And fee, through yonder filent grove, The fole confusion I admire, V. Imitated from the FRENCH. ES, these are the scenes where with Iris I stray'd, YES, But short was her fway for fo lovely a maid; In the bloom of her youth to a cloister she run; Yes, these are the meadows, the shrubs and the plains; Once the scene of my pleasures, the scene of my pains; How many foft moments I spent in this grove! How fair was my nymph! and how fervent my love! Be still though, my heart! thine emotion give o'er; Remember, the feafon of love is no more. With her how I ftray'd amid fountains and bow'rs, Then breathlefs with ardor my fair-one purfu'd, RURAL INSCRIPTIONS. I. On a ROOT-HOUSE. ERE in cool grot, and moffy cell, HE We rural fays and faeries dwell: Though rarely seen by mortal eye, When the pale moon, afcending high, Darts through yon' limes her quivering beams, Her beams, reflected from the wave, But liften to the water's fall. Would Would you then tafte our tranquil fcene, Be sure your bofoms be ferene; Devoid of hate, devoid of strife, And much it 'vails you, in their place, And tread with awe these favour'd bow'rs, So may your paths with sweets abound! Who dares our hallow'd haunt profane! OBERON. II. In a fhady Valley, near a running Water. O Let me haunt this peaceful fhade; Nor let ambition e'er invade The tenants of this leafy bow'r, That fhun her paths, and flight her pow'r. Hither the plaintive halcyon flies From focial meads and open skies; Pleas'd, by this rill, her courfe to steer, And hide her faphire plumage here. The The trout, bedropt with crimson ftains, And fure I heard the Naiad say, "Flow, flow, my ftream! this devious way; "Flow, gentle ftream! nor let the vain "Thy fmall unfully'd ftores difdain: "Nor let the penfive fage repine, "Whose latent course resembles thine." III. On a small Building in the Gothic Taste. ID Bou that bathe in courtly blyffe! O tople in fortune's giddye spheare! Doo not too rashiye deeme ampfse - Moz yet disdeigne the ruffer stoale, Whyche o'er each carelesse lymbe he flyngs: Roz pet berpde the beechen bowle, In whyche he quaffs the lynpid spryngs. So may He pardonne fraud and strife, › If such in courtipe haunt he see: Foz faults there beene in buspe Ipfe, From whyche these peacefull glennes are free. A Paftoral BALLAD, in Four Parts. Written 1743. By the Same. Arbufta bumilefque myrica. Y I. ABSENCE. I. E fhepherds fo cheerful and gay, Nor talk of the change that ye find; -I have left my dear Phyllis behind. II. Now I know what it is, to have strove With the torture of doubt and defire ; What it is, to admire and to love, And to leave her we love and admire. VIRG. Ah |