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 feftive temples crown'd. And to my raptur❜d ear convey The gentle things fhe deign'd to fay. And sketch with care the Mufe's bow'r, Where Ifis rolls her filver tide; Nor yet omit one reed or flow'r, That fhines on Cherwell's verdant fide; If so thou may'ft those hours prolong, When polish'd Lycon join'd my fong. IV. The fong it 'vails not to recite But fure, to footh our youthful dreams, Those banks and streams appear'd more bright Than other banks, than other streams: Or by thy foftening pencil fhewn, Affume they beauties not their own? V, And paint that sweetly vacant icene, I breath'd in verfe one cordial vow; Dull to the sense of new delight, On thee the drooping Mufe attends As fome fond lover, robb'd of fight, On thy expreffive pow'r depends; Nor would exchange thy glowing lines, To live the lord of all that shines. VII. But let me chase those vows away, Which at ambition's fhrine I made; Nor ever let thy skill display Those anxious moments, ill repaid: Oh! from my breast that season rafe, And bring my childhood in its place. VIII. Bring me the bells, the rattle bring, And bring the hobby I beftrode; When When pleas'd, in many a sportive ring, Around the room I jovial rode : And bring the whistle that I blew. IX. Then will I muse, and penfive fay, While innocence allow'd to wafte? The Princefs ELIZABETH: A Ballad, alluding to a Story recorded of her, when she was a Prisoner at Woodstock, 1554. By the Same. WILL you hear how once repining Great Eliza captive lay, Each ambitious thought refigning, VOL. IV. A a While While the nymphs and swains delighted Bred on plains, or born in vallies, Stranger to the arts of malice, Who would ever courts pursue? Malice never taught to treasure, How can they of humble ftation 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 thefe restrain; Trueft, nobleft gifts of heaven! Only pureft on the plain! Peers Peers can no fuch charms difcover, Pinks and roses in profufion, Said to fade when Chloe's near; Fops may use the fame allufion, But the fhepherd is fincere, Hark to yonder milk-maid finging Never yet did courtly maiden Move fo fprightly, look so fair; Never breast with jewels laden Would indulgent heav'n had granted All the empire I had wanted Then had been my fhepherd's heart, |