655 "Huge Breaden's † stony summit once I climb'd "After a kidling: Damon, what a scene! "What various views unnumber'd spread beneath! 66 Woods, tow'rs, vales, caves, dells, cliffs, and torrent floods, "And here and there, between the spiry rocks, "The broad flat sea. Far nobler prospects these "Than gardens black with smoke in dusty towns, "Where stenchy vapours often blot the sun : 661 "Yet, flying from his quiet, thither crowds "Each greedy wretch for tardy-rising wealth, "Which comes too late, that courts the taste in vain, "Or nauseates with distempers. Yes, ye Rich! 665 “Still, still be rich, if thus ye fashion life; "And piping, careless, silly shepherds we, "We silly shepherds, all intent to feed "Our snowy flocks, and wind the sleeky Fleece." "Deem not, howe'er, our occupation mean," 670 Damon reply'd, "while the Supreme accounts "Well of the faithful shepherd, rank'd alike "With king and priest: they also shepherds are; "For so th' All-seeing stiles them, to remind Elated man, forgetful of his charge." 675 "But haste, begin the rites: see purple Eve "Stretches her shadows: all ye Nymphs and Swains! "Hither assemble. Pleas'd with honours due, 679 Sabrina, guardian of the crystal flood, "Shall bless our cares, when she by moonlight clear "Skims o'er the dales, and eyes our sleeping folds; 685 "Or in hoar caves around Plynlymmon's brow, "Where precious minerals dart their purple gleams, "Among her sisters she reclines; the lov'd "Vaga, profuse of graces, Ryddol rough, "Blithe Ystwith, and Clevedoc †, swift of foot; "And mingles various seeds of flow'rs and herbs, "In the divided torrents, ere they burst "Thro' the dark clouds, and down the mountain roll. «Nor taint-worm shall infect the yeaning herds, 690 "Nor penny-grass, nor spear-wort's pois'nous leaf." He said with light fantastic toe the nymphs Thither assembled, thither every swain; : And o'er the dimpled stream a thousand flow`rs, Pale lilies, roses, violets, and pinks, 695 Mix'd with the greens of burnet, mint, and thyme, And trefoil sprinkled with their sportive arms. Such custom holds along th' irriguous vales From Wreakin's brow to rocky Dolvoryn ‡, Sabrina's early haunt, ere yet she fled 700 The search of Guendolen, her stepdame proud, 705 Vaga, Ryddol, Ystwith, and Clevedoc, rivers, the springs of which rise In the sides of Plynlymmon. 1 Delvoryn, a ruinous castle in Montgomeryshire, on the banks of the Soft temper'd, in full merriment they quaff, 710 715 Of pipe, sheep, kine, and birds, and liquid brooks, 720 BOOK II. The Argument. INTRODUCTION. Recommendation of mercifulness to animals. Of the winding of wool. Diversity of wool in the Fleece: skill in the assorting of it, particularly among the Dutch. The uses of each sort. Severe winters pernicious to the Fleece. Directions to prevent their effects. Wool lightest in common fields: inconveniencies of common fields. Vulgar errors concerning the wool of England: its real excellencies; and directions in the choice. No good wool in cold or wet pastures; yet all pastures improvable exemplified in the drainage of Bedford Level. Britain in ancient times not esteemed for wool. Countries esteemed for wool before the Argonautic expedition. Of that expedition, and its consequences. Countries afterwards esteemed for wool. The decay of arts and sciences in the barbarous ages: their revival, first at Venice. Countries noted for wool in the present times. Wool the best of all the various materials for clothing. The wool of our island peculiarly excellent is the combing wool. Methods to prevent its exportation. Apology of the Author for treating on this subject. Bishop Blaize the inventor of wool-combing. Of the dying of wool. Few dyes the natural product of England. Necessity of trade for importing them. The advantages of trade, and its utility in the moral world; exempilfied in the prosperity and ruin of the elder Tyre. Now of the sever'd lock begin the song 5 10 For him their udders yield nectareous, streams; For him they spread the feast : ah ! ne'er may he 15 20 All are not savage. Come, ye gentle Swains! 25 Urchinfield, the country about Ross in Herefordshire. 35 40 |