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NANCY of the VALE.

A BALLA D.

• Nerine Galatea ! thymo mihi dulcior Hybla !

Candidior Cygnis ! hederâ formosior albâ!”

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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;
Never breast with jewels laden

Pour a song so void of care.
Would indulgent heaven had granted

Me Inme rural damsel's part !
All the empire I had wanted

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.

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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 :
And flocks reviving felt no more

The fultry heats of day.
When from an hazle's artlesó bower

Soft warbled Strephon's tongue ;
He bleft the scene, he bleft the hour,

While Nancy's praise he sung. " Let fops with fickle falsehood range

The paths of wanton love,
While weeping maids lament their change,

And fadden every grove ;
But endless blellings crown the day

saw fair Elham's daic ! And every blessing find its way

To Nancy of the Vale.
'Twas from Avona's banks the maid

Diffus'd her lovely beams ,
And every shining glance display'd

The Naiad of the ftreams,
Soft as the wild-duck's tender young,

That floats on Avon's tide ;
Bright as the water-lily, sprung,

And glittering near its fide. Freíh as the bordering flowers, her bloom :

Her eye, all mild to view :
The little halcyon's azure plume

Was never half so blue.
Her shape was like the rced so fleek,

So taper, ftrait, and fair ;
Her dimpled smile, her blushing cheek,

How charming sweet they were !
Far in the winding vale retir'd,

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;
Or fortune to her secret cell

Conduct my wandering feet!
Gay lordlings fought her for their bride,

But she would ne'er incline,
“ Prove to your equals true, she cry'd,

As I would prove to mine. 'Tis Strephon, on the mountain's brow,

Has won my right good will ;
To him I gave my plighted vow,

With him I'll clima the hill."
Struck with her charms and gentle truth,

i clafp'd the constant fair; To her alone I gave my youth,

And vow my future care.

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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?
Oh ever keep thy native ease,

By no pedantic aw corsin'd!
For Laura's voice is form’d to please,

do Laura's words be not unkind.

And

And when this vow shall faithkfs prove,

Or I those charms forego;
The stream that saw our tender love,

That stream shall cease to flow.

ODE to IN DOLENCE. 1750.

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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;
Thou yet might'lt act the friendly part ;
Thou yet might'lt raise this languid heart;

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;
And though with purest hand. I raise
A rural altar to thy p: aise,

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;
Enabling him, with idle noise,
To drown the Muse’s melting voice,

And fright the timorous game.

Is thought thy foe? adieu,
Ye midnight lamps ! ye curious tomes !
Mine eye o'er hills and valleys roams,

And deals no more with you.

Is it the clime you flee?
Yet, ’midft his unremitting snows,
The poor Laponian's bofom glows;

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!
What since have all my labours found,
Thus climbing life, to gaze around,

That can thy loss repay?
Wert thou, alas! but kind,
Methinks no frown that fortune wears,
Nor lessen'd hopes, nor growing cares,

Could sink my chcarful mind.

Whate'er my stars include;
What other breasts convert to pain,
My towering mind shall soon disdain,

Should scorn--lligratitude !

Repair this mouldering cell,
And bleft with objects found at home,
And envying none theirfairer dome,

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,
The types of many a pleasing Ice:e:
But to preserve them bright or clean,
Is thine, fair Queen! alone.

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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;'
Fitting up her Library. 1738. Aftcria smiles and all is gay.

Hence let the muse no more presume,
H! what is science, what is art,

To blame the winter's dreary gloom;
Or what the
easure these impart;

Accuse his loitering hours no more;
Ye trophies, which the learn'd pursue

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
How rare that object which supplies

With pride recal this winter's day.
A charm for too discerning eyes !
The polith'd bard, of genius vain,
Endures a deeper sense of pain :
As each invading blaft devours

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
Where are our humbler tenets flown?

Of yon refulgent (treams !
What strange perfection bids us own
That bliss with toilsome science dwells,

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.
“ Come, gentle air ! my languid limbs restore,
And bid me welcome from the Stygian fhore:

For sure I heard the tender fighs,
Upon a VISIT to the same, in WIN.
TER, 1748.

I seem'd to join the plaintive cries
of hapless youths, who through the myrtle grove

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.

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To fence for you my ma ly grove,

And scollop every winding shore;
And fringe with every purple rose,
The fapphire Aream that down my valley flows ?

