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NANCY of the VALE.
A BALLA D.
• Nerine Galatea ! thymo mihi dulcior Hybla !
Candidior Cygnis ! hederâ formosior albâ!”
Peers can no such charms discover,
All in stars and garters drett, As, on Sundays, does the lover
Wich is nolegay on his breaft. Pinks and roses in profusion,
Said to fade when Chloe's near; Fops may use the same alluñon ;
But the shepherd is fincere. Hark to yonder milk-maid singing
Chearly o'er the brimming pail; Cowlips all around her fpringing
Sweetly paint the golden vale. Never yet did courtly maiden
Move so fprighdy look fo Fair;
Pour a song so void of care.
Me Inme rural damsel's part !
Then had been my thepherd's heart. The), with him, o'er hills and mountains,
Free from fetters, might I rove: Fearleis taste the cryital fountains;
Penecfuifleep beneath the grove. Ruitics had leen more forgiving;
Partial to my virgin bloom : None had envy'd me when living;
None had triumph'd o'er my tomb.
ODE to a young LADY,
Somewhat too folicitious about her man
ner of expreffion.
THE western sky was purpled o'er
With every pleating ray :
The fultry heats of day.
Soft warbled Strephon's tongue ;
While Nancy's praise he sung. " Let fops with fickle falsehood range
The paths of wanton love,
And fadden every grove ;
saw fair Elham's daic ! And every blessing find its way
To Nancy of the Vale.
Diffus'd her lovely beams ,
The Naiad of the ftreams,
That floats on Avon's tide ;
And glittering near its fide. Freíh as the bordering flowers, her bloom :
Her eye, all mild to view :
Was never half so blue.
So taper, ftrait, and fair ;
How charming sweet they were !
This peerless bud I found; And shadowing rock and woods conspir'd
To fence her beauties round. That nature in so lone a dell
Should from a nymph so sweet;
Conduct my wandering feet!
But she would ne'er incline,
As I would prove to mine. 'Tis Strephon, on the mountain's brow,
Has won my right good will ;
With him I'll clima the hill."
i clafp'd the constant fair; To her alone I gave my youth,
And vow my future care.
URVEY, my fair! that lucid fream,
Adown the smiling valley fray; Would art attempt, or fancy dream,
To regulate its winding way? So pleas'd I view thy shining hair
In loose disheveld ringlets flow : Not all thy art, not all thy c?re,
Can there one lingle grace bestow. Survey again that verdant hill,
With native plants enameild o'er; Say, can the painter s utmost skill
Instruct one flower to please us more į As vain it were, with artful dye,
To change the bloom thy cheeks disclose; And oh may Laura, cre she try,
With fresh vermilion paint the rose. Hark how the wood-lark's tuneful throat
tan every sudy'd grace excel; Let art constrain chc rambling note,
And will the, Laura, please io well?
By no pedantic aw corsin'd!
do Laura's words be not unkind.
And when this vow shall faithkfs prove,
Or I those charms forego;
That stream shall cease to flow.
ODE to IN DOLENCE. 1750.
H! why for ever on the wing
Persists my wearied soul to roam? Why, ever cheated, strives to bring
Or pleasure or contentment home? Thus the poor bird, that draws his name
From paradise's honour'd groves, Careless fatigues his little frame ;
Nor finds the resting place he loves. Lo! on the rural mofly bed
My limbs with careless ease reclin’d; Ah, gentle Roth! indulgent spread
The same soft bandage o'er my mind For why should lingering thought invade,
Yet every worldly prospect cloy? Lend me, soft sloth, thy friendly aid,
And give me peace, debarr'd of joy. Lov'st thou yon calm and filent flood,
That never ebbs, that never flows; Protected by the circling wood
Trom each tempestuous wind that blows ?. An altar on its bank shall rise,
Where oft thy votary shall be found; What time pale autumn lulls the skies,
And fickening verdurc fades around. Ye busy race, ye factious train,
That haunt ambition's guilty shrine ; No more perplex the world in vain,
But offer here your vows with mine. And thou, puissant queen! be kind :
If e'er i Mar'd thy balmy power ; If e'er I sway'd my active mind
To weave for thee the rural bower ; Disolve in sleep each anxious care;
Each unavailling figh remove; And only let me wake to hare,
The sweets of friendship and of love.
Age not forbids thy stay;
Why speed so swift away?
Thou scorn'st'the city-air; I breathe fresh gales o'er furrow'd ground, Yet hast not thou my wishes crown'd,
O false! O partial fair !
I plunge into the wave;
Thou wilt not deign to save.
Amid my well-known grove, Where mineral fountains vainly bear, The boasted name, and titles fair,
Why scorns thy foot to rove?
