German Hexameters

Germany! thou art indeed to the bard his Hercynian forest;
Puffy with tufts of coarse grass; much of stunted (no high-growing)
timber;
Keeping your own, and content with the measure your sires have
bequeath'd you,
Germans! let Latium rest, and leave the old pipe where ye found it;
Leave ye the thirtyfold farrow so quietly sucking their mother
On the warm sands; they will starve or run wild in the brakes and
the brambles,
Swampy, intangled, and dark, and without any passable road
through:
Yet there are many who wander so far from the pleasanter places,
Airy and sunny and sound and adorn'd with the garden and
fountain,
Garden where Artemis stands, and fountain where Venus is bathing,
All the three Graces close by: at a distance, and somewhat above her,
(Only the sky overhead) is Apollo the slayer of Python:
Opposite, minding him not, but intent upon bending his own bow,
Stands other archer, less tall, whom the slayer of Python had
knelt to
Often, when Daphne was coy, and who laught at his handful of
laurel.
Flounder in mud, honest men, then smoke to the end of the journey,
Only let me undisturb'd enjoy the lone scenes ye relinquish:
Strike we a bargain at once: give me these; and to you I abandon
Carpenter, cordwainer, tapster, host, pedlar, itinerant actor,
Tinker and tailor and baker and mender of saddles and bellows,
With whomsoever ye list of Odd Fellows, of Old Free-And-Easy.
Never shall enter my lips your tobacco-pipe, never your bevrage,
Bevrage that Bacchus abhors: let it fuddle the beast of Silenus.
Frere is contented to smile, but loud is the laughter of Canning.