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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…
Yes, these are the scenes where wi… But short was her sway for so love… In the bloom of her youth to a clo… In the bloom of her graces too fai… Ill-grounded, no doubt, a devotion…
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…
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
When bright Roxana treads the gre… In all the pride of dress and mien… Averse to freedom, love, and play, The dazzling rival of the day; None other beauty strikes mine eye…
O Health! capricious maid! Why dost thou shun my peaceful bow… Where I had hope to share thy pow… And bless thy lasting aid? Since thou, alas! art flown,
Urit spes animi credula mutui.-Ho… Imitation. Fond hope of a reciprocal desire Inflames the breast. ’Twas not by beauty’s aid alone
O grief of griefs! that Envy’s fr… Should rob the living virtue of it… O foolish Muses! that with zeal a… To deck the cold insensate shrine… When the free spirit quits her hum…
Why o’er the verdant banks of Ous… Does yonder Halcyon speed so fast… ’Tis all because she would not los… Her favourite calm, that will not… The sun with azure paints the skie…
Why will you my passion reprove? Why term it a folly to grieve? Ere I shew you the charms of my l… She is fairer than you can believe… With her mien she enamours the bra…
Nec tantum Veneris, quantum studi… Imitation. Insensible of soft desire, Behold Colemira prove More partial to the kitchen fire
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…
Insanis; omnes gelidis quaecunqne… Sunt tibi, Nasones Virgiliosque v… ~Mart. Imitation. —Thou know’st not what thou say’st…
How pleased within my native bower… Erewhile I pass’d the day! Was ever scene so deck’d with flow… Were ever flowers so gay? How sweetly smiled the hill, the v…
Adieu, ye jovial Youths! who join To plunge old Care in floods of w… And, as your dazzled eyeballs roll… Discern him struggling in the bowl… Nor yet is hope so wholly flown,
