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The man too whom my soul first knew,
And friendship’s facred name.
O Newton, could these pensive lays
Much gratitude would say;
She'll scarce her duty pay.
DENNIS to Mr. THOMSON,
Who had procured him a Benefit Night. REfecting on thy worth, methinks I find
Thy various Seasons in their author's mind. Spring opes her blossoms, various as thy Muse, And, like thy soft compassion, sheds her dews. Summer's hot drought in thy expression glows, And o’er each page a tawny ripeness throws. Autumn's rich fruits th' instructed reader gains, Who castes the meaning purpose of thy strains. Vol. IV.
Winter- but that no semblance takes from thee:
et Asetaget గోంగారంగంగానే
S O N G. 1753.
O W eafy was Colin, how blithe and how gay!
Ere he met the fair Chloris, how sprightly his lay! So graceful her form, so accomplish'd her mind, Sure pity, he thought, with such charms must be join'd!
II. Whenever she danc'd, or whenever the sung, How just was her motion, how sweet was her tongue ! And when the youth told her his passionate flame, She allow'd him to fancy her heart felt the same.
III. With ardour he press’d her to think him sincere, But alas ! she redoubled each hope and each fear; She would not deny, nor she would not approve, And she neither refus'd him, nor gave him her love.
IV. Now cheer'd by complacence, now froze by disdain, He languish'd for freedom, but languish'd in vain : 'Till Thyrsis, who pity'd fo helpless a Nave, Eas'd his heart of its pain by the counsel he gave.
I. S. H.
The BULFINCH in Town,
By a Lady of Quality.
Sweet usher of the vocal throng!
Yon' bulfinch, with unvary'd tone,
Of cadence harsh, and accent shrill; Has brighter plumage to atone
For want of harmony and skill.
Yet, discontent with nature's boon,
Like man, to mimic art he flies; On opera-pinions hoping foon
Unrivallid he shall mount the skics.
And while, to please fome courtly fair,
He one dull tune with labour learns, A well-gilt cage, remote from air,
And faded plumes, is all he earns !
Go, hapless captive ! still repeat
The sounds which nature never taught; Go, listening fair ! and call them sweet, Because
know them dearly bought
Unenvy'd both! go hear and sing
Your study'd music o'er and o'er ;
S O N G.
Written in Winter 1745.
By the Same.
"HE sun, his gladsome beams withdrawn,
The hills. all white with snow,
Who can describe my woe?
Nor hills, though e'er so green,
Damon should appear,
Disjoin my love and me!
On yonder leafless tree!
Or any joy that's 'near ?