Then, with him, o'er hills and mountains, Fearless taste the crystal fountains; Peaceful fleep beneath the grove. Ruftics had been more forgiving; ODE ODE to a Young Lady, Somewhat too follicitous about her manner SU of expreffion. URVEY, my fair! that lucid stream Would art attempt, or fancy dream, To regulate its winding way ? So pleas'd I view thy fhining hair Survey again that verdant hill, With native plants enamel'd o'er; As vain it were, with artful dye, To change the bloom thy cheeks disclose; With fresh vermilion paint the rofe. Hark, how the wood-lark's tuneful throat Can every study'd grace excel; Let art constrain the rambling note, And will fhe, LAURA, please fo well? Oh ever keep thy native ease, For LAURA's voice is form'd to please, NANCY NANCY of of the the VAL E. A BALL A D. Nerine Galatea! thymo mihi dulcior Hybla! HE western sky was purpled o'er THI With every pleasing ray: And flocks reviving felt no more When from an hazle's artless bower Soft-warbled STREPHON'S tongue; "Let fops with fickle falfhood range . While weeping maids lament their change, But endless bleffings crown the day I faw fair ESHAM'S dale! And every bleffing find its way TO NANCY of the Vale. 'Twas Diffus'd her lovely beams; Soft as the wild-duck's tender young, Fresh as the bordering flowers, her bloom: Was never half fo blue. Her shape was like the reed fo fleek, Her dimpled smile, her blufhing check, Far in the winding Vale retir'd, And shadowing rocks, and woods confpir'd That nature in fo lone a dell Should form a nymph so sweet! Or fortune to her fecret cell Conduct my wandering feet! Gay |