'Twas from AVONA's banks the maid Diffus'd her lovely beams; And every fhining glance difplay'd The naiad of the streams. Soft as the wild-duck's teñder young, Fresh as the bordering flowers, her bloom : Was never half fo blue. Her fhape was like the reed fo fleek, So taper, ftrait, and fair; Her dimpled fmile, her blufhing cheek, Far in the winding Vale retir'd, This peerless bud I found; And shadowing rocks, and woods cónfpir'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 Gay lordlings fought her for their bride, "Prove to your equals true, fhe cry'd, 'Tis STREPHON, on the mountain's brow, To him I gave my plighted vow, Struck with her charms and gentle truth, And when this vow fhall faithlefs prove, The ftream that faw our tender love, ODE ODE to INDOLENCE, 1750. A H! why for ever on the wing Perfifts my weary'd foul to roam ? Thus the poor bird, that draws his name Lo! on the rural moffy bed My limbs with careless ease reclin'd; For why should lingering thought invade, Lov'ft thou yon calm and filent flood, From each tempeftuous wind that blows? An An altar on its bank fhall rife, Where oft thy votary shall be found; What time pale autumn lulls the skies, And fickening verdure fades around. Ye bufy race, ye factious train, That haunt ambition's guilty fhrine; And thou, puiffant queen! be kind : To weave for thee the rural bow'r; Diffolve in fleep each anxious care; And only let me wake to fhare The fweets of friendship and of love. VOL. I. K ODE ODE to HEALTH, 1730. HEALTH, capricious maid! Why doft thou fhun my peaceful bow'r, Where I had hope to fhare thy pow'r, And blefs thy lafting aid? Since thou, alas! art flown, It 'vails not whether mufe or grace, Age not forbids thy stay; Thou yet might'ft act the friendly part; Thou yet might'ft raise this languid heart; Thou fcorn'ft the city-air; I breathe fresh gales o'er furrow'd ground, I plunge into the wave; Thou wilt not deign to fave. Amid |