'Erewhile thou to Phoebus wast dear, When Ichin was calm'd by thy strains; Thy pipe echoing shrill through my plains. Those laurels ill brook pleasure's wreaths.' Oh Isis! thy taunts are in vain; Far other cares tear my sad heart! In vain Nature pours o'er the ground If wherever I roll them around F. LAURENCE. PASTORAL BALLAD. O! SHARE my cottage, dearest maid, And a clear river wanders by; Shall chase all future want from thee; If thy sweet lips consent impart To climb these craggy hills with me. Far from the city's vain parade No scornful brow shall there be seen; No dull impertinence invade, Nor Envy base, nor sullen Spleen; VOL. II. Q Q The shadowy rocks, that circle round, That loves in peaceful vales to dwell. When late the tardy sun shall peer, And our clean hearth is bright with fire; Then hawthorns, flowering in the glen, So fair a scene, so sweet a song. While o'er the rough and breathing field Ne'er doubt our wheaten ears will rise, MISS SEWARD. HIS CONTENT IN THE COUNTRY. HERE, here I live with what my board And like our living, where we're known THE COUNTRY MAID. A Pastoral Ballad. AN easy heart adorns the vale And gilds the lonely plain; No sighs of mine increase the gale, HERRICK. From happy dreams the orient beams With cheek that glows, I milk my cows, To tend the flock through summer's day A wreath of leaves from noontide ray Industrious heed the hours shall speed, The rising thought, with virtue fraught, A maple dish, a cedar spoon And praise the bounteous Giver; I love to mark the sultry hour, How deeply still are plain and bower In undisturb'd repose; All but the rills, that down the hills And round the bowers, on sweet wild flowers, When Eve's gray mantle veils the sun, And hill's late gilded height, When green banks whiten, as the moon I mark the vales, and shadowy dales Their winding streams beneath her beams Then homeward my pleased steps I bend, Where parents dear and gentle friend MISS SEWARD. TO PHILLIS. TO LOVE AND LIVE WITH HIM. LIVE, live with me; and thou shalt see |