An Irregular O DE written at Wickham, in 1746. To the Same. I. YE fylvan scenes with artless beauty gay, Ye gentle shades of Wickham fay, What is the charm that each fucceffive year, II. Is it glad Summer's balmy breath that blows Oft have I met her on the verdant fide Of Norwood-hill, and in the yellow meads, Where Pan the dancing Graces leads, Array'd in all her flow'ry pride. VOL. II. F No No fweeter fragrance now the gardens yield, No brighter colours paint th' enamel'd field. III. Is it to Love these new delights I owe? Four times has the revolving fun His annual circle through the zodiac run; On favour'd mortals can bestow, Was giv'n to me in this aufpicious bow'r. IV. Here firft my Lucy, fweet in virgin charms, And round our nuptial bed, Hov'ring with purple wings, th' Idalian boy While Venus fcatter'd myrtles o'er her head. Whence then this ftrange increase of joy? Has by his own experience try'd How much the Wife is dearer than the Bride. Το To the MEMORY of the fame LADY, A MONO D Y. A. D. 1747. Ipfe cava folans ægrum teftudine amorem, By the Same. A I. T length escap'd from every human eye, From every duty, every care, That in my mournful thoughts might claim a share, Of grief furpaffing every other woe, Exceeds the vulgar joys that move II. Ye tufted groves, ye gently-falling rills, Oft have you my Lucy feen! And tafte refin'd your rural charms explore. III. Oft would the Dryads of thefe woods rejoice For her defpifing, when the deign'd to fing, The woodlark and the linnet pleas'd no more; The nightingale was mute, And every shepherd's flute Was Was caft in filent fcorn away, While all attended to her sweeter lay. Ye larks and linnets now refume your fong, Again thy plaintive story tell, For death has stopt that tuneful tongue, Whose music could alone your warbling notes excel. IV. In vain I look around O'er all the well-known ground My Lucy's wonted footsteps to descry; Where oft we us'd to walk, Where oft in tender talk We faw the fummer fun go down the sky; Nor by yon fountain's fide, Nor where its waters glide Along the valley, can fhe now be found: In all the wide-stretch'd prospect's ample bound Can aught of her espy, But the fad facred earth where her dear relics lie.. H V. O fhades of H――y, where is now your boast? Your bright inhabitant is loft. |