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Laid on a daisy sprinkled green,
Beside a plaintive stream,
Indulged this solemn theine.
Ye cliffs in hoary grandeur pild
High o’er the gliminering dale!
Soft fighs the saddening gale ;
By wilder'd fancy sway'd,
Gleam through the chequer'd shade!
To you, ye wastes, whose artless charms
Ne'er drew ambition's eye,
To your retreats I fly;
Let me my woes resign,
Leans on her ivy'd frine.
How shall I woo thee, matchless fair!
Thy heavenly smile how win!
And stills each storm within !
Thine ardent vot'ry bring,
Serene on filent wing.
Oft Oft let remembrance foothe his mind ODE FOR LADY
With dreams of former days,
He carol'd sprightly lays:
When pleasure toy'd with truth,
Had harm'd his simple youth.
'Twas then, O solitude, to thee
His early vows were paid,
Devoted to the shade.
In stormy paths to roam,
O take thy wanderer home.
Henceforth thy awful haunts be mine!
The long-abandon'd hill;
O'er hangs the darksome rill;
Breaks from the rustling boughs, And down the lone vale fails away
To ihades of deep repose.
O while to thee the woodland pours
Its wildly warbling song,
The zephyr breathes along;
Let no rude found invade from far,
foot be nigh,
Flash on the startled eye.
Yet if some pilgrim ʼmid the glade
Thy hallow'd bowers explore,
And listen to his lore.
That wean from earthly woe,
That chains this heart below.
For me, no more the path invites
Ambition loves to tread ;
By guileful hope misled :
To mirth’s enlivening strain ;
And all the past is vain,
WHILE some vain muse, deluded with the
Her feftive garland brings,
Attentive while he sings :
years should run their course so fast, And that thy peerless charms have but few more
Sure in fair Albion's land was never seen
Limbs of such cast as thine ;
In spite of their carmine. Not B-y's cheek boasts more becoming hue, Complexion you have, paragon'd by few, A countenance as sweet as either F-s or C-W.
How evidently thro’ the clothes
Yet know, the full-blown Aow'r is shortly clos'd,
Fall tasteless, and decay ;
Its lillies die away.--
What then shall S-e do? -No, God forbid !
Chill vestals out of date;
Repented—when too late :