While the nymphs and fwains delighted Bred on plains, or born in vallies, Stranger to the arts of malice, Who would ever courts pursue ? Malice never taught to treasure, Cenfure never taught to bear; Love is all the shepherd's pleasure; Love is all the damfel's care. How can they of humble ftation Vainly blame the pow'rs above? Or accuse the difpenfation Which allows them all to love? Love like air is widely given; Pow'r nor chance can these restrain; Trueft, nobleft gifts of heaven! Only pureft on the plain! Peers Peers can no fuch charms difcover, Pinks and rofes in profufion, Said to fade when Chloe's near; Fops may use the fame allufion, But the fhepherd is fincere. Hark to yonder milk-maid finging Cowflips all around her springing, Would indulgent heav'n had granted All the empire I had wanted Then had been my fhepherd's heart, Then, with him, o'er hills and mountains, Peaceful sleep beneath the grove. Ruftics had been more forgiving; XXXX XXXXXXXXX*XXX} ODE to a Young Lady, Somewhat too follicitous about her manner of Exprefs. By the Same. URVEY, my fair! that lucid stream SURV Adown the fmiling valley ftray; Would art attempt, or fancy dream, So pleas'd I view thy fhining hair Survey Survey again that verdant hill, Inftruct one flow'r to please us more? As vain it were, with artful dye, To change the bloom thy cheeks disclose, And oh may Laura, ere she try, With fresh vermilion paint the rose. Hark, how the wood-lark's tuneful throat Let art constrain the rambling note, Oh ever keep thy native ease, By no pedantic laws confin'd! For Laura's voice is form'd to please, VER SES Written towards the clofe of the Year 1748, to WILLIAM LYTTELTON, Efq; By the Same. HOW blithely pafs'd the fummer's day! How bright was every flow'r! While friends arriv'd, in circles gay, To vifit Damon's bow'r. But now, with filent step, I range Along fome lonely shore; And Damon's bow'r, alas the change! gay with friends no more. Is gay Away to crowds and cities borne To weep the parting year! O penfive |