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And yet but lately have I seen ev'n here,
The winter in a lovely dress appear.
the clouds let fall the treasur'd snow,
Or winds begun through hazy skies to blow.
At ev'ning a keen eastern breeze arose ;
And the descending rain unfully'd froze.
Soon as the filent shades of night withdrew,
The ruddy morn disclos’d at once to view
The face of nature in a rich disguise,
And brighten'd ev'ry object to my eyes :
For ev'ry shrub, and every blade of grass,
And ev'ry pointed thorn, seem'd wrought in glass,
In pearls and rubies rich the hawthorns show,
While through the ice the crimson berries glow.
The thick-sprung reeds the wat'ry marshes yield,
Seem polin'd lances in a hostile field.
The ftag in limpid currents with surprize,
Sees crystal branches on his forehead rise:
The spreading oak, the beach, and tow'ring pine,
Glaz'd over, in the freezing æther shine.
The frighted birds the rattling branches hun,
That wave and glitter in the distant fun.
When, if a sudden guft of wind arise,
The brittle forest into atoms flies :
The crackling wood beneath the tempeft bends,
And in a spangled show'r the prospect ends.
Or, if a fouthern gale the region warm,
And by degrees unbind the wint'ry. charm,
The traveller a miry country sees,
And journies sad beneath the dropping trees.
Like fome deluded peasant, Merlin leads
Thro' fragrant bow'rs, and through delicious meads ;
While here enchanted gardens to him rise,
And airy fabricks there attract his eyes,
His wand'ring feet the magic paths pursue ;
And, while he thinks the fair illusion true,
The trackless scenes disperse in fluid air,
And woods and wilds, and thorny ways appear .
A tedious road the weary wretch returns,
And as he goes, the transient vifion mourns.
On the Friendship betwixt SACHARISSA and
ELL me, lovely loving pair!
Why so kind, and so severe ? Why so careless of our care,
Only to yourselves so dear?
By this cunning change of hearts,
You the pow'r of love controul ; While the boy's deluded darts
Can arrive at neither soul.
For in vain to either breaft
Still beguiled Love does come : Where he finds a foreign guest;
Neither of your hearts at home.
Debtors thus with like design,
When they never mean to pay, That they may the law decline,
To some friend make all away.
Not the silver doves that fly,
Yok'd in Cytherea's car ; Not the wings that lift so high;
And convey her son so far;
Are so lovely, sweet, and fair,
Or do more ennoble love; Are fo choicely match'd a pair,
Or with more consent do move.
THAT now they
HAT which her slender waist confin'd,
Shall now my joyful temples bind :
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this has done.
It was my heav'n's extremelt sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer : My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move !
A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair: Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
E Persian maids, attend your poet's lays,
And hear how shepherds pass their golden days.
Not all are blest, whom fortune's hand sustains
With wealth in courts, nor all that haunt the plains :
Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ;
»Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
Thus Selim sung, by sacred truth inspir’d;
Nor praise, but such as truth bestow'd, defir'd:
Wife in himself, his meaning songs convey'd
Informing morals to the shepherd maid ;
Or taught the swains that surest bliss to find,
What groves nor streams bestow, a virtuous mind.
When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride,
The radiant morn resum'd her orient pride,
When wanton gales along the valleys play,
Breathe on each flower, and bear their sweets away ;