The man too whom my foul first knew, To virtue and to honour true; O Newton, could these pensive lays But that the Mufe, ingenuous maid, Brecknock, Oct. 16, 1749. DENNIS to Mr. T HOMSON, Who had procured him a Benefit Night. Reflecting on thy worth, methinks I find Thy various Seasons in their author's mind. Spring opes her bloffoms, various as thy Mufe, Y Winter Winter-but that no femblance takes from thee: Shatter'd by time's bleak storms I withering lay, HOW OW eafy was Colin, how blithe and how gay! Ere he met the fair Chloris, how sprightly his lay! So graceful her form, so accomplish'd her mind, Sure pity, he thought, with fuch charms must be join'd! II. ; Whenever the danc'd, or whenever fhe fung, How just was her motion, how fweet was her tongue! With ardour he prefs'd her to think him fincere, IV. Now cheer'd by complacence, now froze by difdain, V. Forfake her, faid he, and reject her awhile; This advice he purfu'd; but the remedy prov'd Which cur'd his own paffion, but left her in vain I. S. H. The BULFINCH in Town. By a Lady of Quality. ARK to the blackbird's pleafing note: And all that hear admire the fong. Yon' bulfinch, with unvary'd tone, Of cadence harfh, and accent fhrill, Has brighter plumage to atone For want of harmony and skill. Yet, difcontent with nature's boon, Unrivall'd he fhall mount. the fkies. And while, to please some courtly fair, Go, hapless captive! still repeat The founds which nature never taught; Go, listening fair! and call them sweet, Because you know them dearly bought." Unenvy'd both! go hear and fing In fields where birds unfetter'd foar. SONG. THE The hills all white with fnow, Leave me dejected and forlorn ! Who can defcribe my woe? But not the fun's warm beams could cheer, II. The frozen brooks, and pathlefs vales, Disjoin my love and me! The pining bird his fate bewails On yonder leafless tree! But what to me are birds or brooks Or any joy that's near? Heavy the lute, and dull the books, While Damon is not here! |