SONG XI. 1744. P ERHAPS it is not love, faid I, That melts my foul when FLAVIA's nigh; Where wit and fenfe like her's agree, One may be pleas'd, and yet be free. The beauties of her polifh'd mind, It is not love-averfe to bear Oh! when did wit fo brightly fhine And under friendship lurks defire. SONG Ο SONG XII. 1744. 'ER defert plains, and rufhy meers, Where tree, nor fpire, nor cot appears, But tho' my path were damask'd o'er My bufy thoughts would fly before, No fir-crown'd hills cou'd give delight, No pyramid's aerial height, Where mouldering monarchs lie. Unmov'd, should Eastern kings advance; Could I the pageant fee: Splendour might catch one scornful glance, SONG XIII. The SCHOLAR'S RELAPSE. B Y the fide of a grove, at the foot of a hill, Free I rang'd like the birds, like the birds free I fung, And DELIA's lov'd name fcarce efcap'd from my tongue: But if once a fmooth accent delighted my ear, I shou'd wish, unawares, that my DELIA might hear. With faireft ideas my bofom I ftor'd, So long as of nature the charms I pursue, SONG SONG XIV. The ROSE-BUD. EE, DAPHNE, fee, FLORELIO cry'd, SEE And learn the fad effects of pride; Yon fhelter'd rofe, how fafe conceal'd! How quickly blasted, when reveal'd! The fun with warm attractive rays So you, my fair, of charms divine; The breath of fome neglected maid The nymph reply'd-You first, my swain, One envious tongue alike difarms, You, of your wit, me, of my charms. What is, unknown, the poet's skill? SONG XV. WINTER. 1746. No more, ye T O more, ye warbling birds, rejoice: Of all that chear'd the pl plain, Echo alone preserves her voice, Where'er my lovefick limbs I lay, The naiads, o'er their frozen urns, And each in fullen filence mourns Soon will the fun's returning rays The chearless froft controul; When will relenting DELIA chase The winter of my foul? 3 SONG |