When first, Philander, first I ca… Where Avon rolls his winding stre… The nymphs, how brisk, the swains,… To see Asteria, queen of May! The parsons round her praises sung…

Madam,- Though rude the draughts, though a… From one unskill’d in verse, or in… Oft has good-nature been the fool’… And honest meaning gilded want of…

A ballad. Written about the time… Come listen to my mournful tale, Ye tender hearts and lovers dear! Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh… Nor need you blush to shed a tear.

What village but has sometimes see… The clumsy shape, the frightful mi… Tremendous claws, and shagged hair Of that grim brute yclept a bear? He from his dam the learn’d agree,

Part first. Perhaps some cloud eclipsed the da… When thus I tuned my pensive lay: The ship is launch’d-we catch the… On life’s extended ocean sail:

Of all that gives politeness birth… Of all that claims to please, In motion, manners, or in mirth, The surest source is ease. With silent step, and graceful air…

‘See, Daphne, see!’ Florelio crie… ‘And learn the sad effects of prid… Yon shelter’d rose, how safe conce… How quickly blasted when reveal’d! ‘The sun with warm attractive rays

No more, ye warbling birds! rejoic… Of all that cheer’d the plain, Echo alone preserves her voice, And she-repeats my pain. Where’er my lovesick limbs I lay

Come then, Dione, let us range th… The science of the feather’d choir… Hear linnets argue, larks descant… And blame the gloom of solitude, n… My doubt subsides-'tis no Italian…

Hail curious wights, to whom so fa… The form of mortal flies is! Who deem those grubs beyond compar… Which common sense despises. Whether o’er hill, morass or mound…

Born near the scene for Kenelm’s… I take my plaintive reed, and rang… And raise my lay, and bid the rock… The savage force of empire, and of… Fast by the centre of yon various…

Go, tuneful bird! that gladd’st th… To Daphne’s window speed thy way, And there on quivering pinions ris… And there thy vocal art display. And if she deign thy notes to hear…

[Upon the Plan of Xenophen’s Jud… SLOTH Hither, dear Boy, direct thy wand… ’Tis here the lovely Vale of Plea… Debate no more—to me thy self resi…

Caetera per terras omnes animalia,… Imitation. All animals beside, o’er all the e… On distant heaths, beneath autumna… Pensive I saw the circling shade…

To Mr. Graves, 1745. Ah me! what envious magic thins my… What mutter’d spell retards their… Such lessening fleeces must the sw… That e’er with Doric pipe essays…