III. She is faithlefs, and I am undone ; What it cannot instruct you to cure. Amid nymphs of an higher degree: How fair, and how fickle they be. Alas! from the day that we met, The glance that undid my repose? The flow'r, and the fhrub, and the tree, V. The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rose, 1 The found of a murmuring stream, The peace which from Solitude flows, Henceforth fhall be Corydon's theme. High transports are fhewn to the fight, But we are not to find them our own; Fate never bestow'd fuch delight, As I with my Phyllis had known. VI. Qye Oye woods, fpread your branches apace; I would hide with the beafts of the chace; Yet my reed fhall refound through the grove INDEX To the Hon. Wilmot Vaughan, Esq; in Wales Epiftle to Thomas Hanmer Song Elegy to Mifs Dashwood Anfwer to ditto Monimia to Philocles Flora to Pompey 13 54 67 83 86 94 Vanity of Human Wishes Tears of old May-day Ode to Fancy The Monkies Epitaph Tranflated Verfes to Dean Swift Verfes written in a Garden 162 178 184 186 193 199 201 ibid. 203 206 Aufwer to a Love Letter 207 Anfver to a Lady who advised Retirement Address of the Statues at Stowe to Lord Cobham Qde on the Death of Mr. Felham Verfes written at Montauban in France 1750 209 210 212 217 |