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Here where the mountains, lefs'ning as they rise,
AUTUMN, V. I. p. 23.
THE DEATH OF DAPHNE.
THYRSIS. YE gentle Muses, leave your cryftal spring ; Let Nymphs and Sylvans cypress garlands bring : Ye weeping Loves, the stream with myrtles hide, And break
bows as when Adonis died; And with your golden darts, now useless grown, Inscribe a verfe on this relenting stone : “Let nature change, let heav'n and earth deplore, “ Fair Daphne’s dead, and love is now no more !"
'Tis done and Nature's various charms decay: See gloomy clouds obscure the chearful day! Now hung with pearls the dropping trees appear, Their faded honours scatter'd on her bier. See where, on earth, the flow'ry glories lie ! With her they flourish'd, and with her they die. Ah, what avail the beauties Nature wore ? Fair Daphne's dead, and beauty is no more!
WINTER, V. 1. p. 26.
MESM E S SI A H. NO more the rising Sun shall gild the morn, Nor ev’ning Cynthia fill her filver horn; But loft, diffolv'd in thy fuperior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded blazė, O'erflow thy courts: the Light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine ! The seas fall waste, the kies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away; But fix'd his word, his saving power remains; Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own Messiah reigns !
MESSIAH, v. 1. p. 36.
WINDSOR FOREST". THE groves of Eden, vanilh'd now so long, Live in description, and look green in song: These, were my breast inspir'd with equal flame, Like them in beauty, should be like in fame. Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, Here earth and water seem to strive again; Not, chaos-like, together crush'd and bruis’d, But, as the world, harmoniously confus'd, Where order in variety we fee, And where, though all things differ, all agree. Here waving groves a chequer'd scene display, And part admit, and part exclude the day; As fome coy nymph her lover's warm address Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress. B 3
There, interspers’d in lawns and op’ning glades,
WINDSOR FOREST, V. 1. p. 39
THE CH A CE.
NOW Cancer glows with Phæbus' fiery car : The youth rush eager to the fylvan war, Swarm o'er the lawns, the forest walks surround, Rouze the fleet hart, and cheer the op'ning hound. Th’impatient courser pants in ev'ry vein, And pawing, feems to beat the distant plain : Hills, vales, and floods, appear already croft, - And ere he starts, a thousand steps are lost. See the bold youth strain up the threat’ning steep, Rush through the thickets, down the vallies sweep, Hang o'er their coursers' heads with eager speed, And earth rolls back beneath the flying steed.
IBID. P. 454
THE TRANSFORMATION OF LODONA.
ABOVE the rest a rural Nymph was fam'd, Thy offspring, Thames! the fait Lodona nam’d;
(Lodona's fate, in long oblivion caft,-
She said, and melting as in tears she lay,
IBID. p. 46.
RETIREM E N T.
HAPPY! next him who to these shades retires, Whom Nature charms, and whom the Muse inspires; Whom humbler joys of home-felt quiet please, Successive study, exercise, and ease. He gathers health from herbs the forest yields, And of their fragrant physic spoils the fields; With chemic arts exalts the min’ral pow'rs, And draws the aromatic souls of flow’rs ; Now marks the course of rolling crbs on high ; O’er figur'd worlds now travels with his eye;