Then learn, ye fair! to foften fplendor's ray ;
Endure the fwain, the youth of low degree;
Let meeknefs join'd its temperate beam difplay
'Tis the mild verdure that endears the tree.
Pity the fandal'd fwain, the fhepherd's boy;
He fighs to brighten a neglected name;
Foe to the dull appulfe of vulgar joy,
He mourns his lot; he wishes, merits fame.
In vain to groves and pathless vales we fly;
Ambition there the bowery haunt invades ;
Fame's awful rays fatigue the courtier's eye,
But gleam still lovely through the checquer'd shades. Vainly, to guard from love's unequal chain,
Has fortune rear'd us in the rural grove; -Should ****'s eyes illume the defart plain, Ev'n I may wonder, and ev'n I must love. Nor unregarded fighs the lowly hind;
Though you contemn, the gods refpect his vow; Vindictive rage awaits the fcornful mind, And vengeance, too fevere! the gods allow. On Sarum's plain I met a wandering fair; The look of forrow, lovely ftill fhe bore: Loose flow'd the foft redundance of her hair, And, on her brow, a flowery wreath she wore. Oft stooping as fhe ftray'd, the cull'd the pride Of every plain; fhe pillag'd every groye! The fading chaplet daily fhe fupply'd,
And ftill her hand fome various garland wove.
Erroneous fancy fhap'd her wild attire ;
From Bethlem's walls the poor lymphatic stray'd; Seem'd with her air her accent to conspire,
When, as wild fancy taught her, thus fhe faid:
"Hear me, dear youth! oh hear an hapless maid,
Sprung from the scepter'd line of ancient kings!
Scorn'd by the world, I ask thy tender aid;
Thy gentle voice fhall whisper kinder things.
The world is frantic-fly the race profane-
Nor I, nor you, fhall its compaffion move;
Come friendly let us wander, and complain,
And tell me, fhepherd! haft thou seen my love?
My love is young-but other loves are young;
And other loves are fair, and fo is mine;
An air divine difclofes whence he fprung;
He is my love, who boasts that air divine.
No vulgar Damon robs me of my rest,
Ianthe liftens to no vulgar vow;
A prince, from gods defcended, fires her breast
A brilliant crown diftinguishes his brow.
What, fhall I ftain the glories of my race?
More clear, more lovely bright than Heíper's beam? The porcelain pure with vulgar dirt debase ? Or mix with puddle the pellucid stream ?
See through these veins the fapphire current shine! 'Twas Jove's own nectar gave th' etherial hue: Can base plebeian forms contend with mine! Display the lovely white, or match the blue?
What bands of black ideas fpread their wings!
The peaceful regions of content invade !
With deadly poifon taint the crystal springs !
With noifome vapour blaft the verdant shade!
I know their leader, fpleen; and dread the fway
Of rigid Eurus, his detefted fire;
Through one my blossoms and my fruits decay ;
Through one my pleafures and my hopes expire.
Like fome pale ftripling, when his icy way
Relenting yields beneath the noontide beam,
I ftand aghaft; and chill'd with fear furvey
How far I've tempted life's deceitful stream !
Where, by remorfe impell'd, repuls'd by fears,
Shall wretched fancy a retreat explore?
She flies the fad prefage of coming years,
And forrowing dwells on pleasures now no more!
Again with patrons and with friends she roves ;
But friends and patrons never to return!
She fees the nymphs, the graces, and the loves,
But fees them, weeping o'er Lucinda's urn.
She vifits, Ifis! thy forfaken streami,
Oh ill forfaken for Baotian air!
She deems no flood reflects fo bright a beam,
No reed fo verdant, and no flowers fo fair.
She dreams beneath thy facred fhades were peace,
Thy bays might ev'n the civil storm repel;
Reviews thy focial blifs, thy learned ease,
And with no chearful accent cries, farewel!
Farewel, with whom to these retreats I stray'd!
By youthful sports, by youthful toils ally'd!
Joyous we fojourn'd in thy circling fhade,
And wept to find the paths of life divide.
She paints the progress of my rival's vow;
Sees every Mufe a partial ear incline;
Binds with luxuriant bays his favour'd brow,
Nor yields the refuse of his wreath to mine.
She bids the flattering mirror, form'd to please,
Now blast my hope, now vindicate despair;
Bids my fond verse the love-fick parley cease;
Accufe my rigid fate, acquit my fair.
Where circling rocks defend fome pathlefs vale,
Superfluous mortal, let me ever rove!
Alas! there echo will repeat the tale
Where fhall I find the filent fcenes I love?
Fain would I mourn my luckless fate alone;
Forbid to please, yet fated to admire;
Away my friends! my forrows are my own!
Why should I breathe around my fick defire?
Bear me, ye winds, indulgent to my pains,
Near fome fad ruin's ghaftly fhade to dwell!
There let me fondly eye the rude remains,
And from the mouldering refuse, build my
Genius of Rome! thy proftrate pomp display!
Trace every difmal proof of fortune's power;
Let me the wreck of theatres furvey,
Or penfive fit beneath fome nodding tower.
Or where fome duct, by rolling feasons worn,
Convey'd pure ftreams to Rome's imperial wall,
Near the wide breach in filence let me mourn;
Or tune my dirges to the water's fall.
Genius of Carthage! paint thy ruin'd pride;
Towers, arches, fanes, in wild. confufion ftrewn
Let banish'd Marius, lowering by thy fide,
Compare thy fickle fortunes with his own.
Ah no! thou monarch of the ftorms! forbear!
My trembling nerves abhor thy rude controul;
And scarce a pleafing twilight foothes my care,
Ere one vaft death like darkness fhocks my
Forbear thy rage-on no perennial base
Is built frail fear, or hope's deceitful pile;
My pains are fled-my joy refumes its place,
Should the fky brighten, or Meliflà smile.
He repeats the fong of COLLIN, a difcerning fhepherd; lamenting the ftate of the woollen manufactory.
"Ergo omni ftudio glaciem ventofque nivales,
"Quo minus eft illis curæ mortalis egeftas,
“Avertes: victumque feres.”
EAR Avon's bank, on Arden's flowery plain, A* tuneful fhepherd charm'd the liftening wave; And funny Cotfol' fondly lov'd the ftrain;
Yet not a garland crowns the shepherd's grave!
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