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No longer now can please:
From Lucy whilft I ftray :
And figh the live long day.
ODE to MEMORY.
By WILLIAM SHENSTONE, Efq;
Who glean' t the flow'rets cropt by time;
Preferv'st the blossoms of our prime;
With which my favour'd crook she bound;
Which then my festive temples crown'd.
Where Ifis rolls her silver tide ;
That shines on Cherwell's verdant side;
But sure, to sooth our youthful dreams,
Than other banks, than other streams :
When, all beneath the poplar bough,
I breath'd in verse one cordial vow; That nothing should my soul inspire, But friendship warm, and love entire.
On thee the drooping Muse attends ;
On thy expressive pow'r depends;
Which at ambition's shrine I made
Those anxious moments, ill repaid :
And bring the hobby I beftrode;
Around the room I jovial rode :
Then will I mufe, and pensive say,
Why did not these enjoyments laft?
While innocence allow'd to waste?
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?
Foe to riches, pomp, and sway?
While the nymphs and fwains delighted
Tript around in all their pride ;
Thus the royal maiden cry'd.
Bred on plains, or born in vallies,
Who would bid those scenes adieu?
Who would ever courts pursue ?
Malice never taught to treasure,
Censure never taught to bear :
Love is all the damsel's care.
How How can they of humble 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 ; Trueft, noblest gifts of heaven!
Only purest on the plain!
Peers can no such charms discover,
All in stars and garters dreft, As, on Sundays, does the lover
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,
Chearly o'er the brimming pail ; Cowslips all around her springing
Sweetly paint the golden vale.
Never yet did courtly maiden
Move so sprightly, look fo fair ; Never brealt with jewels laden
Pour a song fo void of care.