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…

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…

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…

To Mr. Jago. Ah me, my Friend! it will not, wi… This fairy scene, that cheats our… The charm dissolves; th’ aerial mu… The banquet ceases, and the vision…

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…

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

Nec tantum Veneris, quantum studi… Imitation. Insensible of soft desire, Behold Colemira prove More partial to the kitchen fire

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

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…

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;

Vide Shakspeare. Beneath a churchyard yew, Decay’d and worn with age, At dusk of eve methought I spied Poor Slender’s Ghost, that whimpe…

Hail curious wights, to whom so fa… The form of mortal flies is! Who deem those grubs beyond compar… Which common sense despises. Whether o’er hill, morass or mound…

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…

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…