ODE to EVENING. By the Same. F aught of oaten ftop, or paftoral fong, Thy springs, and dying gales, O NYMPH referv'd, while now the bright-hair'd fun O'erhang his wavy bed : Now air is hufh'd, fave where the weak-ey'd bat, His fmall but fullen horn, As oft he rifes 'midft the twilight path, 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 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 Reflect its last cool gleam. But when chill bluft'ring winds, or driving rain, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd fpires, The gradual dusky veil. While Spring fhall pour his fhow'rs, as oft he wont, While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves; And rudely rends thy robes; So long, fure-found beneath the Sylvan fhed, 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. 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. And with fenfe like your own, fet your mind for the day, wit: Thus Thus cheerful with wifdom, with innocence gay, Thofe tears of the sky for the lofs of the fun. HE gushing streams impetuous flow, TH In hafte to DELIA's lips to go, With equal hafte and equal heat, And find at laft the blissful way Which thought may paint, tho' verfe mayn't fay. Too |