CONTENTS. ODES. Epitaph on Sir William Williams..... Elegy, written in a Country Churchyard.. ....... O DE S. ON THE SPRING. Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours, The untaught harmony of Spring: While, whispering pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs through the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling. Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch Beside some water's rushy brink B Still is the toiling hand of Care; Yet hark, how through the peopled air And float amid the liquid noon : To Contemplation's sober eye But flutter through life's little day, In Fortune's varying colours dress'd: Methinks I hear, in accents low, Poor moralist! and what art thou? Thy joys no glittering female meets, |