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The man too whom my foul first knew,

To virtue and to honour true;
And friendship's facred name.

O Newton, could these pensive lays
In worthy numbers fcan thy praise,
Much gratitude would say;

But that the Mufe, ingenuous maid,
Of flattery seems so much afraid,
She'll fcarce her duty pay.

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,
And, like thy foft compaffion, fheds her dews.
Summer's hot drought in thy expreffion glows,
And o'er each page a tawny ripeness throws.
Autumn's rich fruits th' inftructed reader gains,
Who tastes the meaning purpose of thy strains.
VOL. IV.

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Winter

Winter-but that no femblance takes from thee:
That hoary season yields a type of me.

Shatter'd by time's bleak storms I withering lay,
Leaflefs, and whitening in a cold decay!
Yet fhall my propless ivy, pale and bent,
Bless the short sunshine which thy pity lent.

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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!
And when the youth told her his paffionate flame,
She allow'd him to fancy her heart felt the fame.
III.

With ardour he prefs'd her to think him fincere,
But alas! fhe redoubled each hope and each fear;
She would not deny, nor fhe would not approve,
And she neither refus'd him, nor gave him her love.
IV. Now

IV.

Now cheer'd by complacence, now froze by difdain,
He languish'd for freedom, but languish'd in vain :
"Till Thyrfis, who pity'd so helpless a flave,
Eas'd his heart of its pain by the counsel he gave.

V.

Forfake her, faid he, and reject her awhile;
If she love you, she foon will return with a smile!
You can judge of her passion by absence alone,
And by absence will conquer her heart or your own.
VI.

This advice he purfu'd; but the remedy prov'd
Too fatal, alas! to the fair one he lov'd;

Which cur'd his own paffion, but left her in vain
To figh for a heart she could never regain.

I. S. H.

The BULFINCH in Town.

By a Lady of Quality.

ARK to the blackbird's pleafing note:
Sweet ufher of the vocal throng!
Nature directs his warbling throat,

And all that hear admire the fong.

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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,
Like man, to mimic art he flies;
On opera-pinions hoping foon

Unrivall'd he fhall mount. the fkies.

And while, to please some courtly fair,
He one dull tune with labour learns,
A well-gilt cage, remote from air,
And faded plumes, is all he earns !

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
Your ftudy'd music o'er and o'er;
Whilst I attend th' inviting spring,

In fields where birds unfetter'd foar.

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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,
Nor hills, though e'er fo green,
Unless my Damon fhould appear,
To beautify the scene.

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!

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