Debitae nymphis opifex coronae.-H… Imitation. Constructor of the tributary wreat… For rural maids. Bring, Flora, bring thy treasures…

Yes; Fulvia is like Venus fair, Has all her bloom, and shape, and… But still, to perfect every grace, She wants-the smile upon her face. The crown majestic Juno wore;

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,

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

From a lone tower, with reverend i… The pealing bell awaked a tender s… Still, as the village caught the w… A swelling tear distream’d from ev… So droop’d, I ween, each Briton’s…

DECLINING AN INVITAT… While others, lost to friendship,… Waste their best minutes on a fore… Be mine, with British nymph or sw… And court the Genius of my native…

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…

Thou sacred nymph! whose pious car… Pours from thine urn this mineral… Whose healing draughts, like cryst… In pleasing murmurs here distil. Who guid’st the stream, and joy’st…

The lovely Delia smiles again! That killing frown has left her br… Can she forgive my jealous pain, And give me back my angry vow? Love is an April’s doubtful day;

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…

Caetera per terras omnes animalia,… Imitation. All animals beside, o’er all the e… On distant heaths, beneath autumna… Pensive I saw the circling shade…

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…

While orient skies restore the day… And dew-drops catch the lucid ray; Amid the sprightly scenes of morn Will aught the Muse inspire? Oh! peace to yonder clamorous horn

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…

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…