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TO a LADY of QUALITY,* The fields have left their lovely dye
Nu chearful azure decks the sky;
Yet itill we bless the louring day;
Hence let the muse no more presume,
To blame the winter's dreary gloom; Or what the pleasure these impart; Accuse his loitering hours no more; Ye trophies, which the learn'd pursue
But ah ! their envious halte deplore ! Through endless fruitless coils adicu!
For foon, from wit and friendship's reigs, What can the tedious tomés bestow,
The social hearth, the sprightly vein, To soothe the miseries they show ?
I go-to meet the coming year, What, like the bliss for him decreed,
On savage plains, and deserts drear! Who tends his flock, and tunes his reed !
I go-to feed on pleasures flown, Say, wretched fancy ! thus refin'd
Nor find the spring my loss atone ! From all that glads the simplest hind,
But 'mid the flowery sweets of May
With pride recal this winter's day.
An Irregular ODE after SICKNESS, The'richest fruits, the fairest flowers.
1749. Sages, with irksome waste of time,
- Melius, cum venerit ipsa, canemus. The steep ascent of knowledge climb; Then from the towering heights they scale, TO
100 long a stranger to repose, Behold contentment range-the vale.
At length from pain's abhorred couch I rose
And wạnder'd forth alone; Yet why, Atteria, tell us why
To court once more the balmy breeze, We fcorn the crowd, when you are nigh;
And catch the verdure of the trees, Why then does reason seem so fair,
Ere yet their charms were flown. Why learning, then, deserve our care ?
'Twas from a bank with pansies gay Who can unpleas'd your shelves behold, While you so fair a proof unfold
I haild once more the chearful day,
The sun's forgotten beams : What force the brightest genius draws
O fun! how pleasing were thy rays. From polish'd wisdom's written laws ?
Reflected from the polith'd face
Of yon refulgent Ireams !
Rais'd by che scene, my feeble tongue
Essay'd ágain the sweets of song : And happiest he, who most excells ?
And thus, in feeble strains and flow,
The loitering numbers 'gan to Anw.
For sure I heard the tender fighs,
I seem'd to join the plaintive cries
Bewail for ever their unfinith'd love :
To that unjoyous clime,
Torn from the light of these etherial skies ; How pleas'd we pass the winter's day ;
Debarr'd the lustre of their Delia's cyes; And Charn the dull ey'd spleen away!
And banish'd in their prime. No linnet, from the leafless bough,
Come, gentle air ! and, while the thickers bloom, Pours forth her note melodious now;
Convey the jasmine's breath divine ; But all admire Alteria's tongue,
Convey the woodbine's rich perfume, Nor with the linnet's vernal song.
Nor spare the sweet-leaft eglantine. No flower's emit their trarûent rays :
And may'st thou fhun the rugged storm Yet sure Asteria's wit displays
Till health her wonted charins explain, More various tints, more glowing lincs,
With rural pleasure in her train, And with perennial beauty shines.
To greet me in her faireft form.
While from this lofty mount 1 view Though rified groves and fetter'd freams
The sons of wealth, the vulgar crew, But ill befriend a poet's dreams:
Anxious for futile gains bencath me stray, Arteria's presence wakes the lyrc;
And seek with erring step contentment's obviou And well supplies poetic fire.
way. * Lady Luxborough,
Cume, gentle air! and thou, celestial Muse, To fence for you my ma ly grove,
And scollop every winding shore;
And fringe with every purple rose,
Enough to rear such rustic lays
Ah! lovely treacherous maids !
To quit unseen my votive shades,
When pale disease, and torturing pain,
Who ne'er your wonted tasks decliu'd.
She needs not your officious aid Or scents Sabea's blooming vales.
To swell the song, or plan the shado; But ah! the nymphs that heal the pensive mind
By genuine fancy fir'd, By prescripts more refin'd,
Her native genius guides her hand, Negled their votary's anxious moan
And while she marks the sage command, Oh, how should they relicve !--The Muses all More love!y scenes her kill shall raise, were flown.
