RURAL INSCRIPTIONS. By the Same. I. On a ROOT-HOUSE. ERE in cool grot, and moffy cell, Η H we We rural fays and faeries dwell: Tho' rarely feen by mortal eye, When the pale moon, afcending high, Her beams, reflected from the wave,' Would you then tafte our tranquil fcene, Be fure your bofoms be ferene; Devoid of hate, devoid of ftrife, Devoid of all that poisons life; And much it 'vails you, in their place, To graft the love of human race. And And tread with awe these favour'd bow'rs, OBERON. II. In a fhady Valley, near a running Water. ! 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, The trout, bedropt with crimson stains, And fure I hear the Naiad fay, "Flow, flow, my ftream! this devious way; "Tho' lovely foft thy murmurs are, "Flow gentle ftream! nor let the vain "Thy fmall unfully'd ftores disdain: "Nor let the penfive fage repine, "Whofe latent course resembles thine." III. On a small Building in the Gothick Taste. You that bathe in courtly blyffe ! Df him, that bydes contentid here. M20; yet difdeigne the ruffet Goale, Whych o'er each carelelle lymbe he flyngs : Moz yet Deryde the beechen bowle, In whyche he quaffs the lympid (płyngs. Forgybe hym, if, at eve oz dawne, So may He pardonne fraud and frife, 3f fuch in courtlye haunt he lee: For faults there beene in busye lyfe, From whyche thefe peaceful glennes are free. A Paftoral A Paftoral B ALLAD, in Four Parts. Written 1743. By the Same. Arbufta humilefque myrica. VIRG. Y I. ABSENCE. I. E fhepherds fo chearful 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 And to leave her we love and admire. I have bade my dear Phyllis farewell. III. Since III. Since Phyllis vouchfaf'd me a look, And I grieve that I priz'd them no more. But why do I languish in vain? Why wander thus pensively here ? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valley, is flown; When forc'd the fair nymph to forego, She gaz'd, as I flowly withdrew ; So fweetly the bade me adieu, I thought that the bade me return, VI. The |