« ZurückWeiter »
"Nor thee, the vagrants of the sield,
"The hamlet's little train behold; *e Their eyes to fweet oppression yield,
When thine the falling fliades untold, "Nor thee the hasty ftepherd heeds,
u When love has sill'd his heart with cares, "For flowers he rifles all the meads,
"For waking flowers—but thine forbears.
"Ah! waste no more that beauteous Moom
"Let fmiling funs thofe gems illume!
Soft as the voice of vernal gales,
That o'er the bending meadows blow,
Or streams that fteal through even vales,
Deep in her unfrequented bower,
Sweet Philomela pourM her strain; The bird of eve approval her flower,
And anfwered thus the anxious fwain :—
Live unfeen! By moon-light shades, in vallies green, Lovely flower, we'll live unfeen! Of our pleafures deem not lightly, Laughing day may look more iprightly, But I love the mo'est m en, Still I love the modest mien Of gentle Ev'ning fair, and her star-train'd queea. Didst thou, Shepherd never sind, jPleafure is of pensive kind?
Has thy cottage- never knows, ,
That fhe loves to live alone?
Dost thou not, at evening hour,
Feel fome'foft and fecret power.
Gliding o'er thy yielding mind,
Leave fweet ferenity behind;
While, all difarm'd, the cares of day
Steal through the falling gloom away?
Love to think thy lot was laid
In this undistinguiih'd lhade.
Far from the world's mfectious v$CWj
Thy little virtues fafely blew.
Go, and in day's more dangerous hour
Guard thy eniblematic flower.
HY loves my tlower, the fweetest flower,
Why, when the mead, the fpicy vale,
For never fure was beauty born
To live in death's deferted lhade! Come, lovely flower, my banks adorn, '' My banks for life and beauty made/*
From the Fables of Flora.
Thus Pity wak'd the tender thought.
And by her fweet perfuafion led To feize the hermit-flower I fought,
And bear her from her stony bed.
I fought—but fudden on mine ear
And fmote my heart with holy fear—
"From thee be far th' ungentle deed,
"Or take the fole remaining meed,
"The flower that crowns their former toil!
"Nor deem that flower the garden's foe,
** 'Tis Nature tells her to bestow
** For this, obedient Zephyrs bear
"Her light feeds round yon turret's mould, *( And undifpers'd by tempests there,
"They rife in vegetable gold. "Nor shall thy wonder wake to fee
"Such defert fcenes distinction crave; "Oft have they been, and oft fhall bo,
*« Truth's, Honour's Valour's, Beauty's grave.
"Where longs to fall that rifted fpire,
"As weary of th' infulting air; "The poet's thought, the warrior's sire,
"The lover's sighs are fleeping there.
** When that too shakes the trembling ground, Bom down by fome tempestuous lky.
And many a flumhering cottage round
"Startles—how still their hearts will lie! *' Of them who wrapt in earth fo cold,
'* No more the fmiling day fliall view, "Should many a tender tale he told;
"For many a tender thought is due. "Hast thou not feen fome lover pale,
*' When evening hrought the pensive hour, "Step flowly o'er the shadowy vale,
*' And stop to pluck the frequent flower?
** Thofe flowers he furely meant to strew
"On lost assection's lowly cell; *' Though there, as fond rememhrance grew,
"Forgotten, from his hand they fell.
"Has not for thee the fragrant thorn
"Been taught her sirst rofe to resign? *' With vain hut pious fondhefs horne
*' To deck thy Nancy's honour'd shrind? "'Tis Nature pleading in the hreast,
*' Fair memory of her works to find; "And when to fate fhe yields the rest,
"She claims the monumental mind. "Why, elfe, the o'er-grown paths of time,
"Would thus the letter' d fage explore, "With pain thefe crumhling ruins elimh,
K And on the douhtful fculpture pore? '* Why feelts he with unwearied toil,
*' Through Death's dim walks to urge his way, u Reclaim his long-asserted fpoil
u And lead Ohlivion into day?
'* 'Tis Nature prompts, by toil or fear
'* Unmov'd, to range through Death's domain:
"The tender parent loves to hear
"Treat not with fcorn his thoughtful hours,
"Nor take the fair enlivening flowers
Hail , queen of thought fublime! propitious pow'rF
Say, rove thy steps o'er Lybia's naked waste?
Fix'd on fome hanging rock's projected brow,