SONG XIII. The SCHOLAR'S RELAPSE. Y the fide of a grove, at the foot of a hill, whiffer batch, nowhere murmur'd I vow'd to the mufes my time and my care, [the rill; Since neither cou'd win me the smiles of my fair. 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 fhou'd wish, unawares, that my DELIA might hear. With fairest ideas my bofom I ftor'd, Allufive to none but the nymph I ador'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! The fun with warm attractive rays So you, my fair, of charms divine; The breath of fome neglected maid The nymph reply'd-You firft, my fwain, One envious tongue alike difarms, your wit, me, of my charms. What is, unknown, the poet's skill? SONG XV. WINTER. 1746. No more, ye O more, ye warbling birds, rejoice: Of all that chear'd the plain, Echo alone preferves her voice, Where'er my lovefick limbs I lay, Its bufy murmur feems to fay, The naiads, o'er their frozen urns, And each in fullen filence mourns Soon will the fun's returning rays The 'winter of my foul? SONG XVI. DAPHNE'S Vifit. E birds for whom I rear'd the grove, With melting lay falute my love: My DAPHNE with your notes detain : Or I have rear'd my grove in vain. Ye flow'rs! before her footsteps rife; Kind Zephyr! brush each fragrant flow'r, Ye ftreams! if e'er your banks I lov❜d, And thou, my grot! whofe lonely bounds SONG XVII. Written in a Collection of BACCHANALIAN SONGS. A' DIEU, ye jovial youths, who join To plunge old care in floods of wine; Not yet is hope fo wholly flown, And fee, thro' yonder filent grove, The fole confufion I admire, SONG |