AEole! namque tibi divûm Pater a… Et mulcere dedit mentes et tollere… Imitation. O AEolus! to thee the Sire supre… Of gods and men the mighty power b…

Why mourns my friend? why weeps hi… That eye where mirth, where fancy,… Thy cheerful meads reprove that sw… Spring ne’er enamell’d fairer mead… Art thou not lodged in Fortune’s…

Ye gentle Nymphs and generous Dam… That rule o’er every British mind… Be sure ye soothe their amorous fl… Be sure your laws are not unkind: For hard it is to wear their bloom

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.

Say, gentle Sleep! that lov’st th… Parent of dreams! thou great Magi… Whence my late vision thus endures… Thus haunts my fancy through the g… The silent moon had scaled the vau…

Go, tuneful bird! that gladd’st th… To Daphne’s window speed thy way, And there on quivering pinions ris… And there thy vocal art display. And if she deign thy notes to hear…

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…

Insensible of soft desire, Behold Colemira prove More partial to the kitchen fire Than to the fire of Love. Night’s sable clouds had half the…

When bright Roxana treads the gre… In all the pride of dress and mien… Averse to freedom, love, and play, The dazzling rival of the day; None other beauty strikes mine eye…

Near Avon’s bank, on Arden’s flow… A tuneful shepherd charm’d the lis… And sunny Cotsol’ fondly loved th… Yet not a garland crowns the sheph… Oh! lost Ophelia! smoothly flow’d…

A wit, by learning well refined, A beau, but of the rural kind, To Sylvia made pretences; They both profess’d an equal love, Yet hoped by different means to mo…

Perhaps it is not love, said I, That melts my soul when Flavia’s… Where wit and sense like hers agre… One may be pleased, and yet be fre… The beauties of her polish’d mind

Health to my friend, and many a ch… Around his seat may peaceful shade… Smooth flow the minutes, fraught w… And, till they crown our union, ge… Ah me! too swiftly fleets our vern…

Thy verses, friend! are Kiddermin… And I must own you’ve measured ou…

The western sky was purpled o’er With every pleasing ray; And flocks reviving felt no more The sultry heats of day; When from an hazel’s artless bower