ODE to EVENING.

By the Same.

F aught of oaten ftop, or paftoral fong,
May hope, chafte EVE to footh thy modeft ear,
Like thy own folemn fprings,

Thy springs, and dying gales,

O NYMPH referv'd, while now the bright-hair'd fun
Sits on yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts
With brede etherial wove,

O'erhang his wavy bed :

Now air is hufh'd, fave where the weak-ey'd bat,
With short shrill fhrieks flits by on leathern wing,
Or where the beetle winds

His fmall but fullen horn,

As oft he rifes 'midft the twilight path,
Against the pilgrim borne in heedlefs hum.

Now teach me, maid compos'd,

To breathe fome foften'd ftrain,

Whofe numbers ftealing through thy dark'ning vale, May not unfeemly with its ftillness fuit,

As mufing flow, I hail

Thy genial lov'd return!

For when thy folding ftar arifing fhews

His paly circlet, at his warning lamp
The fragrant Hours, and Elves
Who flept in flow'rs the day,
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And

And many a Nymph who wreaths her brows with fedge, And sheds the fresh'ning dew, and lovelier still,

The PENSIVE PLEASURES fweet

Prepare thy fhadowy car.

Then lead, calm Vot'refs, where some sheety lake
Cheers the lone heath, or fome time-hallow'd pile,
Or up-land fallows grey

Reflect its last cool gleam.

But when chill bluft'ring winds, or driving rain,
Forbid my willing feet, be mine the hut,
That from the mountain's fide,

Views wilds, and swelling floods,

And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd fpires,
And hears their fimple bell, and marks o'er all
Thy dewy fingers draw

The gradual dusky veil.

While Spring fhall pour his fhow'rs, as oft he wont,
And bathe thy breathing treffes, meekest Eve!
While Summer loves to sport
Beneath thy lingʼring light;

While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves;
Or Winter yelling through the troublous air,
Affrights thy fhrinking train,

And rudely rends thy robes;

So long, fure-found beneath the Sylvan fhed,
Shall FANCY, FRIENDSHIP, SCIENCE, rofe-lip'd HEALTH,

Thy gentleft influence own,

And hymn thy fav'rite name!

VERSES written on a BLANK LEAF,

By Lord LANSDOWN, when he prefented his Works to the Queen, 1732.

A Mufe expiring, who with earliest voice,

Made kings andqueens, and beauty's charmsher choice, Now on her death bed, the laft homage pays, O Queen, to thee; accept her dying lays. So at th' approach of death the cygnet tries To warble one note more, and finging dies. Hail mighty Queen, whofe powerful fmiles alone Command obedience and fecure the throne. Contending parties, and Plebeian rage, Had puzzled Loyalty for half an age: Conqu❜ring our hearts you end the long difpute;

absolute;

To Tory doctrines even Whigs refign,

And in your person own the right divine.
Thus fung the Muse, in her last moments fir'd
With CAROLINA's praife, and then expir'd,

ADVICE to a Lady in Autumn.

A

SSES milk, half a pint, take at feven, or before;

Then fleep for an hour or two, and no more.
At nine ftretch your arms, and oh! think when alone,
There's no pleasure in bed.-MARY,bring me my gown:
Slip on that ere you rife; let your caution be fuch;
Keep all cold from your breast, there's already too much;
Your pinners fet right, your twitcher ty❜d on,
Your prayers at an end, and your breakfast quite done;
Retire to fome author, improving and gay,

And with fenfe like your own, fet your mind for the day,
At twelve you may walk, for at this time o' the year,
The fun like your wit, is as mild, as 'tis clear :
But mark in the meadows the ruin of Time;
Take the hint, and let life be improv'd in its prime.
Return not in hafte, nor of dreffing take heed;
For beauty, like yours, no affistance can need.
With an appetite, thus, down to dinner you fit,
Where the chief of the feaft is the flow of your
Let this be indulg'd, and let laughter go round;
As it pleases your mind, to your health 'twill redound.
After dinner two glaffes at leaft, I approve;
Name the first to the king, and the laft to your love:

wit:

Thus

Thus cheerful with wifdom, with innocence gay,
And calm with your joys gently glide thro' the day,
The dews of the evening moft carefully fhun;

Thofe tears of the sky for the lofs of the fun.
Then in chat, or at play, with a dance, or a fong,
Let the night, like the day, pass with pleasure along.
All cares, but of love, banish far from your mind ;
And those you may end, when you please to be kind.

HE gushing streams impetuous flow,

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In hafte to DELIA's lips to go,

With equal hafte and equal heat,
Who would not rush those lips to meet ?
Bless'd envy'd streams, ftill greater bliss
Attends your warm and liquid kifs.
For from her lips your welcome tide
Shall down her heaving bosom glide;
There fill each fwelling globe of love,
And touch that heart I ne'er could move.
From hence in foft meanders ftray,

And find at laft the blissful way

Which thought may paint, tho' verfe mayn't fay.

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