To thee, fair Freedom! I retire, From flattery, cards, and dice, an… Nor art thou found in mansions hig… Than the low cot, or humble inn. ’Tis here with boundless power I…

Whate’er could Sculpture’s curiou… Whate’er the lavish hand of Wealt… These would I give-and every gift… That pleased my fair-but Fate den… Bless’d were my lot to feed the so…

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

Why mourns my friend? why weeps hi… That eye where mirth, where fancy,… Thy cheerful meads reprove that sw… Spring ne’er enamell’d fairer mead… Art thou not lodged in Fortune’s…

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…

I told my nymph, I told her true, My fields were small, my flocks we… While faltering accents spoke my f… That Flavia might not prove since… Of crops destroyed by vernal cold,

Shall Love alone for ever claim An universal right to fame, An undisputed sway? Or has not Music equal charms, To fill the breast with strange al…

He Takes Occasion, From the Fate… When Beauty mourns, by Fate’s inj… Hid from the cheerful glance of hu… When Nature’s pride inglorious wa… Hard is that heart which checks th…

How blithely pass’d the summer’s d… How bright was every flower! While friends arrived in circles g… To visit Damon’s bower! But now, with silent step I range

Will you hear how once repining Great Eliza captive lay, Each ambitious thought resigning, Foe to riches, pomp, and sway? While the nymphs and swains deligh…

‘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

Nec tantum Veneris, quantum studi… Imitation. Insensible of soft desire, Behold Colemira prove More partial to the kitchen fire

Thy verses, friend! are Kiddermin… And I must own you’ve measured ou…

While blooming Spring descends fr… By whose mild influence instant wo… From whose soft breath Elysian be… The sweets of Hagley, or the prid… Will Lyttleton the rural landscap…

Through the dim veil of evening’s… Near some lone fane, or yew’s fune… What dreary forms has magic Fear… What shrouded spectres Superstiti… But you, secure, shall pour your s…