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Bring, bring those moments to my mind
. II. And bring that garland to my fight, · With which my favour'd crook she bound; And bring that wreath of roses bright
Which then my festive temples crown'd.
Where Isis rolls her silver tide;
That shines on Cherwell's verdant side ; : If so thou may'st those hours prolong, When polish'd Lycon join’d my song.
Than other banks, than other streams:
And paint that sweetly vacant Icene,
When, all beneath the poplar bough, My spirits light, my soul serene,
I breath'd in verse one cordial vow; That nothing should my soul inspire, But friendship warm, and love entire.
VI. . Dull to the sense of new delight,
On thee the drooping Muse attends ; As some fond lover, robb'd of sight,
On thy expressive pow'r depends;
Which at ambition's shrine I made ;
Those anxious moments, ill repaid : Oh! from my breast that season rase, And bring my childhood in its place.
• VIII. Bring me the bells, the rattle bring,
And bring the hobby I bestrode;
When pleas’d, in many a sportive ring,
Around the room I jovial rode :
Why did not these enjoyments last ?
While innocence allow'd to waste ?
The Princess ELIZABETH:
A Ballad, alluding to a Story recorded of her, when
she was a Prisoner at Woodstock, 1554.
By the Same
Foe to riches, pomp, and sway?
While the nymphs and swains delighted
Tript around in all their pride ; Envying joys by others Nighted,
Thus the royal maiden cry'd.
Bred on plains, or born in vallies,
Who would bid those scenes adieu? Stranger to the arts of malice,
Who would ever courts pursue?
Malice never taught to treasure,
Censure never taught to bear; Love is all the shepherd's pleasure;
Love is all the damsel's care.
How can they of humnble station
Vainly blame the pow'rs above ? Or accuse the dispensation
Which allows them all to love?
Love like air is widely given;
Pow'r nor chance can these restrain; Truest, noblest gifts of heaven!
Only purest on the plain!
· Peers can no such charms discover,
All in stars and garters drest,
With his nosegay on his breaft,
Pinks and roses in profufion,
Said to fade when Chloe's near; Fops may use the same allusion,
But the shepherd is fincere.
Hark to yonder milk-maid singing
Cheerly o'er the brimming pail; Cowslips all around her springing,
Sweetly paint the golden vale.
Never get did courtly maiden
Move fo fprightly, look so fair ; Never breast with jewels laden
Pour a song fo void of care,
Would indulgent heav'n had granted
Me fome rural damsel's part !
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