Far in the winding vale retir'd, This peerless bud I found; And fhadowing rock and woods confpir'd That nature in fo lone a dell Should form a nymph fo fweet; Or fortune to her fecret cell Conduct my wandering feet! Gay lordlings fought her for their bride, "Tis Strephon, on the mountain's brow, Struck with her charms and gentle truth, And when this vow fhall faithless prove, The ftream that faw our tender love, That ftream fhall ceafe to flow. ODE ODE to INDOLENCE. 1750. A H! why for ever on the wing Perfifts my wearied foul to roam › My limbs with careless ease reclin'd; The fame foft bandage o'er my mind. And give me peace, debarr'd of joy. Lov'st thou yon calm and filent flood, From each tempeftuous wind that blows? Where oft thy votary shall be found; What time pale autumn lulls the skies, And fickening verdure fades around. H Ye Ye bufy race, ye factious train, That haunt ambition's guilty fhrine ; To weave for thee the rural bower; And only let me wake to share, The sweets of friendship and of love. ODE to HEALTH. 1730. HEALTH, capricious maid! Why dost thou shun my peaceful bower, Since thou, alas! art flown, It 'vails not whether Mufe or Grace, Age not forbids thy stay; Thou yet might'ft act the friendly part; Thos Thou fcorn'ft the city-air; I breathe fresh gales o'er furrow'd ground, Yet haft not thou my wishes crown'd, O falfe! O partial fair! I plunge into the wave; Thou wilt not deign to fave. Amid my well-known grove, Thou hear'ft the sportsman's claim; Is thought thy foe? adieu, Ye midnight lamps! ye curious tomes ! There was, there was a time, When, though I fcorn'd thy guardian care, Nor made a vow, nor faid a prayer, I did not rue the crime. H 2 Who 388272A Who then more bleft than I? When the glad fchool-boy's task was done, To freedom, and to joy? How jovial then the day! What fince have all my labours found, Wert thou, alas! but kind, Methinks no frown that fortune wears, Whate'er my ftars include; What other breafts convert to pain, Repair this mouldering cell, And bleft with objects found at home, Enjoy her pleafing stores There let them reft unknown, The types of many a pleafing fcene: Is thine, fair Queen! alone. Το |