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WINDSOR-FOREST.
These, were my breast inspir'd with equal flame,
Like them in beauty, should be like in fame.
Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,
Here earth and water seem to strive again;
Not Chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we see,
And where, tho all things differ, all agree.
Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display,
And part admit, and part exclude the day;
As some coy nymph her lover's warm address
Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress:
There, interspers'd in lawns and opening glades,
Thin trees arise that shun each others shades.
Here in full light the russet plains extend;
There wrapt in clouds the bluish hills ascend:
Like them in beauty, should be like in fame.
Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,
Here earth and water seem to strive again;
Not Chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we see,
And where, tho all things differ, all agree.
Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display,
And part admit, and part exclude the day;
As some coy nymph her lover's warm address
Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress:
There, interspers'd in lawns and opening glades,
Thin trees arise that shun each others shades.
Here in full light the russet plains extend;
There wrapt in clouds the bluish hills ascend:
Ev'n
