Grots, statues, urns, and Jo-n's dog and bitch : Ne village is without, on either side, All up the silver Thames, or all adown; 51 Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are eyed Vales, spires, meandering streams, and Windsor's towery pride. III. WALLER. ON A LADY SINGING TO HER LUTE. FAIR charmer, cease! nor make your voice's prize, A heart, resign'd, the conquest of your eyes: he: A poet made the silent wood pursue : This vocal wood had drawn the poet too. 10 ON A FAN Of the Author's design, in which was painted the story of Cephalus and Procris, with the motto-Aura, Veni. • COME, gentle air!' the Eolian shepherd said, 5 10 Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives; gives: She views the story with attentive eyes; And pities Procris, while her lover dies. IV. COWLEY. THE GARDEN. 5 FAIN would my Muse the flowery treasures sing, There the green infants in their beds are laid, 15 And vernal honors to their autumn join; 20 Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid, WEEPING. WHILE Celia's tears make sorrow bright, Thus from the ocean first did rise; These silver drops, like morning dew, Foretell the fervor of the day: The stars that fall from Celia's eye, The baby in that sunny sphere So like a Phaëton appears, That Heaven, the threaten'd world to spare, 5 10 15 V. EARL OF ROCHESTER. ON SILENCE. SILENCE! Coeval with eternity; Thou wert, ere Nature's self began to be: 'Twas one vast nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee. Thine was the sway, ere heaven was form'd or earth; Ere fruitful Thought conceived creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth. Then various elements, against thee join'd, 6 In one more various animal combined, And framed the clamorous race of busy humankind. The tongue moved gently first, and speech was low, 10 Till wrangling science taught it noise and show; And wicked wit arose, thy most abusive foe. But rebel wit deserts thee oft in vain : Lost in the maze of words, he turns again, And seeks a surer state, and courts thy gentle reign. Afflicted sense thou kindly dost set free, And routed reason finds a safe retreat in thee. 15 |