VII. Let his crook be with hyacinths bound, Let his forehead with laurels be crown'd, The language that flows from the heart Y E fhepherds give ear to my lay, And take no more heed of my fheep: She was fair and my paffion begun; and I could not but love; Perhaps I was void of all thought; Perhaps it was plain to foresee, That a nymph fo compleat would be fought It banishes wisdom the while; III. She is faithlefs, and I am undone; What it cannot inftruct you to cure. Amid nymphs of an higher degree: How fair, and how fickle they be. Alas! from the day that we met, The glance that undid my repofe. The flow'r, and the fhrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me. V The fweets of a dew-fprinkled rofe, The found of a murmuring ftream, The peace which from folitude flows, Henceforth fhall be Corydon's theme. High transports are fhewn to the fight, But we are not to find them our own; Fate never beftow'd fuch delight, As I with my Phyllis had known. VI. O VI. O ye woods, spread your branches apace I would hide with the beasts of the chace; Yet my reed shall refound thro' the grove With the fame fad complaint it begun ; 照漱淡淡冰 INDEX to the Fourth Volume. ELEGY in a Country Church-yard Hymn to Adverfity 50 61 64 יוויון 71 73 78 86 91 Verfes written at Montauban in France 1750 The Revenge of America Ode on Mr. Weft's Tranflation of Pindar 207 To a Child of five Years old |