VI. I have heard her with fweetnefs unfold How that pity was due to That it ever attended the bold, a dove: And the call'd it the fifter of love. Unmov'd, when her Corydon fighs ? Soft scenes of contentment and ease! But where does my Phyllida ftray? And where are her grots and her bow'rs ? The groves may perhaps be as fair, And the face of the valleys as fine; The fwains may in manners compare, But their love is not equal to mine. III. So Li WH HY will you my paffion reprove? She is fairer than you can believe. you that have been of her train, Come and join in my amorous lays; Nay on Him let not Phyllida frown; - But I cannot allow her to fmile. III. For when Paridel tries in the dance O how, with one trivial glance, Might the ruin the peace of my mind! And his crook is beftudded around; IV. 'Tis III. She is faithlefs, and I am undone ; What it cannot inftruct 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 repofe. The flow'r, and the fhrub, and the tree, V. The fweets of a dew-sprinkled rose, The found of a murmuring ftream, The peace which from folitude flows, Henceforth fhall be Corydon's theme, High tranfports are fhewn to the fight, But we are not to find them our own; Fate never beftow'd fuch delight, As I with my Phyllis had known, VI. O ye woods, spread your branches apace; I would hide with the beasts of the chace; Yet my reed fhall refound through the grove FX3 INDEX to the Fourth Volume. ELEGY written in a Country Church-yard Education, a Poem - Penshurst To the Hon. Wilmot Vaughan, Efq; in Wales Song Answer to ditto Elegy to Mifs D—w—d Arifbe to Marius Jun. Roxana to Ufbeck Epilogue Ode XI. Book I. of Horace "Love Letter Verfes by Mr. Waller 91 98 103 105 106 109 Virgil's Tomb 110 Verfe's to Dean Swift 186 187 189 Verfes written in a Garden Anfwer to a Love Letter Answer to a Lady who advis'd Retirement |