His House, embosom'd in the Grove, Where Thames reflects the visionary scene: Shall call the fmiling Loves, and young Defires; There, ev'ry Grace and Muse shall throng, Exalt the dance, or animate the fong; There Youths and Nymphs, in confort gay, Shall hail the rifing, clofe the parting day. With me, alas! those joys are o’er; For me the vernal garlands bloom no more. Adieu! fond hope of mutual fire, The ftill-believing, ftill-renew'd defire; Adieu! the heart-expanding bowl, And all the kind Deceivers of the foul! But why? ah tell me, ah too dear! Steals down my cheek th'involuntary Tear? Why words fo flowing, thoughts fo free, Stop, or turn nonfenfe, at one glance of thee? Thee, dreft in Fancy's airy beam, Abfent I follow thro' th'extended' Dream; Now, now I feize, I clafp thy charms, And now you burft (ah cruel!) from my arms; And swiftly shoot along the Mall, Or foftly glide by the Canal, Now fhown by Cynthia's filver ray, And now, on rolling waters fnatch'd away. LIBER N O DE IX. E forte credas interitura, quae IV. Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidum Non ante vulgatas per artes Verba loquor focianda chordis; Non, fi priores Maeonius tenet Nec, fi quid olim lufit Anacreon, Aeoliae fidibus puellae. Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona Part of the NINTH ODE Of the FOURTH BOOK. EST you should think that verse shall die, L Which founds the Silver Thames along, Taught, on the wings of Truth to fly Tho' daring Milton fits fublime, Sages and Chiefs long fince had birth And Thofe, new Heav'ns and Syftems fram'd. Vain was the Chief's, the Sage's pride! |