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VII.

Let his crook be with hyacinths bound,
So Phyllis the trophy despise:

Let his forehead with laurels be crown'd,
So they shine not in Phyllis's eyes.
The language that flows from the heart
Is a ftranger to Paridel's tongue;
-Yet may she beware of his art,
Or fure I must envy the song..

IV. DISAPPOINTMENT.

I.

E fhepherds give ear to my lay,

YE

And take no more heed of my sheep

They have nothing to do, but to ftray;

I have nothing to do, but to weep. Yet do not my folly reprove;

She was fair-and my paffion begun; She fmil'd-and I could not but love;

She is faithlefs

and I am undone.

II.

Perhaps I was void of all thought;

Perhaps it was plain to forfee,

That a nymph fo compleat would be fought
By a fwain more engaging than me.
Ah! love ev'ry hope can inspire:

It banishes wifdom the while;

And the lip of the nymph we admire
Seems for ever adorn'd with a smile.

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III.

She is faithlefs, and I am undone;

Ye that witness the woes I endure, Let reason inftruct you to fhun

What it cannot inftruct you to cure. Beware how ye loiter in vain

Amid nymphs of an higher degree: It is not for me to explain

How fair, and how fickle they be.

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Alas! from the day that we met,
What hope of an end to my woes?
When I cannot endure to forget

The glance that undid my repofe.
Yet time may diminish the pain:

The flow'r, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me.

V.

The sweets of a dew-fprinkled rofe,

The found of a murmuring stream, The peace which from folitude flows, Henceforth fhall be Corydon's theme. High tranfports are fhewn to the fight, But we are not to find them our own;

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Fate never beftow'd fuch delight,

As I with my Phyllis had known.

VI.

O ye woods, spread your branches apace ;
To your deepest receffes I fly;

I would hide with the beafts of the chace;
I would vanish from every eye.

Yet

my

reed fhall refound thro' the grove

With the fame fad complaint it begun ;
How she smil'd, and I could not but love;
Was faithlefs, and I am undone!

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INDEX to the Fourth Volume.

E Hymn to Adverfity

LEGY in a Country Church-yard

Education, a Poem

Penshurst

To the Hon. Wilmot Vaughan, Efq; in Wales
Epifile to Sir Thomas Hanmer

Song

Answer to ditto

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Elegy to Mifs D-w-d

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73

75

78

86

91

Roxana to Usbeck

98

Epilogue

103

Ode XI. Book I. of Horace

105

Love Letter

106

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Ode to Fancy

The Monkies

Epitaph

Verfes to Dean Swift

Verfes written in a Garden

Answer to a Love Letter ›

Answer to a Lady who advis'd Retirement

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Addrefs of the Statues at Stow to Lord Cobham.

Ode on the Death of Mr. Pelham

196

198

Verfes written at Montauban in France 1750

203

The Revenge of America

204

The dying Indian

205

Ode on Mr. Weft's Tranflation of Pindar

207

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To a Child of five Years old

Father Francis's Prayer -

Poets and News-writers Petition to Mr. Pelham
Ode at the Inftallation of the Duke of Newcastle
Ode to an Eolus's Harp

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Ode to Health

257
268

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