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Near Percy-lodge, with awe-ftruck mien,
And aid each other's fair design;
Nature exalt the mound where art fhall build; Art shape the gay alcove, while nature paints the
Begin, ye fongfters of the grove!
Let no harsh difonance difturb the morn,
Unless her candour not exclude
The lowly fhepherd's votive ftrain,
Who tunes his reed amidft his rural chear,
Fearful, yet not averfe, that Somerfet fhould hear.
ODE to MEM OR Y. 1748.
Memory! celeftial maid !
Who glean'ft the flowerets cropt by time s
And, fuffering not a leaf to fade,
Preferv'ft the bloffoms of our prime; Bring, bring those moments to my mind When life was new, and Lefbia kind.
And bring that garland to my fight,
With which my favour'd crook the bound; And bring that wreath of roses bright Which then my feftive temples crown'd. And to my raptur'd ear convey
The gentle things fhe deign'd to say.
And sketch with care the Mufe's bower,
That fhines on Cherwell's verdant fide;
The fong it 'vails not to recite
But fure, to foothe our youthful dreams,
And paint that fweetly vacant scene,
I breath'd in verfe one cordial vow :
On thee the drooping Mufe attends; As fome fond lover, robb'd of fight,
On thy expreffive power depends;
Nor would exchange thy glowing lines,
But let me chase those vows away
Thofe anxious moments, ill repaid:
And bring the whittle that I blew.
Then will I mufe, and penfive fay,
While innocence allow'd to waste!'
The PRINCESS ELIZABETH: A BALLAD alluding to a ftory recorded of her, when she was prifoner at WOODSTOCK, 1554. WILL you hear how once repining
Great Eliza captive lay?
Each ambitious thought refigning,
While the nymphs and fwains delighted
Tript around in all their pride; Envying joys by others flighted, Thus the royal maiden cry'd.
"Bred on plains, or born in vallies, Who would bid thofe fcenes adieu? Stranger to the arts of malice,
Who would ever courts purfue?
Malice never taught to treafure,
How can they of humble ftation
Which allows them all to love?
Love like air is widely given;
Power nor chance can these restrain;
Trueft, nobleft gifts of heaven!
Peers can no fuch charms difcover,
Said to fade when Chloe's near;
Hark to yonder milk-maid finging
Chearly o'er the brimming pail;
Then had been my fhepherd's heart.
Peaceful fleep beneath the grove.
Ruftics had been more forgiving;
ODE to a young LADY, Somewhat too folicitous about her manner of
SURVEY, my fair! that Jucid stream,
Adown the fmiling valley stray;
Would art attempt, or fancy dream,
To regulate its winding way?