Couldst thou reprove me, when I nurs❜d the flame 3 I footh'd the biafs of a careless mind. Youth's gentle kindred, health and love were met; Thou know'ft how tranfport thrills the tender breast, How nature fhines in livelier colours dreft, To bless their union, and to grace their train. So first when PHOEBUS met the Cyprian queen, Now fadly lorn, from TW1TNAM's widow'd bow'r, Where is the dappled pink, the sprightly rose ? Enough Enough of tears has wept the virtuous dead; Ere the deep fwelling figh fubvert the foul! If near fome trophy fpring a strippling bay, I ELE GY IX. He defcribes his difintereftedness to a friend. NE'ER muft tinge my lip with Celtic wines ; The pomp of INDIA muft I ne'er display; Nor boaft the produce of Peruvian mines, Down yonder brook my crystal bev'rage flows ; And, from my grove, I hear the throftle fing. My * Alludes to what is reported of the bay tree, that if it is planted too near the walls of an edifice, its roots will work their way underneath, till they deftroy the foundation. My fellow fwains! avert your dazled eyes; They gave you vigour from your parent's veins ; To carve your loves, to paint your mutual flames, Wou'dft thou, my STREPHON, love's delighted flave! Ill fare my peace, but ev'ry idle toy, If to my mind my DELIA's form it brings, Has truer worth, imparts fincerer joy, Than all that bears the radiant ftamp of kings. O my foul weeps, my breaft with anguish bleeds, I rife fuperior, and the rich difdain. Oft Oft from the ftream, flow-wandering down the glade, "Some mifer weds, I cry, the captive maid, "And fome fond lover fickens at the found.” Not SOMERVILLE, the mufe's friend of old, Scorn'd be the wretch that quits his genial bowl, And to a ducate's dirty fphere confines. But come, my friend, with tafte, with science bleft, Reftore thy dear idea to my breast, The rich depofit fhall the fhrine fecure. Let others toil to gain the fordid ore, The charms of independence let us fing; Bleft with thy friendship, can I wish for more? ELEGY * Crœfus. VOL. I D ELE GY X. To fortune, fuggefting his motive for repining at her difpenfations. SK not the caufe, why this rebellious tongue A Loads with fresh curfes thy detefted fway Afk not, thus branded in my fofteft fong, Why ftands the flatter'd name, which all obey? 'Tis not, that in my fhed I lurk forlorn, "Tis not, that on the turf fupinely faid, I fing or pipe, but to the flocks that graze; Not, that my fancy mourns thy ftern command, Forbear, vain youth! be cautious, weigh thy gold; "Ah! better dwell in ruins, than behold "Thy fortunes mould'ring, and thy domes entire. "HONORIO |