5 If complaints thy foul can move, Or mufic charm, the voice of love! Turn, and stop impending fate. OVER earth, and fea, and sky, Bid thy airy heralds fly; With each balm which nature yields, From the gardens, groves, and fields, 10 From each flow'r of varied hue, From each herb that fips the dew, From each tree of fragrant bloom, Bid the gales their wings perfume; Till each living sweetness rise, Mild as ev'ning's hurnid ray, Yet awful as the blaze of day. CELIA if the fates reftore, Love and beauty weep no more : But if they fnatch the lovely prize, All that's fair in CELIA dies. 15 2Q 25 To To a little GIRL whom I had offended; H An ODE, Written at Twelve Years of Age, OW long fhall I attempt in vain Thy fmiles, my angel, to regain ? THAT goldfinch, with her painted wings, WHEN next Mamma shall prove fevere, Nor tear thy heart with broken fighs: Think, while that tender breast they strain, SHOULD SHOULD but thy fair companions view, How ill that frown becomes thy brow; With fear and grief in ev'ry eye, Each would to each, aftonish'd, cry, Heav'ns! where is all her fweetness flown! Trs done, 'tis done; my cherub fmiles, Ah! ftill be kind, and I'll be bleft! 15 20 25 T To LESBIA. Trandated from CATULLUS. HO' four loquacious age reprove, Let us, my LESBIA, live for love : Bu But we, when when fleeting life is o'er To fleep one long eternal night. GIVE me of kiffes balmy store, Ten thoufand, and ten thousand more ; Till number fink in multitude T e can tell Left our full bliss should limits know, A TRANS A TRANSLATION of An Old ScoTTISH SONG. (INCE robb'd of all that charm'd SIN Of all my foul e'er fancied fair, Ye smiling native scenes, adieu ! Ye vales, which to the raptur'd eye of my view, Disclos'd the flow'ry pride of May; Where, heedlefs oft how far I ftray'd, And pleas'd my ruin to pursue ; I fung my dear, my cruel maid Adieu for ever! ah! adieu! 5 10 Ye |