Nor would exchange thy glowing lines, But let me chafe thofe vows away Thofe anxious moments, ill repaid: And bring the whistle that I blew. While innocence allow'd to wafte! The PRINCESS ELIZABETH: A BALLAD alluding to a story 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 station 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 Hark to yonder milk-maid finging Cowflips all around her springing Move fo fprightly, look fo fairg 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 expreffion. fair! that lucid stream, Adown the fmiling valley stray; Would art attempt, or fancy dream, 2 So So pleas'd I view thy fhining hair With native plants enamel'd o'er; To change the bloom thy cheeks difclofe With fresh vermilion paint the rofe. Hark how the wood-lark's tuneful throat Let art constrain the rambling note, And will the, Laura, please fo well? Oh ever keep thy native eafe, By no pedantic law confin'd! For Laura's voice is form'd to pleafe, NANCY of the VALE. A BALLA D. "Nerine Galatea! thymo mihi dulcior Hyblæ! "Candidior cygnis! hederâ formofior albâ!" T HE western sky was purpled o'er And flocks reviving felt no more When When from an hazle's artless bower Soft warbled Strephon's tongue; While weeping maids lament their change, And fadden every grove: But endless bleffings crown the day I faw fair Efham's dale! And every blessing find its way 'Twas from Avona's banks the maid And every fhining glance difplay'd Soft as the wild-duck's tender young, That floats on Avon's tide; Bright as the water-lily, fprung, Fresh as the bordering flowers, her bloom: Her eye, all mild to view; The little halcyon's azure plume Her fhape was like the reed so sleek, So taper, ftrait, and fair; Her dimpled fmile, her blufhing cheek, How charming fweet they were! Far |