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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...
Ah! ego non aliter tristes evincer… Optarem, quam te sic quoque velle… On every tree, in every plain, I trace the jovial spring in vain; A sickly langour veils mine eyes,
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…
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
So rude and tuneless are thy lays, The weary audience vow ’Tis not th’ Arcadian swain that… But ’tis his herds that low.
Insensible of soft desire, Behold Colemira prove More partial to the kitchen fire Than to the fire of Love. Night’s sable clouds had half the…
Let Sol his annual journeys run, And when the radiant task is done, Confess, through all the globe, 't… To match the charms that Celia sh… And should he boast he once had se…
Sed neque Medorum silvae, ditissi… Nec pulcher Ganges, atque auro tu… Laudibus Angligenum certent; non… Totaque thuriferis Panchaia pingu… Imitation.
Martial. O Fortune! if my prayer of old Was ne’er solicitous for gold, With better grace thou may’st allo… My suppliant wish, that asks it no…
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…
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 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…
Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay, Whose flocks never carelessly roam… Should Corydon’s happen to stray, Oh! call the poor wanderers home. Allow me to muse and to sigh,
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…
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…