Devouring time, with stealing pace, The gentle godhead can remove; Twin-born, from heaven together came : Love will the univerfe controul, When dying feafons lofe their name; Divine abodes fhall own his pow'r, When time and death fhall be no more. MY § 20. Song. PARNELL. Y days have been fo wondrous free, With careless eafe from tree to tree Afk gliding waters if a tear Of mine increas'd their ftream? Are fix'd upon my thought. O teach a young unpractis'd heart The very thought of change I hate As much as of defpair; 'Tis true, the paffion in my mind Upon the green the virgins wait, Strike up the tabor's boldest notes, He quits the tufted green: Fond bird! 'tis not the morning breaks, 'Tis Kate of Aberdeen. Now lightfome o'er the level mead, For fee, the rofy May draws nigh; She claims a virgin Queen; 'Tis Kate of Aberdeen! NOT $22. Song. JOHNSON. the foft fighs of vernal gales, The murmurs of the cryftal rill, In lovely Stella all combine, And, lovely Stella! thou art mine. Delia. A Paftoral. And failing down the filver tide, But not fo fweet, blithe Cupid knows, As Delia is to me. The roles that my brow furround Were natives of the dale; My vital bloom would thus be froze, For what the root is to the rose, My Delia is to me. Two doves I found, like new-fall'n fnow, Such mutual blifs as turtles prove, § 24. Song. AKENSIDE. THE shape alone let others prize, The features of the fair! I look for fpirit in her eyes, And meaning in her air. A damafk check, and iv'ry arm, A face where awful honour fhines, The tenderness of love. Thefe are the foul of beauty's frame, But, ah! where both their charms mite, Of pow'r to charm the greatest woe, $25. Song. On Young Olinda. WHEN innocence and beauty meet, To add to lovely female grace, Ah, how beyond expreffion fweet Is ev'ry feature of the face! By virtue ripen'd from the bud, The flow'r angelic odours breeds; The fragrant charms of being good Makes gaudy vice to finell like weeds. O facred Virtue! tune my voice With thy infpiring harmony; Then I fhall fing of rapt rous joys, Which fill my foul with love of thee. 3 To lafting brightness be refin'd, 26. Song. From the Lapland Tr THOU rifing fun, whofe gladfome ray O were I fure my dear to view, I'd climb that pine-tree's topaoft bough My Orra Moor, where art thou laid? Nor STEEL My blifs too long my bride denies, No longer then perplex thy breaft; $27. Song. The Midfummer Wib. CROXALL WAFT me, fome foft and cooling breeze, To Windfor's fhady kind retreat; And ftem thy gently rolling tide. Lay me, with damask roses crown'd, § 28. Song. Mifs WHATELEY. OME, dear Paftora, come away I COM And hail the cheerful spring; Now fragrant bloffoms crown the May, And woods with love-notes ring: Now Phoebus to the weft defcends, And theds a fainter ray; And, as our rural labour ends, We blefs the clofing day. In yonder artless maple bow'r, On earth's foft lap reclin'd: Within this breaft no foft deceit, But truth, fcarce known among the great, On pride's falfe glare I look with scorn, And all its glitt'ring train; Be mine the pleasures which adorn Come then, my fair, and with thy love The lily fades, the rofe grows faint, Their tranfient bloom is vain; But lafting truth and virtue paint Paftora of the plain. § 29. Song. COME, dear Amanda, quit the town, And to the rural hamlets fly; Behold, the wintry ftorms are gone, A gentle radiance glads the sky. The birds awake, the flow'rs appear, Earth spreads a verdant couch for thee; 'Tis joy and mufic all we hear ! 'Tis love and beauty all we see ! Come, let us mark the gradual spring, How peep the buds, the bloffom blows, Till Philomel begins to fing, And perfect May to spread the rofe. Let us fecure the short delight, And wifely crop the blooming day; For foon, too foon, it will be night, Arife my love, and come away. HASTE, my rein-deer, and let us nimbly go Our amorous journey through this dreary waste : Hafte, my rein-deer! fill, ftill thou art too flow; Impetuous love demands the lightning's hate. Around us far the rufhy moors are fpread; Soon will the fun withdraw his cheerful ray, Darkling and tir'd we fhall the marshes tread, No lay unfung to cheat the tedious way. The wat'ry length of these unjoyous moors Docs all the flow'ry meadows pride excel; Through thefe I fly to her my foul adores; Ye flow'ry meadows, empty pride, farewel! Each moment from the charmer I'm confin'd, My breaft is tortur'd with impatient fires; Fly, my rein-deer, fly fwifter than the wind, Thy tardy feet wing with my fierce defires. Our pleafing toil will then be foon o'erpaid, And thou, in wonder loft, fhalt view my fair, Admire each feature of the lovely maid, Her artless charms, her bloom, her sprightly air. W 31. Song. Arno's Vale. Earl of MIDDLESEX *. WHEN here, Lucinda, first we came, Where Arno rolls his filver ftream, How blithe the nymphs, the fwains how gay ! Content infpir'd each rural lay. The birds in livelier concert fung, The grapes in thicker clufters hung; All look'd as joy could never fail Among the fweets of Arno's vale. But fince the good Palemon died, The chief of thepherds, and their pride, Now Arno's fons must all give place To northern men, an iron race. The tafte of pleasure now is o'er; Thy notes, Lucinda, please no more; The mufes droop, the Goths prevail ! Adieu, the fweets of Arno's vale! Charles Sackville, afterwards Duke of Dorfet. It was written at Florence in 1737, on the death of John Gafton, the laft Duke of Tuscany of the houfe of Medici; and addreffed to fignora Mufcovita, a finger, a favourite of the author's. aa 3 And 833. Song. The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd. Sir W. RALEIGH. IF all the world and love were young, And truth in ev'ry fhepherd's tongue, Where my faireft and I, on its verge as wept (For 'tis the that muft ftill be my theme) Our shadows may view on the watery glass, While the fish are at play in the ftream. May the herds ceafe to low, and the lambkins bleat, When the fings me fome amorous fuain; Let the nightingale warble its notes in our Around us our boys and girls frolic and plav: How pleafing their iport is, the wanton one k And borrow their looks from my Jeffe and me. To try her fweet temper, fometimes am I feen In revels all day with the nymphs on the gre Though painful ny abfence, my doubts the xguiles, And meets me at night with compliance and fimin. What though on her checks the rofe lofes its hae, Her wit and good-humour bloom all the ye through; Time ftill, as he flies, adds increase to her truth. And gives to her mindwhat he steals from her youth Ye fhepherds fo gay, who make love to enfrar And cheat with falfe vows the too-credulous far. In fearch of true pleafure how vaisly you roa To hold it for life, you must find it at home. main For the fake of good liquor, as well as for gain! Secure in the evening of fuch a repaft; By the force of his rays, and thus heated with wine, Confider how glorioufly Phoebus would shine; To fill all our veffels, and fill them again! Hob as great as a prince dancing after the plow! The birds in the air, as they play on the wing, That God or nature hath aflign'd: Yet full my mind forbids to crave. Though much I want that moft would have, Content I live, this is my stay ; I I feck no more than may faffice: And hatty climbers fooneft fall: Mithap doth threaten most of all: No fhape to win a lover's eye; a a 4 They |