Here living fweets around her altar rise, Here too the thoughtless and the young may tread, May here be taught what worth the world has known. To her peculiar-and for ever loft To those who knew, and therefore lov'd her moft. Check not the tear, nor stop the useful figh; A with may rife to emulate her fame, And fome faint image of her worth reftore, The Confervatory next appears; orange trees of various kinds are planted in the ground; and during the fummer, the front, fides, and roof of the building are removed, the back wall is covered with a treillage, against which are planted exotic jeffamines, &c. This garden contains no more than an acre and half of ground; but fuch is the irregularity of its form and furface, the difpofition of its fhrubs and flowers, and the conduct of the furrounding path, that it appears very confiderably larger than it really is: in description it may appear overcharged with artificial ornaments, but they are fo placed as to be seen only in unexpected fucceffion. A flower-garden being profeffedly a work of art, admits of all the embellishment that art can beflow. But taste alone could not have formed this fpot, in which fo much of invention and fancy fancy is difplayed, that it is apparent the genius of poetry muft have affifted in the compofition 8. Mr. Repton, in his very ingenious and instructive work, on the Theory and Practice of Landscape Gardening, obferves, that "the flower-garden at Nuneham, without being formal, is highly enriched, but not too much crowded with feats, temples, ftatues, or other ornaments, which being works of art, beautifully harmonize with that profufion of flowers and curious plants, which diftinguish the flower-garden from natural landscape, although the walks are not in ftraight lines." POEMS POEMS, WRITTEN AT NUNEHAM. LINES, Left in the Flower-Garden, by the late Dr. Bacon, Author of the Snipe, &c. Could Milton be reftor'd to fight, He might at good Lord Nuneham's coft The Paradife, His Adam Loft. To Walter Clark. By the Hon. Horace Walpole, 1773. Your pinks and tulips live an hour, A Mufe has deign'd to view your bow'r, h Lady Nuneham. Shall Shall beg to quit their rural ftations, To mix with Walter Clark's carnations. To Gratitude, left in the Grotto in the Goddess, to thee we confecrate this Grot, Here fix thy throne, and bless the favour'd spot; To Pan, to Faunus, rural altars raise, And bid the Cyprian fhrine with incenfe blaze; Yet ftill, bright Nymph, be thine the warmest praise, Come, with thy glowing cheek, thy tearful eye, To Oberon, written in the Flower-Garden, 1777. Oh thou, whom with thy airy train A fuppliant mortal bends the knee : Extend o'er herbs, and plants, and flowers ; And wave thy fairy wand around; Bid every noxious vapour fly, With balmy zephyrs warm the sky} And purify the evening dew. That rofe-lip'd health with frolic mien, And And bring with her the heart's best treasure, Nor dread his fcythe's too powerful sway. So may no ftep or eye prophane On the improvements at Nuneham-Courtenay, by Mr. Whitehead, 1781. Dame Nature the goddess, one very bright day I wonder that fellow will dare to come here. I lifted the hills, and I fcoop'd out the vales; With Sylvan's own umbrage I grac'd every brow; And pour'd the rich Thames through the meadows below. I grant it, he cried; to your fov'reign command I bow as I ought-Gentle Lady, your hand; The weather's inviting, fo let us move on ; You know what you did, and now see what I've done. My |