The wood-nymph eyes, with pale affright, The sportsman's frantic deed; While hounds, and horns, and yells, unite Ye fields! with blighted herbage brown, Too much we feel from Fortune's frown Where is the mead's unsullied green? And where sweet Friendship's cordial mien, What though the vine disclose her dyes, Can sooth our sorrows more. He! he is gone, whose moral strain Fast by the streams he deign'd to praise, To him a votive urn I raise, To him and friendly Love. Yes, there, my friend! forlorn and sad, There shall my plaintive song recount There leaves, in spite of Autumn, green But no kind suns will bid me share, AN IRREGULAR ODE, After Sickness. 1749. Melius, cum venerit ipsa, canemus. His wish'd-for presence will improve the song. Too long a stranger to repose, VIRG. At length from Pain's abhorred couch I rose, To court once more the balmy breeze, 'Twas from a bank with pansies gay Raised by the scene, my feeble tongue Essay'd again the sweets of song, And thus in feeble strains, and slow, 'Come, gentle Air! my languid limbs restore, And bid me welcome from the Stygian shore; For sure I heard the tender sighs, I seem'd to join the plaintive cries Of hapless youths, who through the myrtle grove Bewail for ever their unfinish'd love; To that unjoyous clime, Torn from the sight of these etherial skies, Come, gentle Air! and, while the thickets bloom, While from this lofty mount I view And seek with erring step Contentment's obvious way. Come, gentle Air! and thou, celestial Muse! Thy genial flame infuse, Enough to lend a pensive bosom aid, And gild Retirement's gloomy shade; As foes may slight, but partial friends will praise.' The gentle Air allow'd my claim, And, more to cheer my drooping frame, She mix'd the balm of opening flowers, Such as the bee, with chemic powers, From Hybla's fragrant hills inhales, Or scents Sabæa's blooming vales: But, ah! the nymphs that heal the pensive mind, By prescripts more refined, Neglect their votary's anxious moan: [flown. Oh! how should they relieve?—the Muses all were By flowery plain or woodland shades I fondly sought the charming maids; By woodland shades or flowery plain I sought them, faithless maids! in vain ; When, lo! in happier hour, I leave behind my native mead, To range where Zeal and Friendship lead, To visit Luxborough's honour'd bower. Ah! foolish man! to seek the tuneful maids On other plains, or near less verdant shades! Scarce have my footsteps press'd the favour'd When sounds etherial strike my ear; [ground, At once celestial forms appear; My fugitives are found! The Muses here attune their lyres, Ah! partial, with unwonted fires; Here, hand in hand, with careless mien, The sportive Graces trip the green. But whilst I wander'd o'er a scene so fair, How every Muse and every Grace Had long employ'd their care. Lurks not a stone enrich'd with lively stain, Glows not a shell on Adria's rocky shore, And given to learning all the pomp of show: 'Ah! woe is me, (said I, And ***'s hilly circuit heard my cry) 'Ah! lovely treacherous maids! |