Ah! lovely treacherous maids !
To quit unseen my votive shades,
When pale disease, and torturing pain,
Had torn me from the breezy plain,
And to a restless couch confin'd,
Who nc'er your wonted tasks decliu'd.
She needs not your officious aid
To swell the song, or plan the shado;

By genuine fancy fir'd,
Her native genius guides her hand,
And while she marks the fage command,
More lovely scenes her skill shall raise,
Her lyre resount with nobler lays

Than ever you inspird.
Thus I may rage and grief display ;
But vainly blame, . and vainly mourn,
Nor will a Grace or Muse return

Till Luxborough lead the way,

To a LADY, with some coloured Pat

terns of Flowers, Oct. 7, 1736.

MADAM,

Come, gentle air! and thou, celestial Muse,

Thy genial fame infuse ;
Enough to lend a pen Give bofom'aid,

And gild retirement's gloomy shade ;

Enough to rear such rustic lays
As focs may flight, but partial friends will praise."

The gentle air allow'd my claim ;
And, more to chear my drooping frame,
She mix'd the balm of opening flowers;
Such as the bee, with chemic powers,
From Hybla's fragrant hills inhales,

Or scents Sabea's blooming vales.
But ah! the nymphs that heal the penfive mind

By prescripts more refin'd,
Negled their votary's anxious moan
Oh, how should they relieve !--The Muses all

were flown.
By flowery plain, or woodland shades,
I fondly sought the charming maids;
By woodland shades, or flowery plain,
I sought them, faithless maids! in vain !

When lo ! in happier hour,
I leave behind my native mead.
To range where zcal and friend hip lead,

To visit Luxborough's honour'd bower.
Ah foolish man ! to seek the tuneful maids
On other plains, or near less verdant shades;
Scarce have my foot-Iteps press’d the favour'd

ground,
When sounds etherial strike my ear ;
"At once celestial forms appear ;

My fugitives are found !
The Muses here accune their lyres,
Ah partial! with unwonted fires ;
Here, hand in hand, with careless mien,

The sportive Craces trip the green.
But whilft I wander'd o'er a scene so fair,

Too well at one survey I trace,
How every Muse, and every Grace,

Had lorg employ'd their care.
Lurks not a stone enrich'd with lively stain,

Blooms not a flower amid the vernal store,
Falls not a plume on India's distant plain,

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 :
Others had grac'd the sprightly dome,

und taught the portrait where to glow ;
Uthers arrang'd the curious tome ;
Or, mid the decorated space,

Align d the laurel'd but a place,
And given to learning all the pomp of Mow.

And now from every task withdrawn,
They met and frisk'd it o'er the lawa.

Ah! woe is me, said I ;
Anil* * "'s hi'ly circuit heard my cry,
Have I for this, with labour Atrove,

And lavila'd all my little ftore

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HOUGH rude the draughts, though art less

seem the lines,
From one urskillid in verse, or in designs ;
Oft has good- ature been the fool's desence,
And honest meaning gilded want of fenic,
Fear not, though flowers and beauty grace my

lay,
To praile one fair, another shall decay.
No lily, bright vith painted foliage, here,
Shall only languish, when Sclinda's near :
A Fate revers d'no finiling rose fhall know,
Nor with reflectea luttre doubly glow.
Praises which languish when apply'd to you,
Where flattering Schemes frem obviously true.

Yet sure your sex is near to flowers ally'd,
Alike in foliness, and alike in pride :
Foes to reireat, and ever fond to thine,
Both ruth to canyer, and the ihades deciine ;
Expos’d, the short-liv'd pageints of a day;
To painted Aies or glittering fops a prey:
Chang'd with each wind, nor one short day the

fanie,
Each clouded sky'affes their tender frame,
In glaring Chioc's man-like taste and miin,
Grethe gross splendors of the Tulip seen:
Distant they ítrike, inelegaatly gay,
To the near view no plcaling charnis display,
To form the nymph, a vulgair wit must ;vin,
As coarser soils will most the flower refine.
Ophelia's beautics lec thc Jasmine paint,
Tou fainily fuft, too nicely elegant.

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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.
The mosly grotto, or the flowery lawn!

A vagrant Muse drew nigh, and found
Though roseate scents in every wind exhale, The subtile traitor fast asleep ;.
And sylvan warblers charm in every gale.

And is it thine to snore profound,
Of those be her's the choice, whom all approve;

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 blind to none's perfections but her own:
Whilst, humble fair! of these too few she knows, Sleep on, poor child! whilft I withdraw
Yet owns too many for the world's repose :

And thisthy vile artillery hide
From wit's wild petulance serenely free,

When the Caitalion fount the faw, Yet bleft in all that nature can decree.

And p'ung'd his arrows in the tides

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