Thus Damon sung-What though unkno… Umbrageous coverts hide my Muse a… Or mid the rural shepherds flow my… Amid the rural shepherds, I am fr… To view sleek vassals crowd a stat…

O’er desert plains, and rushy mere… And wither’d heaths I rove; Where tree, nor spire, nor cot, ap… I pass to meet my love. But, though my path were damask’d…

Aliusque et idem. (Another and the same). When Tom to Cambridge first was s… A plain brown bob he wore; Read much, and look’d as though he…

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,

Caetera per terras omnes animalia,… Imitation. All animals beside, o’er all the e… On distant heaths, beneath autumna… Pensive I saw the circling shade…

Again the labouring hind inverts t… Again the merchant ploughs the tum… Another spring renews the soldier’… And finds me vacant in the rural c… As the soft lyre display’d my wont…

If proud Pygmalion quit his cumbr… Funereal pomp the scanty tear supp… Whilst heralds loud, with venal vo… Lo! here the brave and the puissan… When humbler Alcon leaves his dro…

No more, ye warbling birds! rejoic… Of all that cheer’d the plain, Echo alone preserves her voice, And she-repeats my pain. Where’er my lovesick limbs I lay

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…

Hail curious Wights! to whom so f… The form of mortal flies is! Who deem those grubs beyond compar… Which common sense despises. Whether o’er hill, morass or mound…

How pleased within my native bower… Erewhile I pass’d the day! Was ever scene so deck’d with flow… Were ever flowers so gay? How sweetly smiled the hill, the v…

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…

Adieu, ye jovial Youths! who join To plunge old Care in floods of w… And, as your dazzled eyeballs roll… Discern him struggling in the bowl… Nor yet is hope so wholly flown,

‘Sir, will you please to walk befo… ‘No, pray, Sir-you are next the d… ‘Upon mine honour, I’ll not stir.… ‘Sir, I’m at home; consider, Sir’… ‘Excuse me, Sir; I’ll not go firs…

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