I ODE to EVENING. By the Same. Faught of oaten ftop, or paftoral fong, May hope, chafte Eve, to footh thy modest ear, Like thy own folemn springs, Thy fprings, and dying gales, O NYMPH referv'd, while now the bright-hair'd fun O'erhang his wavy bed: While air is hufh'd, fave where the weak-ey'd bat, His fmall but fullen horn, As oft he rifes 'midft the twilight path, To breathe fome foften'd ftrain, Whose numbers ftealing thro' thy dark'ning vale, Thy genial lov'd return! For when thy folding ftar arifing fhews And many a Nymph who wreaths her brows with fedge, Prepare thy fhadowy car. Then lead, calm Vot'refs, where some sheety lake Reflect its laft cool gleam. But when chill bluft'ring winds, or driving rain, Views wilds, and fwelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires, The gradual dusky veil. While Spring fhall pour his fhow'rs, as oft he wont, Beneath thy ling'ring light; While fallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves; And rudely rends thy robes; So long, fure-found beneath the Sylvan fhed, Thy gentleft influence own, And hymn thy favʼrite name! VERSES VERSES written on a BLANK LEAF, By Lord LANSDOWN, when he prefented his Works to the Queen, 1732. A Mufe expiring, who with earliest voice, Made kings and queens, and beauty's charms her choice, Now on her death-bed, the laft homage pays, O Queen, to thee; accept her dying lays. So at th' approach of death the cygnet tries To warble one note more, and finging dies. Hail mighty Queen, whofe powerful smiles alone Command obedience and fecure the throne. Contending parties, and Plebeian rage, Had puzzled Loyalty for half an age: Conqu❜ring our hearts you end the long difpute; To Tory doctrines even Whigs refign, And in your perfon own the right divine. ADVICE to a Lady in AUTUMN. Α SSES milk, half a pint, take at feven, or before; At nine ftretch your arms, and oh! think when alone, Your prayers at an end, and your breakfast quite done; And with fenfe like your own, fet your mind for the day. wit: Name the first to the king, and the last to your love: Thus Thus cheerful with wisdom, with innocence gay, ; Those tears of the sky for the loss of the fun. On a Lady drinking the Bath-Waters. T HE gufhing ftreams impetuous flow, In hafte to DELIA's lips to go, And find at laft the blissful way Which thought may paint, tho' verse mayn't say. Too |