,
And see the stretching Branches long to meet!
His Son's fine Taste an op'ner Vista loves,
Foe to the Dryads of his Father's Groves,
Or sate delighted in the thick'ning Shade,
With annual Joy the red'ning Shoots to greet,
And see the stretching Branches long to meet!
His Son's fine Taste an op'ner Vista loves,
Foe to the Dryads of his Father's Groves,
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