XXX Part of an ELEGY of TIBULLUS, tranflated. L (Divitias alius fulvo fibi congerat Auro. ) 1729-30. By the Same. ET others heap of wealth a fhining store, And much poffeffing, labour still for more; Let them, disquieted with dire alarms, Aspire to win a dangerous fame in arms: Humbly fecure, and indolently bleft; Warm'd by the blaze of my own chearful hearth, I'll wafte the wintry hours in focial mirth; In fummer pleas'd attend to harvest toils, In autumn prefs the vineyard's purple spoils, And oft to Delia in my bosom bear Some kid, or lamb that wants its mother's care : With her new milk on Pales' altar pour, Ah! how much happier, than the fool who braves In tedious voyage seek no distant shore, Near cooling fountains fhun the dog-star's heat; And grace his palace with triumphal spoils; On thy soft breast might I but lean my head, The wretch who fleeps not by his fair one's fide, Nor knows his weary, weeping eyes to close, Though bright in arms, while hofts around him bleed, Thee may my closing eyes in death behold! But But now nor death, nor parting should employ Our sprightly thoughts, or damp our bridal joy: We'll live, my Delia, and from life remove All care, all bus'ness, but delightful Love. Old age in vain those pleasures would retrieve, Which youth alone can taste, alone can give ;] Then let us snatch the moment to be bleft, This hour is Love's-be Fortune's all the reft. Is it because you fear to share The ills that Love moleft: The jealous Doubt, the tender Care, That rack the am'rous breaft? III. Alas! by fome degree of woe. The heart can ne'er a transport know, X Written at Mr. POPE's House at Twickenham, which he had lent to Mrs. Gr-lle. In August 1735. By the Same. I. O, Thames, and tell the busy town, Go Not all its wealth or pride Could tempt me from the charms that crown Thy rural flow'ry side: II. Thy flow'ry fide, where POPE has plac'd The Mufes' green retreat, With every smile of Nature grac'd, With every Art compleat. III. But |