Accept, loved Nymph, this tribute due
Ah! urged too late, from beauty's bondage free
Among the changing months May stands confest
As on the sea-beat shore Britannia sat
Beauty deserves the homage of the muse
By Rufus' hall, where Thames polluted flows
Come, dear Amanda, quit the town
Come, gentle god of soft desire
Come, gentle Spring, ethereal mildness, come
Come, gentle Venus! and assuage
Come, healing God! Apollo, come and aid
Crowned with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf
Here interposing, as the Goddess paused
Here melting mixed with air the ideal forms
Here, Stanley, rest! escaped this mortal strife
He's not the happy man, to whom is given
I hate the clamours of the smoky towns.
I loathe, O Lord, this life below
It was a sad, ay, 'twas a sad farewell
Madam, the flower that I received from you
My trembling muse your honour does address.
Now, Chatto, you're a dreary place
O Nightingale, best poet of the grove
O thou whose tender serious eyes
Oft has the muse, with mean attempt, employed
Oh, could I draw, my friend, thy genuine mind
One day the god of fond desire
Say, tell me true, what is the doleful cause
See, Winter comes to rule the varied year
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth
Struck with the rising scene, thus I amazed
Sweet, sleeky Doctor! dear pacific soul!
Sweet tyrant Love, but hear me now!
Tell me, thou soul of her I love
The dreadful hour with leaden pace approached
The hoop, the darling justly of the fair
The wanton's charms, however bright
These, as they change, Almighty Father! these
Thine is the gentle day of love
While with the public, you, my Lord, lament.
Ye fabled muses, I your aid disclaim
Thus safely low, my friend, thou canst not fall
Thus spoke the Goddess of the fearless eye
To praise thy Author, Soul, do not forget
Unless with my Amanda blest
Warned by the summer sun's meridian ray
What is the task that to the muse belongs
What means yon apparition in the sky
When Britain first, at Heaven's command
When from the opening chambers of the east.
When my breast labours with oppressive care
While in heroic numbers some relate
While secret-leaguing nations frown around
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