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Or fleeps one colder in his clofe clay-bed
Than t'other in the wide vault's dreary womb?
Hither let Lux'ry lead her loofe-rob'd train, Here flutter Pride on purple-painted wings, And from the moral profpect learn—how Vain The Wish that Sighs for Sublunary Things!
0 'ER moorlands and mountains, rude, barren, and As wilder'd and weary'd I roam, (bare,
A gentle young fhepherdefs fees my defpair,
Yei!ow sheaves from rich Ceres her cottage had crown'd,
Her cafement fweet woodbines crept wantonly round,
We fat ourfelves down to a cooling repast,
While thrown from my guard by fome glances fhe cast,
1 told my foft wiihe6; fhe fweetly reply'd, (Ye Virgins! her voice was divine!)
*' I've rich oneUrcjected, and great ones deny'd,
Her air was fo modest, her afpect fo meek,
I kifs'd the ripe rofes that glow'd on her check,
Now jocund together we tend a fV « flieep,
And if by yon' prattler, the flr(-:ms ReclinM on her bofom.I link ;j i(fleep,
Her image still foftens my dream.
Together we range o'er the flow-riling hills.
Delighted with pastoral views,
And point out new themes for my Mufe.
The damfel's of humble defcent:
And fhepherds have nam'd her Content.
THE VISIONS OF FANCY,
IN FOUR ELEGIES.
CHILDREN of Fancy, wither are ye fled i
Where have ye borne those hope-enliven'd hours,
That once with myrtle garlands bound my head,
In yon fair vale, where blooms the beechen grove,
To thefe fond arms you led the tyrant Love,
My lyre, that, left a; carelefs distante, hung
Light on fome pale branch of the ofier lhade, To lays of amorous blandilhment you strung,
And o^er my fleep the lulling mufic play'd. "Rest, gentle youth! while on the quivering breeze
"Slides to thine ear this fostly breathing strain; ** Sounds that move fmoother than the steps of eafe,
"And pour oblivion in the ear of pain.
*' In this fair vale eternal fpring fhall fmile,
"And Time onenvjoUS crown each rofeate hour;
"Eternal joy Dial! every care beguile,
"breathe in each gale, and bloom in every flower.
"This filver stream, that down its crystal way,
"Shall, still the fame, in funny mazes play,
"Unfading green shall thefe fair groves adorn;
"Those living n-.eads immortal Bo wets unfold; '* In rofy fmiles fnail rife each blusning morn,
"And every evening clofe in clouds of gold,
"The tender Loves that watch thy ilumbering rest,
'* And round thee flowers aud balmy myrtles strew, *' Shail charm, thro' all approaching life, thy breast,
"With joys for ever pure, for ever new. "''he genial power that fpeeds the golden dart,
"'Each charm of' tender pa'lioii shall infpire; ** With fond affection611 the mutual heart,
"And feed the tlamc of ever-young Deiire. ** Come, gentle Lovt-s! your myrtle garlands bring;
*t The fmiling bower with eluster'd rofes fpread;
V Come, gentle Airs! with incenfe-dropping wing, "The breathing fweets of vernal odour Ihed.
"Hark, as the strains of fwelling malic rife,
"Aufpicious glories beam along the ikies,
"And powers unfeen the happy moments hail!
"Extatic hours! fo every distant day
** Like this ferene on downy wings fhall move;
"Rife crown'd with joys that triumph o'er decay, ** The faithful joys of Fancy and of Love."
A.ND were they vain, thofe foothing lays ye fung!
Children of Fancy! yes, your fong was vain; On each foft air though rapt Attention hung
And Silence listen'd on the steeping plain.
The strains yet vibrate on my ravisliM ear,
Though now the vifionary fcenes appear
Mirror of life! the glories thus depart
Of all that Youth, and Love, and Fancy frame,
When painful anguilh fpeeds the piercing dart,
Nurfe of wild wiihes, and of fond desires,
To fcenes where Peace in Ruin's arms expires
Go, Syren, go; thy charms on others try;
My beaten bark at length has reach'd the lhore:
Yet on the rock my dropping garments lie;
Come, gentle Quiet! long-neglected maid!
O come, and lead me to thy mossy cell; There unregarded in the peaceful shade,
With culm Repofe and Silence let me dwell.
Come happier hours of fweet unanxious rest,
When Peace lhall clafp me to her plumy breast,
But chief, thpu goddefs of the thoughtlefs eye,
Whom never cares or, passions difcompofe, O blest infenfibility, be nigh,
And with thy foothing hand my weary eyelids clofe. Then fhall the cares of Love and Glory ceafe,
And all the fond anxieties of Fame; Alike regardlefs in the arms of Peace,
If thefe extol or thofe debafe a name.
In Lyttleton though all the mufes praife,
His generous praife shall then delight no more,
Nor the fweet magic of his tender lays
Shall touch the bofom which it charm'd before.
Nor then, though Malice with insidious guife
Nor then, though Envy broach her blackening lies,
O state to be desir'd 1 when hostile rage
Prevails in human more than favage haunts;
When man with man eternal war will wage,