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A36597 The Annual miscellany, for the year 1694 being the fourth part of Miscellany poems : containing great variety of new translations and original copies / by the most eminent hands. Dryden, John, 1631-1700. 1694 (1694) Wing D2237; ESTC R22916 76,031 352

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as they go Nor Folds nor hospitable Harbour know Such an extent of Plains so vast a space Of Wilds unknown and of untasted Grass Allures their Eyes The Shepherd last appears And with him all his Patrimony bears His House and household Gods his trade of War His Bow and Quiver and his trusty Cur Thus under heavy Arms the Youth of Rome Their long laborious Marches overcome Chearly their tedious Travels undergo And pitch their sudden Camp before the Foe Not so the Scythian Shepherd tends his Fold Nor he who bears in Thrace the bitter cold Nor he who treads the bleak Meotian Strand Or where proud Ister rouls his yellow Sand. Early they stall their Flocks and Herds for there No Grass the Fields no Leaves the Forests wear The frozen Earth lies buried there below A hilly heap seven Cubits deep in Snow And all the Western Sons of stormy Boreas blow The Sun from far peeps with a sickly face Too weak the Clouds and mighty Fogs to chace When up the Skies he shoots his rosie Head Or in the ruddy Ocean seeks his Bed Swift Rivers are with sudden Ice constrain'd And studded Wheels are on its back sustain'd An Hostry now for Waggons which before Tall Ships of burthen on its Bosom bore The brazen Cauldrons with the Frost are flaw'd The Garment stiff with Ice at Hearths is thaw'd With Axes first they cleave the Wine and thence By weight the solid portions they dispence From Locks uncomb'd and from the frozen Beard Long Icicles depend and crackling sounds are heard Mean time perpetual Sleet and driving Snow Obscure the Skies and hang on Herds below The starving Cattle perish in their stalls Huge Oxen stand enclos'd in wintry walls Of Snow congeal'd whole Herds are bury'd there Of mighty Stags and scarce their Horns appear The dextrous Huntsman wounds not these afar With Shafts or Darts or makes a distant War With Dogs or pitches Toyls to stop their flight But close engages in unequal fight And while they strive in vain to make their way Through hills of Snow and pitifully bray Assaults with dint of Sword or pointed Spears And homeward on his back the joyful burthen bears The Men to subterranean Caves retire Secure from cold and crowd the chearful fire With Trunks of Elms and Oaks the Hearth they load Nor tempt th' inclemency of Heav'n abroad Their jovial Nights in frollicks and in play They pass to drive the tedious Hours away And their cold Stomachs with crown'd Goblets cheer Of windy Cyder and of barmy Beer Such are the cold Ryphaean Race and such The savage Scythian and unwarlick Dutch Where Skins of Beasts the rude Barbarians wear The spoils of Foxes and the furry Bear Is wool thy care Let not thy Cattle go Where Bushes are where Burs and Thistles grow Nor in too rank a pasture let 'em feed Then of the purest white select thy Breed Ev'n though a snowy Ram thou shalt behold Prefer him not in haste for Husband to thy Fold But search his Mouth and if a swarthy Tongue Is underneath his humid Pallat hung Reject him lest he darken all the Flock And substitute another from thy Stock ●Twas thus with Fleeces milky white if we May trust report Pan God of Arcady Did bribe thee Cynthia nor didst thou disdain When call'd in woody shades to cure a Lover's pain If Milk be thy design with plenteous hand Bring Clover-Grass and from the marshy Land Salt Herbage for the fodd'ring Rack provide To fill their Bags and swell the milky Tide These raise their Thirst and to the Tase restore The savour of the Salt on which they fed before Some when the Kids their Dams too deeply drain With gags and muzzles their soft mouths restrain Their Morning Milk the Peasants press at Night Their Evening Meal before the rising Light To Market bear or sparingly they steep With seas'ning Salt and stor'd for Winter keep Nor last forget thy faithful Dogs but feed With fatning Whey the Mastiff's Generous breed And Spartan Race who for the Folds relief Will prosecute with Cries the Nightly Thief Repulse the prouling Woolf and hold at Bay The Mountain Robbers rushing to the Prey With cries of Hounds thou may'st pursue the fear Of flying Hares and chace the fallow Deer Rouze from their desart Dens the brisl'd rage Of Boars and beamy Stags in toyls engage With smoak of burning Cedar scent thy walls And fume with stinking Galbanum thy Stalls With that rank Odour from thy dwelling place To drive the Viper's brood and all the venom'd Race For often under Stalls unmov'd they lye Obscure in shades and shunning Heav'ns broad Eye And Snakes familiar to the Hearth succeed Disclose their Eggs and near the Chimny breed Whether to Roofy Houses they repair Or Sun themselves abroad in open Air In all abodes of pestilential Kind To Sheep and Oxen and the sweating Hind Take Shepherd take a plant of stubborn Oak And labour him with many a sturdy stroke Or with hard Stones demolish from a far His haughty Crest the seat of all the War Invade his hissing Throat and winding spires Till stretcht in length th' unfolded Foe retires He drags his Tail and for his Head provides And in some secret cranny slowly glides But leaves expos'd to blows his back and batter'd sides In fair Calabria's woods a Snake is bred With curling Crest and with advancing Head Waving he rolls and makes a winding track His Belly spotted burnisht is his back While Springs are broken while the Southern Air And dropping Heav'ns the moysten'd Earth repair He lives on standing Lakes and trembling Bogs And fills his Maw with Fish or with loquacious Frogs But when in muddy Pools the water sinks And the chapt Earth is furrow'd o're with chinks He leaves the Fens and leaps upon the ground And hissing rowls his glaring Eyes around With Thirst inflam'd impatient of the heats He rages in the Fields and wide destruction threats Oh let not Sleep my closing Eyes invade In open Plains or in the secret Shade When he renew'd in all the speckl'd pride Of pompous Youth has cast his slough aside And in his Summer Liv'ry rowls along Erect and brandishing his forky Tongue Leaving his Nest and his imperfect Young And thoughtless of his Eggs forgets to rear The hopes of Poyson for the following Year The Causes and the Signs shall next be told Of ev'ry Sickness that infects the Fold A scabby Tetter on their pelts will stick When the raw Rain has pierc'd 'em to the quick Or searching Frosts have eaten through the skin Or burning Icicles are lodg'd within Or when the Fleece is shorn if sweat remains Unwash'd and soaks into their empty veins When their defenseless Limbs the Brambles tear Short of their Wool and naked from the Sheer Good Shepherds after sheering drench their Sheep And their Flocks Father forc'd from high to leap Swims down the stream and plunges in the deep They noint their naked Limbs with mother'd Oyl Or from the