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Ny tender wife, sweet soother of my care !
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, [door, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span; Oh give relief, and Heaven will bless your store!
FROM polish'd circles of the fair, From gilded domes and tainted air, Where Pleasure's toilsome, Silence loud, Retirement but from crowd to crowd; Where Love but drives a trade at best (An Alley-broker He profess’d), Not giving corresponding hearts, But chaffering with his golden darts ; Where innocence the world amazes, Her face scarce known in public places : But choosing still at home to share One corner of St. James's SquareFar hence permit the simple swain To lead thee to the guiltless plain,
Where Phæbe, innocent and gay,
Nor scornfully wilt thou disdain The shepherd's pastime, pure though plain. Thou (whose well-cultivated mind, Nor for enjoyment too refin'd, Nor others' woes to feel too wise, Knows all but Nature to despise) Serene shalt teach the madding train, False pleasure is but real pain; Superior to her Siren-song, Prudent thou glid'st the stream along, Not careless of the baits of youth, But steady to the pilot, Truth. With her upon the helm advanc'd, In purer joys thou sitt’st intranc'd, And seest with pity and amaze The voluntary herds, that graze
Th' enchanted shores of Circe's isle,
Lady, from all their painted pride,
ODE TO MELANCHOLY.
HAIL, queen of thought sublime! propitious
O bear me, Goddess, to thy peaceful seat! Whether to Hecla’s cloud-wrapt brow convey'd, Or lodg’d where mountains screen thy deep retreat, Or wand'ring wild through Chili's boundless
Say, rove thy steps o'er Libya's naked waste?