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From Love, from angry Love’s incl… I pass awhile to Friendship’s equ… Thou, generous Maid! reliev’st my… And cheer’st the victim of another… ’Tis thou, Melissa, thou deserv’s…
Insanis; omnes gelidis quaecunqne… Sunt tibi, Nasones Virgiliosque v… ~Mart. Imitation. —Thou know’st not what thou say’st…
So dear my Lucio is to me, So well our minds and tempers blen… That seasons may for ever flee, And ne’er divide me from my friend… But let the favour’d boy forbear
O Memory! Celestial maid! Who glean’st the flowerets cropt b… And, suffering not a leaf to fade, Preserv’st the blossoms of our pri… Bring, bring those moments to my m…
I ne’er must tinge my lip with Ce… The pomp of India must I ne’er di… Nor boast the produce of Peruvian… Nor with Italian sounds deceive t… Down yonder brook my crystal bever…
He Arrives at His Retirement in… To a Friend For rural virtues, and for native… I bade Augusta’s venal sons farew… Now 'mid the trees I see my smoke…
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…
Health to my friend, and many a ch… Around his seat may peaceful shade… Smooth flow the minutes, fraught w… And, till they crown our union, ge… Ah me! too swiftly fleets our vern…
Again the labouring hind inverts t… Again the merchant ploughs the tum… Another spring renews the soldier’… And finds me vacant in the rural c… As the soft lyre display’d my wont…
[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…
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…
O’er desert plains, and rushy mere… And wither’d heaths I rove; Where tree, nor spire, nor cot, ap… I pass to meet my love. But, though my path were damask’d…
’Twas always held, and ever will, By sage mankind, discreeter To anticipate a lesser ill Than undergo a greater. When mortals dread disease, pain,
Urit spes animi credula mutui.-Ho… Imitation. Fond hope of a reciprocal desire Inflames the breast. ’Twas not by beauty’s aid alone
Aliusque et idem. (Another and the same). When Tom to Cambridge first was s… A plain brown bob he wore; Read much, and look’d as though he…
