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Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull;
Strong without rage, without o’erflowing full. 
Heaven her Eridanus no more shall boast,
Whose fame in thine, like lesser current, ’s lost;
Thy nobler streams shall visit Jove’s abodes,
To shine among the stars,[5] and bathe the gods. 
Here Nature, whether more intent to please
Us or herself with strange varieties,
(For things of wonder give no less delight
To the wise maker’s, than beholder’s sight; 200
Though these delights from sev’ral causes move;
For so our children, thus our friends, we love),
Wisely she knew the harmony of things,
As well as that of sounds, from discord springs. 
Such was the discord, which did first disperse
Form, order, beauty, through the universe;
While dryness moisture, coldness heat resists,
All that we have, and that we are, subsists;
While the steep, horrid roughness of the wood
Strives with the gentle calmness of the flood, 210
Such huge extremes when Nature doth unite,
Wonder from thence results, from thence delight. 
The stream is so transparent, pure, and clear,
That had the self-enamour’d youth[6] gazed here,
So fatally deceived he had not been,
While he the bottom, not his face had seen. 
But his proud head the airy mountain hides 217
Among the clouds; his shoulders and his sides
A shady mantle clothes; his curled brows
Frown on the gentle stream, which calmly flows,
While winds and storms his lofty forehead beat: 
The common fate of all that’s high or great. 
Low at his foot a spacious plain is placed,
Between the mountain and the stream embraced,
Which shade and shelter from the hill derives,
While the kind river wealth and beauty gives,
And in the mixture of all these appears
Variety, which all the rest endears. 
This scene had some bold Greek or British bard
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Of fairies, satyrs, and the nymphs their dames,
Their feasts, their revels, and their am’rous flames? 
’Tis still the same, although their airy shape
All but a quick poetic sight escape. 
There Faunus and Sylvanus keep their courts,
And thither all the horned host resorts
To graze the ranker mead; that noble herd
On whose sublime and shady fronts is rear’d
Nature’s great masterpiece; to show how soon,
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Here have I seen the King, when great affairs
Gave leave to slacken, and unbend his cares,
Attended to the chase by all the flower
Of youth whose hopes a nobler prey devour: 
Pleasure with praise and danger they would buy,
And wish a foe that would not only fly. 
The stag now conscious of his fatal growth,
At once indulgent to his fear and sloth,