Near Avon’s bank, on Arden’s flow… A tuneful shepherd charm’d the lis… And sunny Cotsol’ fondly loved th… Yet not a garland crowns the sheph… Oh! lost Ophelia! smoothly flow’d…

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…

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…

The morn dispensed a dubious light… A sudden mist had stolen from sigh… Each pleasing vale and hill; When Damon left his humble bowers… To guard his flocks, to fence his…

Sed neque Medorum silvae, ditissi… Nec pulcher Ganges, atque auro tu… Laudibus Angligenum certent; non… Totaque thuriferis Panchaia pingu… Imitation.

Auditæ voces, vagitus et ingens, Infantunque animæ flentes in limine primo. Virg.ADVERTISEMENT What particulars in Spenser were imagined most proper for the author’s imitationon this oc...

Say, gentle Sleep! that lov’st th… Parent of dreams! thou great Magi… Whence my late vision thus endures… Thus haunts my fancy through the g… The silent moon had scaled the vau…

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

When bright Ophelia treads the gr… In all the pride of dress and mien… Averse to freedom, mirth and play, The lofty rival of the day; Methinks, to my enchanted eye,

Ye shepherds give ear to my lay, And take no more heed of my sheep: They have nothing to do but to str… I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do not my folly reprove;

No more the Muse obtrudes her thi… No more with awkward fallacy compl… How every fervour from my bosom fl… And Reason in her lonesome palace… Ere the chill winter of our days a…

Ye gentle Nymphs and generous Dam… That rule o’er every British mind… Be sure ye soothe their amorous fl… Be sure your laws are not unkind: For hard it is to wear their bloom

Whilst round in wild rotations hur… These glittering forms I view, Methinks the busy restless world Is pictured in a few. So may the busy world advance,

Well, Ladies—so much for the trag… And now the custom is to make you… To make us smile!—methinks I hear… Why, who can help it, at so strang… The captain gone three years!-and…

’Twas in a cool Aonian glade, The wanton Cupid, spent with toil… Had sought refreshment from the sh… And stretch’d him on the mossy soi… A vagrant Muse drew nigh, and fou…