Than all her witless revels happier far; Of wood-hung Meinai, ftream of Druids old, A SON W in the Absence of By the Same: DE -DE, thy beechen flopes with waving grain Border'd, thine azure views of wood and lawn, Whilom could charm, or when the joyous Dawn 'Gan Night's dun robe with flushing purple stain, Or Evening drove to fold her woolly train; Her fairest landscapes whence my Muse has drawn, 'Too free with fervile courtly phrase to fawn, Too weak to try the Bufkin's stately strain; Yet now no more thy flopes of beech and corn Nor prospects charm, fince He far-distant strays With whom I trac'd their fweets each eve and morn, From Albion far, to cull Hefperian bays; In this alone they please, howe'er forlorn, That still they can recall thofe happier days.. On BATHING. A SONNET. By the Same, HEN late the trees were ftript by Winter pale, Fair HEALTH, a Dryad-maid in vefture green, Rejoyc'd to rove 'mid the bleak fylvan scene, On airy uplands caught the fragrant gale, And ere fresh morn the low-couch'd lark did hail Watching the found of earliest horn was feen. But fince gay Summer, thron'd in chariot fheen, Is come to fcorch each primrose fprinkled dale, She chooses that delightful cave beneath The cryftal treasures of meek Ifis' ftream; And now all glad the temperate air to breathe, While cooling drops diftil from arches dim, Binding her dewy locks with fedgy wreath She fits amid the quire of Naiads trim, Το To Lady Hy. By Mr. de VOLTAIRE. H --Y would you know the paffion You have kindled in my breast, Trifling is the inclination That by words can be exprefs'd. On Sir ROBERT WALPOLE's Birth-day, AUGUST the 26th. A By the Honourable Mr. D-TON. LL hail, auspicious day, whose wish'd return Bids every breaft with grateful ardor burn, His foul capacious, yet his judgment clear, Written in the Year 1744. AS, by fome tyrant's ftern command, A wretch forfakes his native land, Penfive |