ɔne sun is welcome with ner inn cent song; Whom were my Congreve blest to see and k What poor regards would merit all below! How proudly would he haste the joy to mee And drop his laurel at Apollo's feet. Here by a mountain's side, a reverend ca Gives murmuring passage to a lasting wave 'Tis the world's wat'ry hour-glass streaming Time is no more when th' utmost drop is pa Here, on a better day, some druid dwelt, And the young muse's early favour felt; Druid, a name she does with pride repeat, Confessing Albion once her darling seat; Far in this primitive cell might we pursue Our predecessors' footsteps still in view; Here would we sing-But, ah! you think I And the bad world may well believe the sar Yes you are all malicious standers by, While two fond lovers prate, the Muse, and Since thus I wander from my first intent, Nor am that grave adviser which I meant, Take this short lesson from the god of bays, And let my friend apply it as he please: * This alludes to Sir William Temple, to whom he name of Apollo in a few lines after.-S. nce their saucy doom; ht country virgin, shows knot of beaux; ashionable prate, age, and her gait; ore the bashful maid, as often paid: has joy'd to sleep; Father's sheep: olds the chattering throng, is got among; ibed "The Poet." The rest of Swift had at this time already ?-S. LATE ILLNESS WRITTEN IN STRANGE to conceive, h At distant hours the min Whether in time, Deduc Meets, and salutes her si Or hunted Fancy, by a c Comes back with joy to Or whether dead Imagin Oft hovers where alive it Or if Thought's rolling Turns up old objects to Orloves the muse to wal O'er the glad scene whe Be what it will; late n Where her own Temple There first the visionary When to poetic view the Such seem'd her eyes, al Gives glad farewell to a Weak is the beam to dry Still ev'ry tree the pende *The allusion, I am afraid, Acts of the Apostles. STRANGE to conceive, how the same objects Be what it will; late near yon whisp'ring Where her own Temple was her darling the There first the visionary sound was heard, When to poetic view the Muse appear'd. Such seem'd her eyes, as when an evening Gives glad farewell to a tempestuous day; Weak is the beam to dry up nature's tears, Still ev'ry tree the pendent sorrow wears; *The allusion, I am afraid, is to the vision of St Pa Acts of the Apostles. appear, does in thy face nce first I met thee here! ads are overcast cause of grief is past! gs which I bring, hus teaches thee to sing: t by imprison'd winds, Ter men's sickly minds, knees; such ghastly fear face appear; ful, wise, and great, oubtful hand of fate; we both have long our lowly song; rld, and chosen then the best of men : ared by zeal and rage better age; nce was womankind, othea's mind. ple.-S. Lady Gifford, a woman o accompanied her brother on all is quarrelled with her irreconcilessages in his Journal, her still beams seen? Thus when Dorinda wep And grief flung sables o The humble tribe mourn That furnish'd spirit and Swould earth's face tur Should Heaven suspend t So nature's crazed convul That time is sick, or the Take, youth, these thoug The fancy furnish'd by re And to mistaken man the Tho dare revile the integ h fav'rite youth, how ha But I'm deceiv'd, or thou Speak, for I wait thy ans Thy just submission for tl Unknown the forms we the divine appearance Which to divulge might s And tell the irreligion of Lady Temple, who is descri complished woman. seen? Thus when Dorinda wept, joy ev'ry face forso *Lady Temple, who is described as a very extraordin accomplished woman. |