Thou hear's the sportsman's claim;
And fright the timorous game.
Is thought thy foe? adieu,
And deals no more with you.
Is it the clime you flee?
And shares bright 'rays from thee.
There was, there was a time, When, though I scorn’d thy guardian care, Nor made a vow, nor said a prayer,
I did not rue the crimc.
Who then more ble it than I ? When the glad school-boy's task was done, And forth, with jocund sprite, I run
To freedom, and to joy?
How jovial then the day!
That can thy loss repay?
Could sink my chcarful mind.
Whate'er my stars include;
Should scorn--lligratitude !
Repair this mouldering cell,
How pleas'd my soul should dwell;
Teimperance Mould guard the doors ; From room to room should memory Iray, And ranging all in neat array,
Enjoy her pleasing stores
There let them rest unknown,
couch I rose
TO a LADY of QUALITY,* The fields have lost their lovely dye;
Nu chearful azure decks the sky;
Yet till we bless the louring day;'
Hence let the muse no more presume,
To blame the winter's dreary gloom;
Accuse his loitering hours no more;
But ah ! their envious halte deplore ! Through endless fruitless coils adieu!
For foon, from wit and friendship's reign, What can the tedious tomes bestow,
The social hearth, the fprightly vein, To soothe the miseries they show ?
I go-to meet the coming year, What, like the bliss for him decreed,
On savage plains, and deserts drear! Who tends his flock, and tunes his reed !
I go-to feed on pleasures flown, Say, wretched fancy ! thus refin'd
Nor find the spring my loss atone ! From all that glads the simplest hind,
But 'mid the flowery sweets of May
With pride recal this winter's day.
An Irregular ODE after SICKNIS, The'richest fruits, the fairest flowers: 1
1749. Sages, with irksome waste of time,
Melius, cum venerit ipsa, canemus. The feep ascent of knowledge climb ; Then fron the towering heights they scale,
100 long a stranger to repose, Behold contentment range-the vale.
And wander'd forth alone; Yet why, Asteria, tell us why
To court once more the balmy breeze, We scorn the crowd, when you are nigh;
And catch the verdure of the trees, Why then does reason seem so fair,
Ere yet their charms were flown. Why learning, then, deserve our care ?
'Twas from a bank with pansies gay Who can unpleas'd your fhelves behold, While you so fair a proof unfold
I haild once more the chearful day,
The sun's forgotten beams : What force the brightest genius draws
O fun! how pleasing were thy rays. From polish'd wisdom's written laws ?
Reflected from the polish'd face
Of yon refulgent (treams !
Rais'd by che scene, my fecble tongue
Essay'd again the sweets of song : And happiest he, who molt excells ?
And thus, in feeble strains and flow,
The loitering numbers 'gan to flnw.
For sure I heard the tender fighs,
I seem'd to join the plaintive cries
Bewail for ever their unfinish'd love: N fair Alteria's blissful plains,
To that unjoyous clime,
Torn from the light of these etherial skies ; How pleas'd we pass the winter's day ;
Debarr'd the lustre of their Delia's cyes; And charn the dull ey'd spleen away!
And banish'd in their prime. No linnet, from the leafless bough,
Come, gentle air ! and, while the thickets bloom, Pours forth her note melodious now;
Convey the jasminc's breath divine ; But all admire Asteria's tongue,
Convey the woodbine's rich perfume, Nor with the linnet's vernal song.
Nor spare the sweet-leaft eglantine. No flower's emit their trar.üent rays :
And may'st thou fhun the rugged storm
Till health her wonted charms explain, Yet sure Asteria's wit displays More various tints, more glowing lincs,
With rural pleasure in her train, And with perennial beauty shines.
To greet me in her faireft form.
While from this lofty mount 1 view Though rified groves and fetter'd Atreams
The sons of wealth, the vulgar crew, But ill befriend a poet's dreams:
Anxious for futile gains beneath me stray, Asteria's presence wakes the lyrc; And well supplies poetic fire.
And seek with erring step contentment's obviou
way. * Lady Lu.borough.
To fence for you my ma ly grove,
And scollop every winding shore;
Ah! lovely treacherous maids !
By genuine fancy fir'd,
Than ever you inspird.
Till Luxborough lead the way,
To a LADY, with some coloured Pat
terns of Flowers, Oct. 7, 1736.
Come, gentle air! and thou, celestial Muse,
Thy genial fame infuse ;
And gild retirement's gloomy shade ;
Enough to rear such rustic lays
The gentle air allow'd my claim ;
Or scents Sabea's blooming vales.
By prescripts more refin'd,
When lo ! in happier hour,
To visit Luxborough's honour'd bower.
