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Ah! ego non aliter tristes evincer… Optarem, quam te sic quoque velle… On every tree, in every plain, I trace the jovial spring in vain; A sickly langour veils mine eyes,
Let Sol his annual journeys run, And when the radiant task is done, Confess, through all the globe, 't… To match the charms that Celia sh… And should he boast he once had se…
Sed neque Medorum silvae, ditissi… Nec pulcher Ganges, atque auro tu… Laudibus Angligenum certent; non… Totaque thuriferis Panchaia pingu… Imitation.
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…
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…
’Twas in a cool Aonian glade, The wanton Cupid, spent with toil… Had sought refreshment from the sh… And stretch’d him on the mossy soi… A vagrant Muse drew nigh, and fou…
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,
From Love, from angry Love’s incl… I pass awhile to Friendship’s equ… Thou, generous Maid! reliev’st my… And cheer’st the victim of another… ’Tis thou, Melissa, thou deserv’s…
Ye shepherds give ear to my lay, And take no more heed of my sheep: They have nothing to do but to str… I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do not my folly reprove;
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…
The lovely Delia smiles again! That killing frown has left her br… Can she forgive my jealous pain, And give me back my angry vow? Love is an April’s doubtful day;
O Memory! Celestial maid! Who glean’st the flowerets cropt b… And, suffering not a leaf to fade, Preserv’st the blossoms of our pri… Bring, bring those moments to my m…
Insanis; omnes gelidis quaecunqne… Sunt tibi, Nasones Virgiliosque v… ~Mart. Imitation. —Thou know’st not what thou say’st…
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,
