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

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…

Whilst round in wild rotations hur… These glittering forms I view, Methinks the busy restless world Is pictured in a few. So may the busy world advance,

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,

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…

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,

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…

Urit spes animi credula mutui.-Ho… Imitation. Fond hope of a reciprocal desire Inflames the breast. ’Twas not by beauty’s aid alone

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…

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…

On fair Asteria’s blissful plains… Where ever-blooming fancy reigns, How pleased we pass the winter’s d… And charm the dull-eyed Spleen aw… No linnet, from the leafless bough…

Of all that gives politeness birth… Of all that claims to please, In motion, manners, or in mirth, The surest source is ease. With silent step, and graceful air…

So rude and tuneless are thy lays, The weary audience vow ’Tis not th’ Arcadian swain that… But ’tis his herds that low.

When bright Ophelia treads the gr… In all the pride of dress and mien… Averse to freedom, mirth and play, The lofty rival of the day; Methinks, to my enchanted eye,

Thus Damon sung-What though unkno… Umbrageous coverts hide my Muse a… Or mid the rural shepherds flow my… Amid the rural shepherds, I am fr… To view sleek vassals crowd a stat…