Part first. Perhaps some cloud eclipsed the da… When thus I tuned my pensive lay: The ship is launch’d-we catch the… On life’s extended ocean sail:

So dear my Lucio is to me, So well our minds and tempers blen… That seasons may for ever flee, And ne’er divide me from my friend… But let the favour’d boy forbear

Whilst round in wild rotations hur… These glittering forms I view, Methinks the busy restless world Is pictured in a few. So may the busy world advance,

Now in the cowslip’s dewy cell The fairies make their bed, They hover round the crystal well, The turf in circles tread. The lovely linnet now her song

On fair Asteria’s blissful plains… Where ever-blooming fancy reigns, How pleased we pass the winter’s d… And charm the dull-eyed Spleen aw… No linnet, from the leafless bough…

’Twas always held, and ever will, By sage mankind, discreeter To anticipate a lesser ill Than undergo a greater. When mortals dread disease, pain,

When first, Philander, first I ca… Where Avon rolls his winding stre… The nymphs, how brisk, the swains,… To see Asteria, queen of May! The parsons round her praises sung…

Nec tantum Veneris, quantum studi… Imitation. Insensible of soft desire, Behold Colemira prove More partial to the kitchen fire

O grief of griefs! that Envy’s fr… Should rob the living virtue of it… O foolish Muses! that with zeal a… To deck the cold insensate shrine… When the free spirit quits her hum…

Come then, Dione, let us range th… The science of the feather’d choir… Hear linnets argue, larks descant… And blame the gloom of solitude, n… My doubt subsides-'tis no Italian…

Vide Shakspeare. Beneath a churchyard yew, Decay’d and worn with age, At dusk of eve methought I spied Poor Slender’s Ghost, that whimpe…

Arbusta humilesque myricæ. Virg. Ye shepherds so chearful and gay, Whose flocks never carelessly roam… Should Corydon’s happen to stray, Oh! call the poor wanderers home.

Ah! why for ever on the wing Persists my wearied soul to roam? Why, ever cheated, strives to brin… Or pleasure or contentment home? Thus the poor bird, that draws his…

Debitae nymphis opifex coronae.-H… Imitation. Constructor of the tributary wreat… For rural maids. Bring, Flora, bring thy treasures…

My banks they are furnish’d with b… Whose murmur invites one to sleep; My grottos are shaded with trees, And my hills are white-over with s… I seldom have met with a loss,