I. 1. How oft shall i survey This humble roof, the lawn, the gr… The vale with sheaves o’erspread, The glassy brook, the flocks which…

The men renown’d as chiefs of huma… And born to lead in counsels or in… Have seldom turn’d their feet from… To dwell with books or court the… Yet, to our eyes if haply time hat…

How thick the shades of evening cl… How pale the sky with weight of sn… Haste, light the tapers, urge the… And bid the joyless day retire. —Alas, in vain i try within

Science! thou fair effusive ray From the great source of mental da… Free, generous, and refin’d! Descend with all thy treasures fra… Illumine each bewilder’d thought,

The Shape alone let others prize, The Features of the Fair; I look for Spirit in her Eyes, And Meaning in her Air. A Damask Cheek, an Iv’ry Arm,

Thou, heedless Albion, what, alas… Dost thou presume? O inexpert in… Yet vain of freedom, how dost thou… With dreams of hope, these near an… Thy splendid home, thy plan of law…

JULY, 1740. From pompous life’s dull masquerad… From Pride’s pursuits, and Passio… Far, my Cordelia, very far, To thee and me may Heaven assign

I 1. Farewell to Leyden’s lonely bound… The Belgian Muse’s sober seat; Where dealing frugal gifts around To all the favorites at her feet,

Meek honor, female shame, O! whither, sweetest offspring of… From Albion dost thou fly; Of Albion’s daughters once the fa… O beauty’s only friend,

“ Optat quietem.”—Hor . While yet the world was young, and… Nor lurking fraud, nor tyrant rapi…

Say, Townshend, what can London b… To pay thee for the pleasures lost… The health to-day resign’d, When spring from this her favorite… Bade winter hasten his retreat,

I. 1. The wise and great of every clime, Through all the spacious walks of… Where’er the Muse her power displ… With joy have listen’d and obey’d.

BOOK I With what attractive charms this g… Of Nature touches the consenting… Of mortal men; and what the pleasi… Which beauteous imitation thence d…

Yes: you contemn the perjur’d maid Who all your favorite hopes betray… Nor, though her heart should home… Her tuneful tongue it’s falsehood… Her winning eyes your faith implor…

AWAY! away! Tempt me no more, insidious Love: Thy soothing sway Long did my youthful bosom prove: At length thy treason is discern’d…