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To the grove, or the garden, he strays,
And pillages every Tweet;
He throws it at PHYLLIS's feet. “ O PHYLLIS,” he whispers,
more fair, “ More sweet than the jesfamine’s flower! “ What are pinks in a morn to compare?
" What is eglantine after a low'r? “ Then the lily no longer is white;
“ Then the rose is depriv'd of its bloom, “ Then the violets die with despight,
“ And the woodbines give up their perfume.” Thus glide the soft numbers along,
And he fancies no shepherd his peer; --Yet I never should envy the song,
Were not PHYLLIS to lend it an ear.
SO Phyllis the trophy despise :
So they shine not in Phyllis's eyes.
Is a stranger to PARIDEL's tongue; - Yet may The beware of his art, Or sure I must envy the fong.
DISAPPOINTMENT. YE shepherds, give ear to my lay,
And take no more heed of my sheep: They have nothing to do but to stray ;
I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do not my folly reprove;
She was fair-and my passion begun; She smil'd-and I could not but love;
She is faithlefs-and I am undone.
Perhaps I was void of all thought :
Perhaps it was plain to forelee,
By a swain more engaging than me.
It banishes wisdom the while;
Seems for ever,adorn'd with a smile.
Yet that witness the woes I endure; Let reason instruct you to shun
What it cannot instruct you to cure. Beware how you loiter in vain
Amid nymphs of an higher degree : It is not för ine to explain
How fair, and how fickle, they be. Alas! from the day that we met,
What hope of an end to my woes? When I cannot endure to forget
The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain :
The flow'r, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain,
In time may have comfort for me. The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rose,
The found of a murmuring stream, The peace which from folitude flows,
Henceforth shall be corY DON's theme. High transports are shown to the fight,
But we are not to find them our own;
As I with my PHYLLIS had known.
To your deepeft recesses I fly;
I would vanish from every eye.
reed Mall resound through the grove With the same fad complaint it begun ; How she smil'd, and I could not but love;
Was faithless, and I am undone.
Rejoicing in the eaft. The lessening cloud,
'Tis by thy fecret, strong, attractive force,
Informer of the planetary train !
By thee sublim'd, down to the daily race,
The vegetable world is also thine,
pomp precede That waits thy throne, as thro' thy vast domain, Annual, along the bright ecliptic road, In world-rejoicing state it moves sublime. Meantime th' expecting nations, circled gay With all the various tribes of foodful earth, Implore thy bounty, or send grateful up A common hymn: while, round thy beaming car, High-seen, the seasons lead, in sprightly dance Harmonious knit, the rosy-finger'd hours, The zephyrs floating loose, the timely rains, Of bloom ethereal the light-footed dews, And soften’d into joy the furly storms. These, in fucceffive turn, with lavish hand, Show'r ev'ry beauty, ev'ry fragrance show'r, Herbs, flow'rs, and fruits; till, kindling at thy touch, From land to land is flush'd the vernal year.
Nor to the surface of the enliven'd earth,
Th’unfruitful rock itself, impregn'd by thee,
From thee the sapphire, solid ether, takes
The very dead creation, from thy touch
TO THE MEMORY OF A FAITHFUL SLAVE
HERE a poor fable fon of woe
Doth from oppression reft,
And now, in heav'n, makes bleft.
The choir of heav'n to join, Many a nabob then will with
For INNOCENce like thine.