Ill can I bear the motley caft Yon fickening leaves retain ; At home unbleft, I gaze around, Thongh Thomfon, fweet defcriptive bard! Yet how should we the months regard, Ah lucklefs months, of all the reft, And fee, the swallows now disown The wood-nymph eyes, with pale affright, While hounds and horns and yells unite To drown the Mufe's reed. Ye fields with blighted herbage brown, Ye fkies no longer blue! Too much we feel from fortune's frown, you. 3 Where Where is the mead's unfullied green? The zephyr's balmy gale? And where fweet friendship's cordial mien, That brighten'd every vale? What though the vine disclose her dyes, And boast her purple store; He! he is gone, whofe moral ftrain Faft by the streams he deign'd to praise, To him a votive urn I raife; To him, and friendly love. Yes there, my friend! forlorn and fad, There leaves, in spite of Autumn green, To call forth flowers around. But But no kind funs will bid me share, Once more, his focial hour; LOVE AND MUSIC. Written at Oxford, when young. HALL Love alone for ever claim An undifputed fway? Or has not Mufic equal charms, To fill the breaft with ftrange alarms, The Thracian Bard, as Poets tell, His arts, no more than Love's, we find Drew brutes in crouds to hear. Whatever favourite paffion reign'd, In milder lays the Bard began; And And echoing charm'd the place : When Cymon view'd the fair-one's charms, Her ruby lips, and snowy arms, And told her beauties o'er: When love reform'd his awkward tone, The Bard now tries a fprightlier found, The foaring lark the note pursues; An equal power of Love I 've feen And chace his barking foe. Sometimes has Love, with greater might, When Silvia treads the fmiling plain, When Handel's folemn accents roll, If the her melting glances dart, Or he his dying airs impart, Our spirits fink away. Enough, enough! dear nymph, give o'er; Thus love or found affects the mind: For when Selinda's charms appear, I burn, I faint, I die! O N. COMPARISO N. "TIS by comparison we know Its proper fhare of praife: Did each a like perfection bear, Amidst the lucid bands of night, - But languishes amidst the blaze And praise the tuneful bird: But vainly might she strain her throat, Vainly exalt each fwelling note, Should Silvia's voice be heard. |