Their envy made the shepherd find So fet the lover free: No more he haunts the grove or stream, Ah Cælia! fly Sabina cry'd, Tho' neither love, we're both deny'd ; Now to support the fex's pride, Let either fix the dart. C Poor girl, fays Cælia, fay no more; For fhou'd the fwain but one adore, That fpite which broke his chains before, Wou'd break the other's heart. MY SONG. Y days have been fo wond'rous free, With careless ease from tree to tree. Were but as blefs'd as I. Afk Afk gliding waters, if a tear, Of mine increas'd their ftream? Or ask the flying gales, if e'er I lent one figh to them? But now my former days retire, The tender chains of fweet defire Are fix'd upon my thought. Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines ! Ye gentle echoes, breezy winds! Ye close retreats of love! With all of nature, all of art. Affift the dear defign; O teach a young, unpractis'd heart, To make my Nancy mine. The very thought of change I hate, As much as of despair; Nor ever covet to be great, Unless it be for her. W ANACREONTIC. HEN fpring came on with fresh delight, While eafy breezes, softer rain, That Nature went to meet with Love. Green was her robe, and green her wreath, Where-e'er the trod, 'twas green beneath. Where Where-e'er fhe turn'd, the pulses beat With new recruits of genial heat; And in her train the birds appear, To match for all the coming year. And vi'lets intermix'd a blue, She finds the boy she went to find; But all unfeather'd wait to fly. When they met, the Dame and Boy, Dancing Graces, idle Joy, Wanton Smiles, and airy Play, Conspir'd to make the fcene be gay; 'Tis thus, when spring renews the blood, Which fuits each proper turn of mind. For careful dames and frugal men, The fhafts are fpeckled by the hen. All |