Her lyre resounit with nobler lays By flowery plain, or woodland shades,
Than ever you inspir’d. i fondly sought the charming maids;
Thus I may rage and grief display ; By woodland shades, or flowery plain,
But vainly blame, and vainly mourn, 1 sought them, faithless maids! in vain ! Nor will a Grace or Muse return When lo ! in happier hour,
Till Luxborough lead the way.
To visit Luxborough's honour'd bower.
To a LADY, with some coloured PatScarce have my foot-steps press'd the favour'd terns of Flowers, Oct. 7, 1736.
HOUGH rude the draughts, though art less Ah partial! with unwonted fires ;
seem the lines, Here, hand in hand, with careless mien,
From one urskill'd in verse, or in designs; The sportive Graces trip the green.
Oft has good- ature been the fool's desen:e,
And honest meaning gilded want of fenic
Fear not, though flowers and beauty grace my How every Muse, and every Grace,
lay, Had lorg employ'd their care.
To praile one fair, another shall decay. Lurks not a ftonc enrich'd with lively stain, No lily, bright with painted foliage, here,
Blooms not a flower amid the vernal itore, Shall only languish, when Selinda's near :
Glows not a shell on Adria's rocky shore. Nor with reflectei luitre doubly glow.
Yet sure your sex is near to flowers ally'd,
Alike in foseness, and alike in pride : Bedeck'd with every shrub that blow: ;
Foes to retreat, and ever fond to shine, And some entwin'd the willing sprays,
Both rush to canyer, and the shades deciine ; To fhield th' illustrious dame's repose :
Expos'd, the short-liv'd pageints of a day; Others had grac'd the sprightly dome,
To painted Aies or glittering fops a prey: And taught the portrait where to glow ;
Chang'd with each wind, uor one (hort day the
fame, Uchers arrang'd the curious tome ;
Each clouded sky affuels their tender frame,
In glaring Chioc's man-like taste and miin,
Distant they itrike, inelegaatly gay, They met and frisk'd it o'er the lawa.
To the near view no plcaling charnis display,
To form the nympn, a vulgar wit must ;vin, Ah! woc is me, faid l;
As coarser foils will most the flower refine. Anil * • *'s hi'ly circuit heard my cry,
Ophelia's beautics lec the Jasmine paint, Have I for this with labour Arove,
Too faintly fult, too nicely elegant. And lavida'd all my little ftore
Around with seeming sanctity endued,
Not like a fire, which, whilst it burns, alarms; The Pallion-flower may best express the Prude. A modest flame, that gently lines and warms: Like the gay Rose, too rigiil Silvia thines, Whose mind, in every light, can charms display, While, like its guardian thorn, her virtue joins With wisdom serious, and with humour gay; Happy the nymph! from all their failures free, Just as her eyes in each bright posture warm, Hippy the nymph! in whom their charms agree. And fiercely strike, or languishingly charm:
Such are your horrours-mention's to your cost, Faint these produ&ions, till you bid disclose,
Those least can hear them, who deserve thene The Pink new splendors, and fresh tints the Rose: most: And yet condemned not trivial draughts like these, Yet ah forgive the less inventive Muse, Form’d to improve, and make ev'n trifles please. If e'er the fing, a copious theme must chuse. A power like yours minuter beauties warms, And yet can blałt the most afpiring charms Thus, at the rays whence other objects shine, The taper fickens, and its flames decline. When by your art the purple Violet lives,
Written in a Flower Book of my ow And the pale Lily sprightlier charms receives : Garters to me shall glow inferior far,
Colouring, designed for Lady Plyo And with less pleasing luftre shine the star.
Let serious trillers, fond of wealth or fame,' On toils like these beltow too soft a name;
is Debitæ nymphis opifex coronæ.” HOR. Each gentler art with wise indifference view, And scorn one trifle, ulions to pursue :
BRING, Flora, bring the treasures here, More artsui I, their specious schemes deride : The pride of all the blooming year ; Fond to please you, by you in these employd;
And let me, thence, a garland frame, A nobler task, or more sublime defire,
To crown this fair, this peerless dame! Ambition ne'er could form, nor pride inspire :
But ah! since envious winter lours, The sweets of tranquil life and rural ease
And Heweli meads resign their flowers, Amuse securely, nor less justly please.
