"Tis his with mock passion to glow; To the grove or the garden he strays, 'Then the lily no longer is white, Then the rose is depriv'd of its bloom, Then the violets die with despight, And the woodbines give up their perfume.' Thus glide the soft numbers along, And he fancies no shepherd his peer; -Yet I never should envy the song, Let his crook be with hyacinths bound, Or sure I must envy the song. IV. DISAPPOINTMENT. YE shepherds! give ear to my lay, She was fair-and my passion begun; Perhaps I was void of all thought; That a nymph so complete would be sought She is faithless, and I am undone ; What it cannot instruct you to cure. Amid nymphs of an higher degree; It is not for me to explain How fair and how fickle they be. Alas! from the day that we met The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain: The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rose, The sound of a murmuring stream, O ye woods! spread your branches apace, I would hide with the beasts of the chase, Yet my reed shall resound through the grove How she smil❜d, and I could not but love! THE PRINCESS ELIZABETH. A BALLAD. ALLUDING TO A STORY RECORDED OF HER, WHEN SHE WAS PRISONER AT WOODSTOCK, 1554. WILL you hear how once repining Great Eliza captive lay, Each ambitious thought resigning, 6 While the nymphs and swains delighted 1 'Bred on plains, or born in vallies, Who would bid those scenes adieu ? Stranger to the arts of malice, Who would ever courts pursue? 'Malice never taught to treasure, Censure never taught to bear; Love is all the shepherd's pleasure; Love is all the damsel's care. "How can they of humble station Vainly blame the powers above; Or accuse the dispensation, Which allows them all to love? Love, like air, is widely given; Power nor Chance can these restrain Truest, noblest gifts of Heaven! Only purest on the plain! 'Peers can no such charms discover, All in stars and garters drest, As on Sundays does the lover, With his nosegay on his breast. 'Pinks and roses in profusion, Said to fade when Chloe's near; 'Never yet did courtly maiden 'Would indulgent Heaven had granted Then had been my shepherd's heart. • Then with him o'er hills and mountains, Rustics had been more forgiving, None had triumph'd o'er my tomb.' |