Happy the fage! like you, my friend,: The evening of whose days Heav'n grants in that fair vale to spend Where Thames delighted ftrays.. To medals there and books of taste XVIII. Whilft I 'mid rocks and favage woods • Where Avon winds to mix her floods WELCOME to mina to pa to fhift the feene. 7ELCOME to Baia's ftreams, ye fons of fpleen, While round the fteaming fount you idly throng, Ye fair, whose roses feel th' approaching frost, And drops fupply the place of spirits loft: Ye 'fquires, who rack'd with gouts, at heav'n repine, Ye portly cits, fo corpulent and full, Who eat and drink 'till appetite grows dull: * Claverton near Bath, 1750. For For whets and bitters then unftring the purse, No more thus vainly roam o'er sea and land, 'N ancient times, fome hundred winters past, If fome frail nymph, by youthful paffion fway'd, Veil'd in some convent made her peace with heaven, Not fo of modern wh-res th' illuftrious train, 1751. The The PARTING. By the Same. Written fome Years after Marriage. THE I. HE rifing fun thro, all the grove My Lucy fmil'd, and talk'd of love, II. But oh! the fatal hour was come III. Now far from her and blifs I roam, All nature wears a change: And every place looks ftrange. Those flow'ry fields, this verdant scene, And make me loath the fpring. |