Let art and friendship joint essay Where gentle pleaasure shows her milder power,
Diffuse their flowerets, in her way.
Whose artless breast, and polish'd mind,
scenes, with nicer care, refin'd;
TWÀS in a cool Aonian glade, W!. , theatres for you the scenes forego,
The wanton Cupid, spent with toil, And the box bows, obsequiously low:
Had fought refreshment from the shade; How dull the plan which indolence has drawn,
And Itretch'd him on the mosty soil. The mosly grotto, or the flowery lawn!
A vagrant Muse drew nigh, and found Though roseate scents in every wind exhale,
The subtile traitor fast asleep; And sylvan warblers charm in every gale. And is it thine to snore profound, Of those be her's the choice, whom all approve;
She said, yet leave the world to weep? And whom, but those who envy, all must love :
But hukh-from this auspicious hour, By pature modeld, by experience taught,
The world, I ween, may rest in peace; To know and pity every female fault:
And, robb’d of darts, and Itript of power,
Thy pcevish petulance decrease.
And this thy vile artillery hide-
When the Caitalion fount she faw, Yet bleft in all that nature can decree.
And pung'd his arrows in the tidco
As partial to their words we prove;
With towering hopes fupply'd:
Then took the field--and dy'd.
That magic fount ill-judging maid !
Shall cause you foon to curse the day You dar'd the shafts of love invade ;
And gave his arms redoubled fway. For in a stream so wonderou's clear,
When angry Cupid searches round, Will not the radiant points appear ?
Will not the furtive spoils be found? Too soon they were; and every dart,
Dipt in the Mufe's myftic spring, Acquir'd new force to wound the heart;
And taught at once to love and fing. Then farewel, ye Pierian quire ;
For who will now your altars throng? From love we learn to swell the lyre ;
And echo aiks no sweeter song.
OD E. Written 1739.
Urit fpes animi credula mutui.” Hor.
TWAS not by beauty's aid alone,
His boasted power display'd;
Which beauty first convey'd.
Have all its sweets combin'd ;
To prove the charmer kind-
By envy's self admir'd:
What every Muse inspir’d.
Which love-lick Twains endure:
And smiles-must ever cure.
Experience hourly shows !
Eternal sweets bestows.
To learn from stars his fate :
Convinc'i and wisc--too late.
Tear bedews my Delia's eye,
To think yon playful kid must die;
hich for thy charming brows he twin'd.
S O N Ġ S, And cruel 'twere a free-born fwain,
A British youth, should vainly moan; Written chiefly between the Years 1737 Who, scornful of a tyrant's chain,
Submits to yours, and yours alonc,
Nor pointed spcar, nor links of steel,
Could e'er those gallant minds subdue,
Who beauty's wounds with pleasure feel, Told my nymph, I told her true,
And boat the fetters wrought by you.
My fields were small, my Alocks were few ;
SO NG IV. The Sky-LSRK. of crops destroy'd by vernal cold, And vagrant sheep that left my fold: Of these she heard, yet bore to hear;
O, tuneful bird, that glad't the skies And is not Flavia then sincere!
And there on quivering pinions rise,
And there thy vocal art display.
And if the deign thy notes to hear,
And if thc praise thy matin song,
Tell her, the sounds that soothe her ear,
To Damon's native plains belong.
Tell her, in livelier plumes array'd,
The bird from Indian groves may shine;
But ask the lovely partial maid,
What are his notes compar'd to thine ?
Then bid her treat yon witless beau
And all his flaunting race with scorn;
“ Ah! ego non aliter tristes evincere morbos
TOW pleas'd within my native bowers
Ere while I pass'd che day!
Were ever flowers so gay?
And all the landskip round!
The hill with beeches crown'd!
I speed to meet my dear,
And check my fond career.
Their wonted charnis I see :
Divide my love and me.
N every tree, in every plain,,
I trace the jovial spring in vain!