My fugitives are found !
The sportive Craces trip the green.
Too well at one survey I trace,
Had lorg employ'd their care.
Blooms not a flower amid the vernal store,
Glows not a shell on Adria's rocky shore, But, torn mechought from native lands and seas, From their arrangement gain freth power to
please. And some had bent the wildering maze,
Bedeck'd with every shrub that blow: ; And some entwin'd the willing sprays,
To shield th' illustrious dame's repose :
und taught the portrait where to glow ;
Align d the laurel'd but a place,
And now from every task withdrawn,
Ah! woe is me, said I ;
And lavila'd all my little ftore
HOUGH rude the draughts, though art less
seem the lines,
Yet sure your sex is near to flowers ally'd,
Around with seeming fan&ity endued,
Not like a fire, which, whilft it burns, alarms; The Passion-flower may best express the Prude. A modeft ftame, that gently shines and warms: Like the gay Rose, too rigid Silvia shines, Whose mind, in every light, can charms display, While, like its guardian thorn, her virtue joins-With wisdom serious, and with humour gay; Happy the nymph! from all their failures free, Just as her eyes in each bright posture warm, Hippy the nymph! in whom their charms agrec. And fiercely strike, or languishingly charm:
Such are your horrours—mention'd to your cost, Faint these produdions, till you bid disclose,
Those least can hear them, who deserve thene The Pink new splendors, and fresh tints the Rofe:
moft: And yet condemned not trivial draughts like these, Yet ah' forgive the less inventive Muse, Form'd to improve, and make ev'n trifles please. If e'er the fing, a copious theme must chuse. A power like yours minuter beauties warms, And yet can blast the most afpiring charms : Thus, at the rays whence other objects shine, The taper fickens, and its flames decline. When by your art the purple Violet lives, Written in a Flower Book of my ow And the pale Lily sprightlier charms receives : Garters to me fall glow inferior far,
Colouring, designed for Lady PlyAnd with less pleasing luftre shine the star.
Let serious trillers, fond of wealth or fame,' On toils like these bestow too soft a name;
of Debitæ nymphis opifex coronæ.” HOR. Each gentler art with wise indifference view, And scorn one trifle, milions to pursue :
BRING, Flora, bring thy treasures here, More artsui I, their specious schemes deride : The pride of all the blooming year; Fond to please you, by you in these employ d;
And let me, thencc, a garland frame, A nobler task, or more sublime defire,
To crown this fair, this peerless dame! Ambition ne'er could form, nor pride inspire :
But ah! since envious winter lours, The sweets of tranquil life and rural ease
And Heweli meads resign their flowers, Amuse securely, nor less justly please.
Let art and friendship joint essay Where gentle pleaasure shows her milder power, Diffuse their flowerets, in her way. Or blooms in fruit, or sparkles in the flower; Smiles in the groves, the raptur'd poet's theme ; Not nature can herself prepare Flows in the brcok, his Naiad of the steam; A worthy wreath for Lesbia's hair, Dawns, with each happier stroke the pencil gives, whose temper, like her forehead, smooth, And, in each livelier image, smiling lives; Whose thoughts and accents forni’d to soothe, Is heard, when Silvia frikes the warbling strings, whose pleasing mien, and make refin’d, Selinda speaks, or Philomela fings:
Whose arcless breast, and polish'd mind, Breathes with the morn; attends, propitious maid, From all the nymphs of plain or grove, The evening ramble, and the noon day glade; Deserv'd and won my Plymouth's love. Some visionary fair she cheats our view, Then only vigorous, when she’s seen like you. Yet nature some for sprightlier joys design'd, For brighter scenes, with nicer care, refin'd; When the gay jewel radiant streams fupplies, ANACREONTIC. 1738. And vivid brilliants meet your brighter eyes; When dress and pomp around the fancy play, By fortune's dazzling beauties borne away:
WAS in a cool Aonian glade, W! 9. theatres for you the scenes forego,
The wanton Cupid, spent with toil, And the box bows, obsequiously low:
Had fought refreshment from the shade; How dull the plan which indolence has drawn,
And Itretch'd him on the mossy soil.
A vagrant Muse drew nigh, and found
And is it thine to snore profound,
She said, yet leave the world to weep? And whom, but those who envy, all must love :
But hubh-from this auspicious hour, By pature modeld, by experience taught,
The world, I ween, may rest in peace; To know and pity every female fault :
And, robb’d of darts, and stript of power, Pleas'd ev'n to hear her sex's virtues shewn,
Thy peevish petulance decrease.
And thisthy vile artillery hide
When the Caitalion fount the faw, Yet bleft in all that nature can decree.
And p'ung'd his arrows in the tides