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HAIL, beaut'ous ftranger of the grove !
Now heav'n repairs thy rural feat,
What time the daify decks the green,
Delightful vifitant! with thee
The school-boy, wand'ring through the wood
Starts, the new voice of fpring to hear,
And imitates thy lay.
What time the pea puts on the bloom,
Thou fly'ft thy vocal vale,
An annual gueft in other lands,
Sweet bird thy bow'r is ever green,
Thou haft no forrow in thy fong,
THE RURAL DIALOGUE.
MY pretty maids, fo blithe and gay,
"With crook and fcrip, whence come you, "pray?"
We come, fir, from the neighb'ring hill,
'Close by the fount of this clear rill.
There, in a little tuft of green, Our father's ftraw-roof'd cot is feen, 'Beneath that dear, tho' narrow, shed, 'We, fifters all, were born and bred. 'Our bus'nefs is to tend our flocks, In yonder vale o'erhung with rocks; When fed, we drive them home at eve; 'So now, kind fir! we take our leave.' "O what must be the favour'd place, "That yields fuch charms and native grace, "As ruftic weeds no more can fhrowd "Than noon-day's fun, an envious cloud! "Love's genuine progeny you feem, "From each fair face fuch pleasures beam. "Well might it grieve your beauties rare "To wafte themielves on defert air, "When courts and cities would delight "To give them to the public fight! "But tell me, do you feel content, "Within thefe lonely regions pent?" 'More true content within us dwells, While roving in the flow'ry dells,
Than fills the breafts of ladies great, 'While dancing in the rooms of state. No wealth we want, or fine array; Flow'rs are enough to make us gay.'
THE BITER BIT.
Certain PRIEST had hoarded up,
But where he might beftow it safe,
At laft, it came into his head,
Within the chancel, and he wrote
A merry grigg, whofe greedy mind,
Took out the GOLD, and blotted out
THE TEARS OF AMYNTA.
ON a bank, befide a willow,
Heav'n her cov'ring, earth her pillow,
Sad AMYNTA figh'd alone:
From the cheerlefs dawn of morning
DAMON, my belov'd, is gone!
Who fo liv'd and lov'd as we!
Never fhall we curfe the morning,
To befriend me;
LOVE and DAMON are no more!
AS once young CUPID went aftray,
I took his bow and shafts away,
And faft his pinions bound.
At CHLOE's feet my spoils I caft,
But ah! that fmile fuch fresh supplies
CUPID AND HIS TUTOR.
SLUMB'RING beneath the shade I lay, Oppreft by Sol's meridian ray, When to my eyes, in vision bright, Appear'd the queen of foft delight; Young CUPID in her hand fhe led, Who bashful hung his little head: "Here, gentle fwain!" the goddess cry'd, "My boy's maturer ftudies guide; "Teach him to ftrike the founding lyre, "And love of facred bards infpire.' She faid:--with awe I took the child, And, by his modeft looks beguil'd, Began to read with afpect fage, My lecture on great HOMER's page, Explain'd the THEBAN's devious line, And dwelt on MARO's verfe divine. The giddy boy with flight regard Run o'er each grave majestic bard, And faid he would my pains repay By teaching me his fav'rite lay. Then careless fung of loves and fmiles, His wanton pranks, his mother's wiles,
Of mortal and immortal flames,
SWEET beaut'ous fair, tho' from thee torn,
Forget'ft thou when we wander'd o'er,
Or rang'd the woodland wilds along,
Sweet maid! with thee I'd live and die. Ah! where is now each image gay, The hand which fairy-fancy wove, Of painted fpring's elyfian day,
When mutual happiness we'd prove? Ceafe, cruel mem'ry! recal no more Thofe fcenes which loft, I now deplore; Thou only mak'ft a wretch to know, While from his charming SALLY's fide; Eternal grief and pain betide,
A heart replete with care and woe.