He only joys to urge the chase, In vain (for him) to winter's gloom In vain each bush begins to bloom, The blackbird, warbling to the throng, But you, my fair one, better know For him who charm'd your ears, shall flow When you the wanton's acts recite, The muse, whom nature's charms delight, Shall join the plaintive theme. ` Westminster Magazine. SONG. O, BARRA vale, gay joy was mine When first thy rural shades I knew ; I deem'd my native fields divine, Till joy and hope together flew : Ah! then while love the heart invades, Before the eye all beauty fades; So faded now, I bid farewell To early bliss, and Barra vale. O, Barra vale, beneath thy shades O, Barra vale, when torn away From ev'ry scene to pleasure dear; And doom'd in distant climes to stray, Chaste fancy still will linger here: The lovely seats of youth to view, The hope of banish'd joys renew; On ev'ry tender thought to dwell, Of early bliss, and Barra vale. COLIN. How long shall hapless Colin mourn Thy beauties, O divinely bright! Yet, tho' I lov'd thee more than life; And sigh'd amid the distant shade. Few are the vales that Colin boasts, And few the flocks those vales do rove, Peter Pindar. LOVE TRIUMPHANT. NOISE, nonsense, and the town, adieu, Shall Damon for a moment's joy, His freedom, and his all, enslave? Woman shall ne'er those gifts destroy, Which bounteous nature frankly gave. Come, reason, all thy beauties show, But lo! my matchless fair draws nigh, If sprightly sense, with sweetness join'd, British Magazine. ODE TO HEALTH. THE Lesbian lute no more can charm, No more I breathe the tender sigh; Nor, when my beauteous swain appears, With down-cast looks and starting tears, Confess the lustre of his eye. With freedom blest, at early dawn And hail the sweet returning Spring; While peace and health their treasures bring. Come, lovely Health! divinest maid! To thee the rural shades belong; 'Tis thine to bless the simple swain, And, while he tries the tuneful strain, To raise the raptur'd poet's song. Behold the patient village hind! While guiltless pleasures fill his breast. |